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But is he dead? and am I to suppose
Dead!" said his lordship, run distracted, mad! Upon my soul I'm sorry for the lad; And now, no doubt, th' obliging world will say That my harsh usage help'd him on his way: What! I suppose, I should have nursed his muse, And with champagne have brighten'd up his views;
Then had he made me famed my whole life long,
Thus they:-The father to his grave convey'd The son he loved, and his last duties paid.
"There lies my boy," he cried, "of care bereft, And Heaven be praised, I've not a genius left: No one among ye, sons! is doom'd to live On high-raised hopes of what the great may give ; None, with exalted views and fortunes mean, To die in anguish, or to live in spleen : Your pious brother soon escaped the strife Of such contention, but it cost his life; You then, my sons, upon yourselves depend, And in your own exertions find the friend."
THE FRANK COURTSHIP.
Yes, faith, it is my cousin's duty to make a courtesy, and say, "Father, as it please you;" but for all that, consin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another courtesy, and say, "Father, as it pleases me."
Much Ado about Nothing, act ii. sc. 1. He cannot flatter, he! An honest mind and plain-he must speak truth. King Lear, act ii. sc. 2. God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another; you jig, you amble, you nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Hamlet, act iii. sc. 1. What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? Am I contemn'd for pride and scorn so much? Much Ado about Nothing, act ii. sc. 1.
GRAVE Jonas Kindred, Sybil Kindred's sire,
He read, and oft would quote the sacred words,
They had one daughter, and this favourite child Had oft the father of his spleen beguiled; Soothed by attention from her early years, She gain'd all wishes by her smiles or tears:
But Sybil then was in that playful time, When contradiction is not held a crime; When parents yield their children idle praise For faults corrected in their after days.
Peace in the sober house of Jonas dwelt,
Not the soft peace that blesses those who love,
They were, to wit, a remnant of that crew,
Fix'd were their habits: they arose betimes, Then pray'd their hour, and sang their party rhymes :
Their meals were plenteous, regular, and plain;
For habit told when all things should proceed;
A few yet lived to languish and to mourn
*This appellation is here used not ironically, nor with malignity; but it is taken merely to designate a morosely devout people, with peculiar austerity of manners.
Jonus had sisters, and of these was one Who lost a husband and an only son; Twelve months her sables she in sorrow wore, And mourn'd so long, that she could mourn no
Distant from Jonas, and from all her race.
The sprightly Sybil, pleased and unconfined, Felt the pure pleasure of the opening mind. All here was gay and cheerful; all at home Unvaried quiet, and unruffled gloom : There were no changes, and amusements few; Here all was varied, wonderful, and new: There were plain meals, plain dresses, and grave looks;
Here, gay companions and amusing books:
A man of business feels it as a crime
Yes! we must go, my child, and by our dress A grave conformity of mind express; Must sing at meeting, and from cards refrain, The more t' enjoy when we return again."
Thus spake the aunt, and the discerning child
Vain as she was-and flattery made her vain-
Again return'd, the matron and the niece Found the late quiet gave their joy increase; The aunt, infirm, no more her visits paid, But still with her sojourn'd the favourite maid. Letters were sent when franks could be procured, And when they could not, silence was endured; All were in health, and if they older grew, It seem'd a fact that none among them knew;
The aunt and niece still led a pleasant life,
Near him a widow dwelt of worthy fame,
Yet not a crime could foe or friend detect,
Such were the virtues Jonas found in one In whom he warmly wish'd to find a son: Three years had pass'd since he had Sybil seen; But she was doubtless what she once had been, Lovely and mild, obedient and discreet; The pair must love whenever they should meet Then ere the widow or her son should choose Some happier maid, he would explain his views. Now she, like him, was politic and shrewd, With strong desire of lawful gain imbued To all he said she bow'd with much respect, Pleased to comply, yet seeming to reject; Cool and yet eager, each admired the strength Of the opponent, and agreed at length: As a drawn battle shows to each a force, Powerful as his, he honours it of course; So in these neighbours, each the power discern'd, And gave the praise that was to each return'd.
