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Thus bless'd with children, friend, and wife
Bless'd far beyond the vulgar lot ; Of all that gladdens human life,
Where was the good that I had not ? But my vile heart had sinful spot,
And heaven beheld its deepening stain ;
And mercy sought not to obtain.
Alas! 'tis known to all the crowd,
And his who so much truth avow'd, My faithless friend's—In pleasure proud
I sat, when these cursed tidings came; Their guilt, their flight was told aloud,
And envy smiled to hear my shame! I eall'd on vengeance; at the word
She came ;-Can I the deed forget ? I held the sword, th' accursed sword,
The blood of his false heart made wet; And that fair victim paid her debt,
She pined, she died, she loathed to live ;I saw her dying—see her yet :
Fair fallen thing! my rage forgive ! Those cherubs still, my life to bless,
Were left; could I my fears remove, Sad fears that check'd each fond caress,
And poison'd all parental love? Yet that with jealous feelings strove,
And would at last have won my will,
Th' extremes of mortal good and ill.
They droop'd : as flowers when blighted bow, The dire infection came :-They died,
And I was cursed—as I am nowNay, frown not, angry friend,—allow
That I was deeply, sorely tried ; Hear then, and you must wonder how
I could such storms and strifes abide.
Like him, with haughty, stubborn mind,
I, in my state, my comforts sought; Delight and praise I hoped to find,
In what I builded, planted, bought! O arrogance! by misery taught
Soon came a voice ! I felt it come; “ Full be his cup, with evil fraught,
Demons his guides, and death his doom ! Then was I cast from out my state ;
Two fiends of darkness led my way; They waked me early, watch'd me late,
My dread by night, my plague by day! 0! I was made their sport, their play,
Through many a stormy troubled year; And how they used their passive prey
Is sad to tell :- but you shall hear And first, before they sent me forth,
Through this unpitying world to run, They robb'd Sir Eustace of his worth,
Lands, manors, lordships, every one ; So was that gracious man undone,
Was spurn'd as vile, was scorn'd as poor, Whom every former friend would shun,
And menials drove from every door. Then those ill-favour’d Ones, * whom none
But my unhappy eyes could view, Led me, with wild emotion, on,
And, with resistless terror, drew. Through lands we fled, o'er seas we flew,
And halted on a boundless plain : Where nothing sed, nor breathed, nor grew
But silence ruled the still domain. Upon that boundless plain, below,
The setting sun's last rays were shed, And gave a mild and sober glow,
Where all were still, asleep, or dead; Vast ruins in the midst were spread,
Pillars and pediments sublime, Where the gray moss had form'd a bed,
And clothed the crumbling spoils of time. There was I fix'd, I know not how,
Condemn'd for untold years to stay : Yet years were not ;-one dreadful now
Endured no change of night or day; The same mild evening's sleeping ray
Shone softly solemn and serene, And all that time I gazed away,
The setting sun's sad rays were seen. At length a moment's sleep stole on,
Again came my commission'd foes ; Again through sea and land we're gone,
No peace, no respite, no repose : Above the dark broad sea we rose,
We ran through bleak and frozen land; I had no strength their strength t' oppose,
An infant in a giant's hand. They placed me where these streamers play,
Those nimble beams of brilliant light; It would the stoutest heart dismay,
To see, to feel, that dreadful sight:
* Vide Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress.
Full joyful 'tis a soul to win,
For he that winneth souls is wise ; Nuw hark! the holy strains begin,
And thus the sainted preacher cries :* * Pilgrim, burden'd with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate, There, till Mercy let thee in, Knock and weep, and watch and wait.
Knock !-He knows the sinner's cry: Weep!--He loves the mourner's tears : Watch !-for saving grace is nigh:
Wait!-till heavenly light appears.
Safe--from all the lures of vice,
Bless'd-the mighty debt to owe.
Fear-the hope of Heaven shall fly,
Pain-in endless bliss expire.”
Yet still my days of grief I find ;
Sull sadden the reflecting mind;
Will of their evil some retain;
And will not look erect again.
