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 THE LIBRARY 
 
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 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
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 VISIT TO NORWICH, 
 
 A FOEMy 
 
 IN TWO CANTOS, 
 
 JAMES I-AMB. 
 
 *^Not sedulous hy nature to indite 
 WjiRSy hitherto the only argument 
 Heroic deertid^-^ 
 
 •"-or to describe Races and Gnmes^-^ 
 Me ofthese^ nor skilCd^ nor studious.'' 
 
 NORffJCHy 
 
 Printed, for tie Author, by N. StewarJ.^on. 
 
 18^0
 
 
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 VISIT TO ^OR^VlCH, 
 
 Canto Xst. 
 
 mt^^^^^mm 
 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 Critics deprecatedf^^Citt/ in sigkty-^Retrospectton, 
 
 The Castle f Citi/ Gaoly^~-~Norfolk and Norwich 
 
 JSospitaly-^Market-placef^-^^ffome and JRelationS)-^ 
 l^ight. 
 
 "WHILE diff*rent politics mankind controul; 
 And state affairs disturb each bnsy soul, 
 While party rage unjustly feigns (o sec, 
 Each in the other ^reat disloyalty, 
 My theme i^ Norwich, scene of earlier dayS) 
 To thee I will address my vocal lays, 
 
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 ji Gily in sights — Retrosptction* 
 
 Spare me ye Critics while 1 aim t'impart, 
 The warm efiusions of an lionest heart. 
 No pompous learning does to me belong, 
 Simplicif J alone must guide my song: 
 No heathen deify my verse shall name, 
 Tis Heav'u's tind aid with rcverehGe I claim. 
 
 Hail, Norwich hail! Oh, venerated spot! 
 Ne'er be my gratitude to thee forgot, 
 Thou gav'st me, boast my muse^, tho' humble birth, 
 Yet honest parents, ami 1 pnic thetr worth, 
 They fondly shared their hard-earu'd crust with mcy 
 And taught me lessons of morality; 
 A sight more pleasing cannot greet my eyes, 
 Transporting sight ! to see -thy spires arise; 
 Near thirty miles I've walk'd this sultry day. 
 With heart elate, nor weary with the way, 
 For soon I clasp my parents to my breast, 
 Enraptured view them and a welcome guest. 
 
 Those winding walks record it, O my song, 
 My infant feet have often trod among. 
 Ah, happy hours ! no cares disturb'd my breast. 
 Nor dreams disquiet robb'd rac of toy rest,
 
 The Castle — ^City Goof; 
 
 Nor pain did then my guileless breast assail, 
 But free as air I rov'd through wood aad vale, 
 Jiljthe as the morn with sprightlj glee I sang, 
 And rosy health from ray exertion sprang 1 
 
 But soft ! what dreary building's that on high, 
 Which chills the captive crim'nal to descry, 
 Wh« haply urg*d by stern misfortune's hand, 
 To stop his neighbour and his wealth demand ? 
 The County Gaol, treraendoas name to hear, 
 And soon, too soon, its pond'rons gates appear^ 
 He enters them, and in a gloomy cell. 
 Till day of trial comes is doom'd to dwell ; 
 There the fell murd'rer gives the sigh siace|:e| 
 And for the unrecalled stab, a tear. 
 Pale child of sorrow I . I no more can speak, 
 Soft pity's tear flows fast adowa my cheek : 
 Yet ere I close, I'll make one slight essay, 
 To you whose hearts compassion kind, can sway, 
 View our own wretched city prison^ where 
 A jail deliv'ry's known but once a year, 
 Combine yonr powers, this monstrous evil cure, 
 TJiink what correction guiltless souls codurel
 
 fc>' Norfolk and Norwich Hospital-^Market'pfgce^, . 
 
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 But see yon hospitable, swset abode, 
 
 Which seems to terminate the London road; 
 
 Oh blest asjium of the wretched maim'd, 
 
 How oft hast thou a wife's best blessing claim'd, 
 
 The dearestrelatives of life in turn, 
 
 Thy goodness, excellence, and worth raust learn ; 
 
 Norwich I how glows my heart with joy divine, 
 
 When I behold this lovely dome of thine: , 
 
 How many beings but for thee would lie, 
 
 With broken limb and no Physician by :— - 
 
 Like as the cripple at Bethesda pool, 
 
 Touch'd by his heavenly Savior was made whole,, 
 
 So here does human aid exert its power. 
 