Jonas now ask'd his daughter; and the aunt, Though loath to lose her, was obliged to grant :— But would not Sybil to the matron cling, And fear to leave the shelter of her wing? No! in the young there lives a love of change, And to the easy they prefer the strange ! Then too the joys she once pursued with zeal, From whist and visits sprung, she ceased to feel; When with the matrons Sybil first sat down, To cut for partners and to stake her crown, This to the youthful maid preferment seem'd, Who thought what woman she was then esteem'd But in few years, when she perceived, indeed, The real woman to the girl succeed,
No longer tricks and honours fill'd her mind,
The father's letter, sudden, short, and kind,
The parting came; and when the aunt perceived
Too gay her dress, like theirs who idly dote
Thus Jonas, adding to his sorrow blame,
"The maid is virtuous," said the dame.-Quoth
"Let her give proof, by acting virtuously:
And reads soft tales of love, and sings love's softening songs.
But, as our friend is yet delay'd in town,
We must prepare her till the youth comes down. You shall advise the maiden; I will threat; Her fears and hopes may yield us comfort yet."
Now the grave father took the lass aside,
No folly, Sybil," said the parent; "know
"My aunt," said Sybil, “will with pride protect One whom a father can for this reject; Nor shall a formal, rigid, soulless boy My manners alter, or my views destroy!"
Jonas then lifted up his hands on high, And uttering something 'twixt a groan and sigh, Left the determined maid, her doubtful mother by. "Hear me," she said; " incline thy heart, my child, And fix thy fancy on a man so mild : Thy father, Sybil, never could be moved By one who loved him, or by one he loved Union like ours is but a bargain made By slave and tyrant-he will be obey'd; Then calls the quiet, comfort;-but thy youth Is mild by nature, and as frank as truth."
But will he love?" said Sybil; "I am told That these mild creatures are by nature cold."
"Alas!" the matron answer'd, “much I dread That dangerous love by which the young are led! That love is earthy; you the creature prize, And trust your feelings and believe your eyes: Can eyes and feelings inward worth descry? No! my fair daughter, on our choice rely! Your love, like that display'd upon the stage, Indulged is folly, and opposed is rage;— More prudent love our sober couples show, All that to mortal beings, mortals owe ;All flesh is grass-before you give a heart, Remember, Sybil, that in death you part; And should your husband die before your love, What needless anguish must a widow prove! No! my fair child, let all such visions cease; Yield but esteem, and only try for peace."
"I must be loved," said Sybil; "I must see The man in terrors who aspires to me; At my forbidding frown, his heart must ache, His tongue must falter, and his frame must shake: And if I grant him at my feet to kneel, What trembling, fearful pleasure must he feel! Nay! such the raptures that my smiles inspire, That reason's self must for a time retire."
Alas! for good Josiah," said the dame, "These wicked thoughts would fill his soul with
He kneel and tremble at a thing of dust!
He cannot, child.”—The child replied, "He must." They ceased the matron left her with a frown; So Jonas met her when the youth came down :
'Behold," said he, "thy future spouse attends;
Ere yet Josiah enter'd on his task,
I wore it once, and every grateful wife
And she thy pleasure in thy looks shall seek—
Sybil, meantime, sat thoughtful in her room, And often wonder'd-" Will the creature come? Nothing shall tempt, shall force me to bestow My hand upon him, yet I wish to know."
The door unclosed, and she beheld her sire Lead in the youth, then hasten to retire ;
'Daughter, my friend: my daughter, friend,"-he cried,
And gave a meaning look, and stepp'd aside; That look contain'd a mingled threat and prayer,
Do take him, child,-offend him, if you dare." The couple gazed-were silent, and the maid Look'd in his face, to make the man afraid; The man, unmoved, upon the maiden cast A steady view-so salutation pass'd: But in this instant Sybil's eye had seen The tall fair person, and the still staid mien;
The glow that temperance o'er the cheek had spread, | Could it for errors, follies, sins atone,
But then with these she saw attire too plain,
The pale brown coat, though worn without a And seek the jewel happiness within."
The formal air, and something of the pride
Josiah's eyes had their employment too,
She said and saw, surprised, Josiah kneel, And gave his lips the offer'd pulse to feel; The rosy colour rising in her cheek, Seem'd that surprise unmix'd with wrath to speak; Then sternness she assumed, and-" Doctor, tell, Thy words cannot alarm me-am I well ?"