To lose what I possess'd before,
The brave Sir Eustace is no more :
Stern, rugged men my conduct view; They chide my wish, they bar my door,
Tis hard-1 weep—you see I do.Must you, my friends, no longer stay?
Thus quickly all my pleasures end ; But I'll remember, when I pray,
My kind physician and his friend : And those sad hours, you deign to spend
With me, I shall requite them all; Sir Eustace for his friends shall send,
And thank their love at Greyling Hall
The poor Sir Eustace !-Yet his hope
Leads him to think of joys again; And when his earthly visions droop,
His views of heavenly kind remain :But whence that meek and humbled strain,
That spirit wounded, lost, resign'd ?
The more he felt misfortune's blow;
And poverty had laid him low :
At length this humble spirit gave;
And bound him to his fiends a slave. Though the wild thoughts had touch'd his brain
Then was he free: --So, forth he ran, To soothe or threat, alike were vain :
He spake of fiends, look'd wild and wan; Year after year, the hurried man
Obey'd those fiends from place to place ; Till his religious change began
To form a frenzied child of grace.
The mind reposed ; by slow degrees
To the tormented spirit, ease :
Felt or believed their power had end ;“ 'Tis faith," he cried,“ my bosom frees,
And now my Saviour is my friend." But ah! though time can yield relief,
And soften woes it cannot cure ; Would we not suffer pain and grief,
To have our reason sound and sure! Then let us keep our bosoms pure,
Our fancy's favourite flights suppress; Prepare the body to endure,
And bend the mind to meet distress; And then His guardian care implore, Whom demons dread and men adore.
THE HALL OF JUSTICE.
Confiteor facere hoc annos; sed et altera causa est,
Ovo. Anxietas animi, continuusque dolor.
MagistraTE, VAGRANT, CONSTABLE, &c.
And let me to thy master speak;
And hear me, or my heart will break.
• It has been suggested to me, that this change from res essness to repose, in the mind of Sir Eustace, is wronght by a methodistic call; and it is admitted to be such: a sober and rational conversion could not have happened while the disorder of the brain continued : yet the Ferses which follow, in a different measure, are not intended to make any religious persuasion appear ridi. culous: they are to be supposed as the effect of memory in the disordered mind of the speaker, and, though evi. dently enthusiastic in respect to language, are not meant to convey any impropriety of sentiment.
Fond wretch! and what canst thou relate,
But deeds of sorrow, shame, and sin ? Thy crime is proved, thou know'st thy fate ; But come, thy tale !-begin, begin!
I seized the food, your witness saw; í knew your laws forbade the deed,
But yielded to a stronger law.
All human laws are frail and weak?
And hear me, or my heart will break. In this, th' adopted babe I hold
With anxious fondness to my breast, My heart's sole comfort I behold,
More dear than life, when life was bless'd; I saw her pining, fainting, cold,
I begg'd—but vain was my request. I saw the tempting food, and seized
My infant sufferer found relief; And, in the pilfer'd treasure pleased,
Smiled on my guilt, and hush'd my grief. But I have griefs of other kind,
Troubles and sorrows more severe; Give me to ease my tortured mind,
Lend to my woes a patient ear; And let me-if I may not find
A friend to help-find one to hear. Yet nameless let me plead-my name
Would only wake the cry of scorn ; A child of sin, conceived in shame,
Brought forth in wo, to misery born. My mother dead, my father lost,
I wander'd with a vagrant crew; A common care, a common cost,
Their sorrows and their sins I knew; With them, by want on error forced,
Like them, I base and guilty grew. Few are my years, not so my crimes ;
The age, which these sad looks declare, Is Sorrow's work, it is not Time's,
And I am old in shame and care. l'aught to believe the world a place
Where every stranger was a foe, 'I rain'd in the arts that mark our race,
To what new people could I go?
Or live as virtue dictates ? No!
