B E A3D Dlfl ' y D 1 1 i ,;;!;> 'iiliiil'iljj'iiiih'^f^ ! LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA JUDITH AND tinv poms* BY FRANCIS MILLS, M.R.C.S.L. With cheeks all dimpled, and with eyes so shy And fawn-like, that their light could scarce be caught And treasured up by love in passing by. * * * * She was, Like some stray note of music, left behind, In banquet hall deserted — some fair guest Too sweet to say good-night to. — She was like Eke all things else most rare — some flower in rest, Whose dream was beauty. London : Saunders, Otley, and Co., Conduit Street. 1859. m LOAN STACK TUc*3 PREFACE. Independently of its success or non-success as a literary composition, the present volume is en- deared to the Author by many recollections, origi- nating from, or intimately associated with, its progress, for intruding which upon their notice, he has to claim the indulgence of the general reader ; bearing as they do but little relevancy to the poem itself, but rather, arising out of it as a natural consequence, as certain plants are said to be indi- genous to particular soils, when Nature produces them spontaneously and without labour. The Author is well aware all natural productions of this kind are too apt to be classed by a certain order of minds under the sweeping, generic term of weeds, but he writes not for them. The sneers of such affect not him ; or, if at all, inversely only, since in all a^es the censures of the fool have been considered as so much praise by the wise. For his part, the Author is happy in the possession i 486 IV PREFACE. of his own estimate of such things ; a better nomenclature, and a higher order of classification. In his opinion, emotions, impulses, and affections of the mind, which flow directly and without effort from the heart, are more likely to be truthful, noble, generous, and wise, than those which are the result of calculation, or the offsprings of much forecast and thought ; and may indeed be likened to the wild flowers of the poet, which are planted by angels'' hands between the furrows, in the night season while the husbandman or farmer is asleep. But to proceed : debarred by partial loss of sight from following his legitimate vocation, and equally cut off by this, and a train of fortuitous circumstances over which he had no control, from the pursuit of any other — amid the crumbling and falling in of props himself had reared at much cost and labour, only to see them fail him in the hour of need; the sundering of family ties, and the consequent snapping of link by link in the golden chain of memory and association, which had so long rested upon his heart, been kept warm by its pulsations and bright by the labour of his hands ; with wasted energies, broken health, and ruined fortunes, the Author has been indebted, under Providence, to this little volume for the solace of PREFACE. V many a weary hour, and the filling in and peopling of many an aching void, which, but for its dear companionship, would have been cheerless and ten an tless . indeed. It may in truth be said to have been to him as the oasis in the desert is to the wayworn pilgrim nearly spent with toil ; a garden in the midst of the wilderness, where the flowers ever bloomed, the grasses waved, and the fountain sparkled, and where a delicious shade, as from a canopy let fall from heaven, was ever shed down upon his repose, whenever he was permitted to rest even for a short season beneath the protect- ing arms and pagoda-like roof of this, to him, the " oasis parva" of the desert. To such of the nobility, clergy, and gentry who — partially and slightly canvassed only — have contributed no unimportant part toward the success of his present undertaking, always within those strict limits prescribed by himself — the Author's best thanks are here due, and it is with a feeling of pride and satisfaction he tenders them. But while expressing his high estimate of the obliga- tion conferred, and his just appreciation of the kindness, courtesy, and gentlemanly manner in which, in the great majority of instances, it has been accorded, he would be permitted to say to the VI PREFACE. two latter classes of his supporters, that while such acts in themselves constitute their best reward, they do not necessarily end there, but in their con- sequences, like " mercy," partake of a twofold character, and like it in the sequel not infrequently become " twice blessed. 11 While to the former he would observe, in all humility, that it is in such works, and in the performance of such relative duties, that the true seal of Nature's nobility is set to their patents royal, and although such seals are not to be met with in books of heraldry now extant, it is his earnest hope they may be found elsewhere in another place and in another Book, unspotted from the world, undefaced and unbroken. As to his professional brethren, the author can only thank and bid God speed them, and as he does so, he feels how poor and inadequate are such limited phrases to convey even a faint im- pression of the gratification he experiences in witnessing so general a demonstration of feeling in his favour in his own county, as his eye traverses the long and almost unbroken lines of Worcester- shire professional names which adorn the columns of his Subscription List. Long may it be thus ! long may the members of our noble profession, distinguished alike as gentle- PREFACE. Vli men, as scholars, and as Christians, assert their old prerogative to be first and foremost on all occasions where the exercise of the active virtues is called for. In this they do no more than follow out in their lives that great principle of universal philanthropy upon which their motto is founded- — that motto which is engraved beneath the device upon their