 To health eacli suff'ring mortal to restore I 
 
 The spacious market-place my way lies through, 
 
 I ro:n Brjggs's line it opens to my view. 
 
 Hail, panniars, stalls, men, women, young and old^ 
 
 Whose mut(on, veaJ, and beef remain unsold : 
 
 Oh plenteous market ! ihou'rt our boast and pride, 
 
 From thee each table msghi be well supplied! 
 
 Now for my frie. ds, and see, extended wide, 
 
 Tlie door where health, and caldi content preside^ ,
 
 JTomeand Relations— -—NigKtm 
 
 f » ■ III ■■'» ■■■■■-■ ' ■ ■ I — ^w—— 
 
 |Wy FalLer, Mother, Brothc^s, Sisters, come, 
 Thus let rae clasp ye^ each cries '■'■mtlcome home'*\ 
 Round goes the nut-brown ale, the harmless jeit. 
 The song, till pleasure yields to needful rest. 
 The day is spent and fur advanc'd the night. 
 And solemn darkIlei^s now succeeds the light. 
 Kind heav*n refresh me with a calm repose, 
 
 With balmy sleep my heavy eye-lids close. 
 
 Oh God ! whoform'd acute the human heart. 
 To feel delight or misery ^s keen smart, 
 Thou awful God, thou only one o'er Kings, 
 For all th' endearing joys this Visit brings, 
 To us poor mortals let us speak thy fame, 
 In pious praises to thy mighty name ; 
 Yet, Oh what speech can thy vast powers exprest j 
 Mj heart shall muse them and thy mercies bless ! 
 
 End of the pat Canlo^
 
 O Mornitigt 
 
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 VISIT TO NORWICH, 
 Canto 2nd^ 
 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 Morningi — Rustic Lovers, — The Ploughman y-^ 
 
 Thorpe. Bakers* Horns,— -The Wearer, CoW' 
 
 Cross, (a Tale,) — Octagon Chapel^-^Ranelagh Gxir^ 
 dens* — Conclusion, , .■ 
 
 NOW Sol's brigftf I'ays aal)>hlfilfoi^^iri^, 
 And tbe sVveet Lark does chaunt its minstrelsy^ 
 Ye sluggards waste not the deligh<ful houifs. 
 Awake, arise, exert your noble powers ! 
 To hear tjie warbling birds at earliest morn, ^ 
 Tuning their praises with the op*ning dawn, 
 Delight my soul and lift it up to heaven, 
 To (he Creatorfor bis blessings given !
 
 Rustic LoverS'-'^Thorpet '^ 
 
 Now let me wander Thorp's delighfftil vale, 
 Wliere the foad Rustic tells his love-sick tale. 
 The Ust'ning maid relieves his pleasing pain, 
 And places coiifidence, wliich prove not vain: 
 In her chaste breast an ardent passion glows. 
 And upon Him her all, her heart bestows. 
 The/ wed, — oh say whose peaceful, happj lot, 
 Can vie with those within the clay built cot i 
 Norwich coarse drugget does his jerkin make, 
 (A dress how different to the city rake ; ) 
 The swain for nought beyond his home will ask. 
 But day by day pursues his rustic ta&k, 
 He ploughs the field, or mends the fence to keep, 
 From breaking forth the truant wand'ring sheep ; 
 The cheerful sun which rouses him to toil 
 The live-long day upon the fertile soil, 
 Will at his setting in the silent eve, 
 Bid him give o'er for rest — his labour leave, 
 Possest of roseate health, best boon of life. 
 Blest with ki$ humble fare, his liome and wife ! 
 