Thou art," said he; "and yet thy dress so light, I do conceive, some danger must excite :"
"In whom?" said Sybil, with a look demure: "In more," said he, "than I expect to cure. I, in thy light luxuriant robe, behold Want and excess, abounding and yet cold; Here needed, there display'd, in many a wanton fold:
Both health and beauty, learned authors show,
Proceed, good doctor; if so great my need,
What is thy fee? Good doctor! pray proceed."
'Large is my fee, fair lady, but I take None till some progress in my cure I make : Thou hast disease, fair maiden; thou art vain; Within that face sit insult and disdain ; Thou art enamour'd of thyself; my art Can see the naughty malice of thy heart: With a strong pleasure would thy bosom move, Were I to own thy power, and ask thy love; And such thy beauty, damsel, that I might, But for thy pride, feel danger in thy sight, And lose my present peace in dreams of vain de
"And can thy patients," said the nymph," endure Physic like this? and will it work a cure?"
Such is my hope, fair damsel; thou, I find, Hast the true tokens of a noble mind; But the world wins thee, Sybil, and thy joys Are placed in trifles, fashions, follies, toys; Thou hast sought pleasure in the world around, That in thine own pure bosom should be found: Did all that world admire thee, praise, and love, Could it the least of nature's pains remove?
Or give thee comfort, thoughtful and alone?
Is that of mortal very prone to teach;
But wouldst thou, doctor, from the patient learn Thine own disease?-The cure is thy concern." "Yea, with good will."-" Then know, 'tis thy complaint,
Speak'st thou at meeting?" said the nymph; thy speech
That, for a sinner, thou'rt too much a saint;
Thy person well might please a damsel's eye,
But, jest apart-what virtue canst thou trace
"This is severe !-O! maiden, wilt not thou Something for habits, manners, modes, allow?”— "Yes! but allowing much, I much require, In my behalf, for manners, modes, attire!"
"True, lovely Sybil; and, this point agreed, Let me to those of greater weight proceed : Thy father!"-"Nay," she quickly interposed, "Good doctor, here our conference is closed!"
Then left the youth, who, lost in his retreat, Pass'd the good matron on her garden-seat; His looks were troubled, and his air, once mild And calm, was hurried :-" My audacious child!" Exclaim'd the dame, “I read what she has done In thy displeasure-Ah! the thoughtless one! But yet, Josiah, to my stern good man Speak of the maid as mildly as you can: Can you not seem to woo a little while The daughter's will, the father to beguile! So that his wrath in time may wear away; Will you preserve our peace, Josiah? say." "Yes! my good neighbour," said the gentle youth,
"He loves," the man exclaim'd, "he loves, 'tis | But when the men beside their station took,
The thoughtless girl, and shall he love in vain?
The maidens with them, and with these the cook;
With anger fraught, but willing to persuade,
Their copious draughts of heavy ale and new;
No!" said the farmer, in an angry tone;
These are your school-taught airs; your mother's pride
"That is of grace, and if he come again
Would send you there; but I am now your guide.
To speak of love ?"-"I might from grief refrain."-
And what you make not, see that others make:
THE WIDOW'S TALE.
Ah me! for aught that I could ever read,
The course of true love never did run smooth:
Or else it stood upon the choice of friends;
Midsummer Night's Dream, act i. sc. 1.
O! thou didst then ne'er love so heartily,
As You Like It, act ii. sc. 4.
To farmer Moss, in Langar Vale, came down
Used to spare meals, disposed in manner pure,
She now entreated by herself to sit
And there to dine, to read, to work alone :
A useful lass, you may have more to do."
The parting hint, a farmer could not please:
A slave! a drudge! she could not, for her life.
And, deeply sighing, to her chamber flew ;
Harry, a youth whose late departed sire
Of household cares; for what can beauty earn
To one so seeming kind, confiding, to confess.
"What lady that?" the anxious lass inquired, Who then beheld the one she most admired: "Here," said the brother, "are no ladies seenThat is a widow dwelling on the green; A dainty dame, who can but barely live On her poor pittance, yet contrives to give;