"Tuffer Redivivus" adds :-" This, the poor labourer thinks, crowns all; a good fupper must be provided, and every one that did anything toward the Inning, muft now have fome reward, as ribbons, laces, rows of pins to boys and girls, if never so small, for their encouragement, and to be fure plumb-pudding. The men must now have fome better than beft drink, which with a little tobacco, and their screaming for their largeffes, their business will foon be done." Some quaint people who love the "good old times," even now rejoice to hear the jovial fong of the harveft men : We have ploughed, we have sowed, But there are " potent, grave, and reverend fignors" now-a-days who seek to celebrate the harvest home by interesting lectures on "Common Things," and fage advice to A merry and an artless throng, whose souls to patronize Savings' Banks, and fubfcribe to Burial Societies. Such lines as thofe of Tennyfon, brother of the Poet Laureate, are more fuited to the merrie days of England, than to the present grim and iron age of Political Economy : Come, let us mount the breezy down, And hearken to the tumult blown Up from the campaign and the town. E The harvest days are come again; The merry work goes on amain; Pale streaks of cloud scarce veil the blue, Against the golden harvest hue The Autumn trees look fresh and new; Wrinkled brows relax with glee, I see the little kerchief'd maid, Her red lip and her soft blue eye I see the sire with bronzed chest ; Mad babes amid the blithe unrest The mighty youth and supple child Old head and sunny forehead peers Barefoot urchins run, and hide |