 When in th' unwholesome City I've been pcnf^, 
 And of the common sewers iuhal'd the sccut^
 
 |0 The.' Fisherman — r-Pleasurt Boats- 
 
 How sweet, how lovely is each rural view, 
 
 "For ever seen and yet for ever new ; — " 
 
 The winding river which to Yarmouth leads, 
 
 The cattle grazing on the verdant meads, 
 
 The rustic Farm seen thro' the shady trees, 
 
 The freighted Keel raov'd by the pleasant breeze, 
 
 The patient Fisherman beside the rill, 
 
 Watching the motion of his floating qnill, 
 
 With expectation big, and eager eyes, 
 
 To catch and drag ashore his scaly prize : 
 
 Here too each city youth and sprightly lass. 
 
 In the gay sailing boats are seen to pass, ."^ 
 
 Adown sweet Wensum's stream on. pleasure's wing, 
 
 Making with joy the fruitful val6 to ring. 
 
 Wafted by gentle gales they skim along. 
 
 To Whitlingbam, to join the festive throng I 
 
 All, all combine to charm the wandering eye. 
 
 Ah, surely Thorpe, no spot \vith thee can vie, 
 
 Had, lovely vale, bcdeck'd with many a flower, 
 
 To view tby scenes how cheerful glides the hour! 
 
 Back to the City now I speed ray way> 
 3y the bright sun how far advane'd the day.
 
 Bakers* Horns i-^-^-^The TVeaterl \t 
 
 Hark to (he horns ! harmonious sounds (o hear, 
 The Bakers' horns proclaim the breakfast near, 
 Yet ah, those sounds which give the hungry joy, 
 Must the sick mortal's sweet repose annoy I 
 Attend the song the merry weaver sings. 
 While he from side to side the shuttle flings. 
 Forget not, O my muse his praise to name, 
 JLet him some notice in your Visit claim, 
 How well his pliant limbs to ditties move, 
 Whelherto martial strains, or tender love ! 
 fi is dress, a soldier's jacket, small cock'd haf, 
 A pipe in mouth, a checker'd clean cravat, 
 A dowlass apron, slip-shoes on the feet, 
 Will form a Norwich Weater most complete ; 
 Honest, and blunt, and hospitably kind. 
 He'll treat his friend wh le he can raise the wind. 
 And oft, too oft neglects the strength'ning prog, 
 Lur'd by the spark'Iing glass of Tompson's Nog ! 
 
 But turn me now into the northern ward. 
 Saint George's parish claims my next regard,— 
 Here liv'd a dame of excellent report, 
 And at whose house the pious did resort, ,
 
 X^ , Edzsaxd and J^ne* 
 
 Kind lieav'nhj^d her with one sweet daughfer blea%-. 
 Who was with ey'ry lovely cha,rm ppssest^ 
 A maid accomplish'd — heav'nly was her face, 
 Her manners mild, adorn'd with evVy grace,: 
 At others woes her bosom soft, wou'd move, 
 To sympathizing offices of love I 
 The gentle dame to whom she was most dear, 
 Saw her bright virtues growing with each yenr,— * 
 Edward of Coslany fair Jane beheld, 
 And bis whole soiil with virtuous loTC wa^ fiU*d, 
 He woo'd, and soon a mutual flame was own'd. 
 Soon love's responses in each breast were, found, . 
 For lovers' eyes the glances will betray, 
 Of meanings soft the fault 'ring tongue wou'd say^^^ 
 The Dame beheld th era, and with joy consented,, 
 In wedlock's band's the pair to be cemented. 
 The youth delighted thus to gain the fair. 
 Most sweetly sang the following simple air . 
 
 WHEN morning's light begins to dawn, 
 ,Aud birds are chauniirig each a ditty, 
 I. rise, and wander quite forlorn, 
 To muse on Jane of Norwich CitVc
 
 Hdzcard end Jane, tS 
 
 This bosom now its pangs shall cease. 
 
 My voice shall (une each sprightly ditfy, 
 
 My efforts all shall aim to please, 
 JaUe, peerless maid of Norwich City. 
 
 This heart shall glow with endlesi love, 
 Since Jane her Edward deigns to pity, ' 
 
 My lovely bride, my faith shall prove, 
 TboU| matchless maid of Norwich City. 
 