And little found of grief or joy ;
When first I loved-The Gipsy-Boy. A sturdy youth he was and tall,
Ilis looks would all his soul declare; His piercing eyes were deep and small,
And strongly curl'd his raven hair. Yes, Aaron had each manly charm,
All in the May of youthful pride, He scarcely fear'd his father's arm,
And every other arm defied.ort, when they grew in anger warm,
(Whom will not love and power divide ) I rose, their wrathful souls to calm,
Not yet in sinful combat tried.
His father was our party's chief,
And dark and dreadful was his look; His presence fillid my heart with grief,
Although to me he kindly spoke. With Aaron I delighted went,
His favour was my bliss and pride ; In growing hope our days we spent,
Love growing charms in either spied, It saw them, all which Nature lent,
It lent them, all which she denied. Could I the father's kindness prize,
Or grateful looks on him bestow, Whom I beheld in wrath arise,
When Aaron sunk beneath his blow? He drove him down with wicked hand,
It was a dreadful sight to see; Then vex'd him, till he left the land
And told his cruel love to me ;The clan were all at his command,
Whatever his command might be. The night was dark, the lanes were deep,
And one by one they took their way ; He bade me lay me down and sleep,
I only wept and wish'd for day Accursed be the love he bore,
Accursed was the force ho used,
For mercy, and be so refused !
Can I in gentle language speak?
And hear me, or my heart will break.
I hear thy words, I feel thy pain :
Forbear awhile to speak thy woes ;
The story of thy life disclose.
Thou'st travell'd far and wander'd long; Thy God hath seen thee all the
way, And all the turns that led thee wrong.
Quondam ridentes oculi, nunc fonte perenni
CORN. GALLI Eleg.
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin ;
Till we discern the wounds within. Compunction weeps our guilt away,
The sinner's safety is his pain ;
Then dreadful was the oath he swore His way through Blackburn Forest led,
His father we beheld no more.
Of all our daring clan not one
True, I was not to virtue train'd,
Yet well I knew my deeds were ill; For all esteem'd the injured son,
By each offence my heart was pain’d, And fear'd the tale which he could tell.
I wept, but I offended still;
My better thoughts my life disdain'd,
But yet the viler led my will.
My husband died, and now no more
My smile was sought, or ask'd my hand (Yes! we were wed, I know my crime,
A widow'd vagrant, vile and poor, We slepi beneath the elmin tree;
Beneath a vagrant's vile command.
Ceaseless I roved the country round,
To win my bread by fraudful arts,
And long a poor subsistence found,
By spreading nets for simple hearts.
Though poor, and abject, and despised ;
Their fortunes to the crowd I told ; But I was forced to feign delight,
I gave the young the love they prized, And joy in mirth and music sought,
And promised wealth to bless the old; And memory now recalls the night,
Schemes for the doubtful I devised,
And charms for the forsaken sold.
At length for arts like these confined
In prison with a lawless crew,
I soon perceived a kindred mind,
And there my long-lost daughter knew.
His father's child, whom Aaron gave
To wander with a distant clan,
The miseries of the world to brave,
And be the slave of vice and man.
She knew my name-we met in pain, A wife to break her marriage vow?
Our parting pangs can I express ?
She sail'd a convict o'er the main,
And leit an heir to her distress.
This is that heir lo shame, and pain,
For whom I only could descry
A world of trouble and disdain :
Yet, could I bear to see her die,
Or stretch her feeble hands in vain,
And, weeping, beg of me supply! "Where is my child ?”—“ Thy child is dead.”
No! though the fate thy mother knew Twas false.- We wander'd far and wide,
Was shameful! shameful though thy raca
Outcasts, despised in every place;
Yet as the dark and muddy tide,
When far from its polluted source,
Becomes more pure, and, purified,
Flows in a clear and happy course;
In thee, dear infant! so may end
Our shame, in thee our sorrows cease!
And thy pure course will then extend, The wretch who lent me thus for gain,
In floods of joy, o'er vales of peace.
Deny me not the boon I crave;
Let this loved child your mercy share,
And let me find a peaceful grave;
Make her yet spotless soul your care, *The state of mind here described will account for a
And let my sins their portion have; Tision of this nature, without having recourse to any su.
Her for a better fate prepare, pernatural appearance
And punish whom 'twere sin to save!