shield ; and which ought to be inscribed in letters of gold, and in all languages, on the banner of their service, that all men might see and be enabled to comprehend at a glance, and in its fullest extent, the true meaning of its great and generous import — " Quae prosunt omnibus artesT To those personal friends and neighbours — dear friends of an earlier and a happier period — whose warm human sympathies, true English hearts, and ready hands, have contributed to shed the halo of success upon his labours, which otherwise might have been wanting, the Author must be brief in his acknowledgments of their many kindnesses, lest he become unmanned before the accomplishment of his task. May God bless them ! and give to them and theirs, health, happiness, and prosperity ; and when he shall be far away may his name still con- tinue to be a familiar household word anions: them at hearth and board. To be an honoured and Vlll PREFACE. much-cared-for guest in the halls of princes would be to him — in comparison with the sterling worth and friendship of the leal and true and. brave- hearted of other days — as so much dust that is weighed in the balance. The voices of their ready response to his call will always find an echo in his heart, and will long be to him as the songs of Zion were — sad, but sweet — to the dwellers in exile, and afar off, when they hung their harps upon the willows, and sat down by the side of the alien waters. THE AUTHOR. CONTENTS. Page 1 Judith ...... Alone ....... 53 The Torn Leaf 77 Other Poems : The Dream-Girl 87 Castle-Building ..... 91 The Farewell ..... 94 JUDITH, % ffWricat Romance in fttcnotflpe. B JUDITH. "Tis high noon, and lovely Flora holds her draw- ing-room for May. All sweet things are in her crush-rooms, all yield forth their sweets to-day ; — All save one, the sweetest, Judith ; in her balcony of flowers Sigh beneath her oriel window, linger still the tardy hours ; For like me, these lazy vassals hold their fairest feoffs, at will Of their sovereign and lady, and without her lan- guish still. Like to sweet clematis climbing, in full dress, and gemmed, and pearled ; Like a queen-girl to the dais of her throne-room. crisped and curled, B 2 4 JUDITH. By the lovely Three, the Graces : come from forth the sacred fane, Where enshrined thy maiden fancies — heliotropes of sweets in vain, Flowers immured in costly vases — waste their perfumes rich and rare, In conservatories guarded, within walls however fair — Ladie-bird of summer sweetness, nutter forth, into the air. Lo, she comes ! the portals open, gilded leaf, in leaf unfurls, Turning in a noiseless centre, round the cynosure of girls. Folds of silken violet curtains, undulating to her feet, Olose the place of sanctuary, ere the shining valves remeet. Now she blushes like the princess in the woods' enchanted shade — Like some princess disenchanted, half delighted, half dismayed — Till the well known panorama, leaf, and shrub, and flower, and bird, Drop into her heart the sunshine of one talismanic word. JUDITH. And I fancied — almost fancied — those fair ame- thysts, her eyes, Caught the rose-tints of the morning, from the roseries of skies, As she saw me wait her coming, by our old scholastic tree ; Would that her embroidered kerchief now, as then, were waved to me ; But that copyhold of mischief, and fee-simple of Coquettes, Pretty Grace, my lady's bower-girl, paragon of all Soubrettes, Laughed outright, her notes of silver, warbling in, with warbling song, Of the throstle, and the linnet, all the painted groves among : To the stately terrace-garden, where my lady holds the seat Of her empire o'er the flowers, with the mosses at her feet. Now she stops, and chides for blushing all her roses as thev view My presumption in the distance, gazing through them, through and through ; Makes belief she sees, nor cares not, half averts ;i conscious glance, 6 JUDITH. Covered with the sweet confusion of the May- queen in the dance ; Toys, and plays, and then demurely, all their blushes to eclipse, .Bows her head to kiss the tallest which come nearest to her lips ; Then she sports with Grace, the graceless, flirts her scarf of varied dye, Laughs and talks incessant chatter, chitter chatter, like a pye. But she comes ; shall I go meet her, on the crisp and velvet lawn I All her state is only seeming, like to that of dainty fawn Which an estray in the forest with short bound, or mincing pace, Tosses back the head to listen in the groves of Cunmore Chase ; But when sound invades the covert, be it step, or whispered word, Fast, as fearful hare at fastest, it rejoins the dappled herd, So doth Judith, golden-headed, like unto a sun- beam dance, Here, and there, and every where, in the old familiar manse. JUDITH. Look at her indeed and welcome, gaze upon her from afar, Better be a moonstruck dreamer, and adore some winking star — I will be her grave preceptor, look wise saws, and quote the cloth ; I must trim my lamp with cunning, to ensnare this pretty moth. For her father, save his presence, here takes tithe of all he sees, For his lines in pleasant places have been cast for dues and fees. Here he liveth, pride eschewing, dominoed with sanctity, Sacerdotal, and catholic, custos rotulorum, he ; Looking penitentiaries, whipping posts, and parish stocks ; As he thunders from his rostrum, down upon his folded flocks. Pluralist is he, unsparing of anathema and creed, But for his own great example, go to, those that run may read. But as Alma Mater teaches, there is scarce a bookish rule, But is jostled with exceptions to confound the learned fool. 8 JUDITH. So this beefs heart, tabernacled in its ribbed and rocky wall, Gushes forth with living waters, at one low, sweet, earnest call. Whose but her's, the lady Judith's, child, and lady,