 But say my muse, what dire event could blast, 
 The wish'd-for union which approach 'd so fast ? 
 Death prematurely snatch'd her from his arms, 
 And pale and cold were laid her lovely charms, 
 In evil hour it was her fate to meet, 
 A Cow, which thrust her down in Calvert Striect, 
 Th'affrighted beast did trample her upon. 
 And thus ere noon was set Jaue*s morning snn ! 
 
 Young Edward mov*d by gtief and heartfelt pain^ 
 Thus o'er her corse poutM forth his lurid sthiin : 
 <*And art thou gftiie, atid hath relentless dc.Uh, 
 <'DepriT*d my lovely, lovely jiine of breath ? 
 *' Unhappy me I so ea* ly 'ioom'd to prove, 
 *'The cruel pangs of dissappoinicd love !
 
 ■Jl Cozi)- Cross.-- — rOctagon Chapel^ 
 
 "By her my bosom firSt was taught to glow, 
 **With virtuous love, and all its raptures know, 
 "How have 1 long'tl to see that morning shine, 
 "When pure, and Jioly rites wou'd make her mine ■ 
 *'Long hath this lieart with ^er desir'd to prove, 
 "The chaste endearments of connubiallove, 
 "But she*s no more — my scalding tears break forth, 
 "Sad mourners! telling whe^t I once was worth, 
 ^'Forbear fond sighs, ah foolish tears give o'er, 
 <*Call not to mind what vainly ye deplore I" 
 But who can speak the afflictive pain^ the youth j 
 Felt for his Jane, that form of spotless truth ? 
 Long did he weep, for oh, how great his loss, 
 Since which the fatal spot is called Cow Cross : * 
 An humble Tablet did the fact record^ 
 Which late's remov'd, and ought to be restorM^ 
 
 Jinough of this sad tale, I'll hence away. 
 And sep, yon sacred Temple claims ray lay. 
 There I pay e^riiest childhood's sabbaths past, 
 And gratefulto't will be, while life shalUast, 
 
 ^ The intermediate space between the Golden Dog Lane, 
 and the Ri»le»man,—- — jj/f, Georges,
 
 ftanelcgh Gardens. jf5 
 
 Hail hallow'd dome! where oft my infant voice, 
 Did to Jebovab in sweet songs rejoice : 
 Soon as each bjcst and solemn morn return'd, 
 My artless breast for pious duties burn'd. 
 There pleas'd in humble prayer and praise to join, 
 And hear the Preacher's eloquence divirvc, 
 My soul directed to the heav'idy roa^J 
 JBy pure devotion to the on? true God ! 
 
 What thenie shall next emplpy my humble rausc, 
 Say what more charming subject can I chusc, 
 Than Ranelagh, where industry an(] art. 
 To classic minds a pleasure sweet imparl ; 
 Here oft within this *'happy rural scat," 
 Labour can find ^ calm and blest retrej^t ; 
 The walks, the bowling-green, alike can charm, 
 The placid bosom, free from guili'^ aUrm, 
 Or if to pipe and gluss yau mqre incline, 
 IVhat friends likeiNoawicH friends so sweet combine? 
 Herp variouii pleasures (he free luintl engage. 
 Yon gay Rotundp furnishes a stage, 
 The sister ort«, music «rid painting meet, 
 To make Uie lively Pantomime complcicj
 
 J§ Conciusioh. 
 
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 Equestrian feats belioliling, we admire, 
 Willi dancers light, upon the rope, and wire ; 
 A Coiicertijow, th' enchanting glee and song, 
 With inst'uments, the mirthful hours prolong, 
 In ev'ry face approving smiles appear. 
 Hail, Ranelagh! thy scenes my heart can cheer. 
 
 Oh, moments eweet ! how swift ye flee away. 
 My time's elaps'd no longer can 1 stay. 
 Why does my breast the rising sigh impell ? 
 Why dreads my heart that touching word '^farewell ?" 
 The fear, that haply this short Visit o'er, 
 We meet jn this uncertain life no more :— 
 Yet wherefore fear ? 
 
 For though in death, in dust this form will lie, 
 My spirit will ascend above the sky. 
 Which makes the bitters of this life seem sweet. 
 Oh, g' prions thought » that we in heav'n shall meet, 
 Where 'twill be prov'd (hat here we have no home, 
 But look with lively faith for one to come! 
 
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