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(The sons he had to early graves were gone, I had my comforts, and a growing trade And girls were burdens to the mind of John.) Gave greater pleasure than a fortune made ; “ Had I a boy, he would our name sustain, And as I more possess’d and reason'd more, That now to nothing must return again ;
I lost those comforts I enjoy'd before, But what are all my profits, credit, trade, When reverend guides I saw my table round, And parish honours ?-folly and parade." And in my guardian guest my safety found:
Thus Dighton thought, and in his looks appear’d Now sick and sad, no appetite, no ease, Sadness increased by much he saw and heard : Nor pleasure have I, nor a wish to please ; The brethren often at the shop would stay, Nor views, nor hopes, nor plans, nor taste have I, And make their comments ere they walk'd away: Yet sick of life, have no desire to die.” They mark'd the window, fill'd in every pane He said, and died ; his trade, his name is gone, With lawless prints of reputations slain ;
And all that once gave consequence to John. Distorted forms of men with honours graced, Unhappy Dighton! had he found a friend, And our chief rulers in derision placed :
When conscience told him it was time to mend! Amazed they stood, remembering well the days A friend discreet, considerate, kind, sincere, When to be humble was their brother's praise, Who would have shown the grounds of hope and When at the dwelling of their friend they stopp'd
fear; To drop a word, or to receive it dropp'd ;
And proved that spirits, whether high or low, Where they beheld the prints of men renown'd, No certain tokens of man's safety show; And far-famed preachers pasted all around; Had reason ruled him in her proper place, (Such mouths! eyes ! hair! so prim! so fierce! so And virtue led him while he lean'd on grace; sleek!
Had he while zealous been discreet and pure, They look'd as speaking what is wo to speak :) His knowledge humble, and his hope secure ;On these the passing brethren loved to dwell- These guides had placed him on the solid rock, How long they spake! how strongly! warmly! Where faith had rested, nor received a shock; well!
But his, alas! was placed upon the sand,
A brother noble,
Whose nature is so far from doing harms, And he was ready with his friends to run;
That he suspects none; on whose foolish konesty When he, partaking with a chosen few,
My practice may ride easy. Felt the great change, sensation rich and new?
King Lear, act i. sc. 2 No! all is lost, her favours Fortune shower'd
He lets me feed with hinds, Upon the man, and he is overpower'd ;
Bars me the place of brother. The world has won him with its tempting store
As You Like It, act i. sc. l.
'Twas I, but 'lis not I: I do not shame Of needless wealth, and that has made him poor : Success uudoes him, he has risen to fall,
To tell you what I was, being what I am.
Ib. act iv. sc. 3. Has gain'd a fortune, and has lost his all; Gone back from Sion, he will find his age
THAN old George Fletcher, on the British coast, Loath to commence a second pilgrimage ; Dwelt not a seaman who had more to boast ; He has retreated from the chosen track ;
Kind, simple, and sincere-he seldom spoke, And now must ever bear the burden on his back.” But sometimes sang and choruss’d,“ Hearts of Oak;"
Hurt by such censure, John began to find Ir dangers steady, with his lot content, Fresh revolutions working in his mind ;
His days in labour and in love were spent. He sought for comfort in his books, but read He left a son so like him, that the old Without a plan or method in his head;
With joy exclaim'd, “ 'tis Fletcher we behold;" What once amused, now rather made him sad, But to his brother when the kinsmen came, What shonld inform, increased the doubts he had; And view'd his form, they grudged the father's Shame would not let him seek at church a guide, name. And from his meeting he was held by pride ; George was a bold, intrepid, careless lad, His wife derided fears she never felt,
With just the failings that his father had ; And passing brethren daily censures dealt; Isaac was weak, attentive, slow, exact, Hope for a son was now for ever past,
With just the virtues that his father lack'd. Ile was the first John Dighton, and the last; George lived at sea; upon the land a guestIlis stomach fail'd, his case the doctor knew, He sought for recreation, not for rest; But said, “ He still might hold a year or two." While, far unlike, his brother's feebler form " No more !” he said, “ but why should I complain? Shrank from the cold, and shudder'd at the storm ; A life of doubt must be a life of pain :
Still with the seaman's to connect his trade, Could I be sure-but why should I despair? The boy was bound where blocks and ropes were I'm sure my conduct has been just and fair ;
made. In youth indeed I had a wicked will,
George, strong and sturdy, had a tender mind, *** I repented, and have sorrow still :
And was to Isaac pitiful and kind ;
A very father, till his art was gain'd,
And hear me, brother, whether pay or prize, And then a friend unwearied he remainid : One-half to thee I give and I devise ; He saw his brother was of spirit low,
For thou hast oft occasion for the aid His temper peevish, and his motions slow; Of learn'd physicians, and they will be paid : Not fit to bustle in a world, or make
Their wives and children men support, at sea, Friends to his fortune for his merit's sake : And thou, my lad, art wife and child to me: Bat the kind sailor could not boast the art Farewell I go where hope and honour call, Of looking deeply in the human heart;
Nor does it follow that who fights must fall." Else had he seen that this weak brother knew Isaac here made a poor attempt to speak, What men to court, what objects to pursue ; And a huge tear moved slowly down his cheek; That he to distant gain the way discern'd, Like Pluto's iron drop, hard sign of grace, And none so crooked but his genius learn'd. It slowly rollid upon the rueful face,
Isaac was poor, and this the brother felt; Forced by the striving will alone its way to trace. He hired a house, and there the landsman dwelt; Years fled-war lasted-George at sea remain'd, Wrought at his trade, and had an easy home, While the slow landsman still his profits gain'd : For there would George with cash and comforts An humble place was vacant; he besought come ;
His patron's interest, and the office caught; And when they parted, Isaac look'd around, For still the virgin was his faithful friend, Where other friends and helpers might be found. And one so sober could with truth commend,
He wish'd for some port-place, and one might fall, Who of his own defects most humbly thoughi,
No more he needs assistance—but, alas !
Still he must write-he wrote, and he confess'd His ancient friend, a maiden spare and grave : That, till absolved, he should be sore distressid ; One whom the visage long and look demure But one so friendly would, he thought, forgive Of Isaac pleased-he seem'd sedate and pure; The hasty deed-heaven knew how he should live; And his suft heart conceived a gentle flame But you,” he added, “ as a man of sense, For her who waited on this virtuous dame :
Have well consider'd danger and expense : Not an outrageous love, a scorching fire,
I ran, alas ! into the fatal snare, But friendly liking and chastised desire ;
And now for trouble must my mind prepare ; And thus he waited, patient in delay,
And how, with children, I shall pick my way, In present favour and in fortune's way.
Through a hard world, is more than I can say :
Your apprehensions are unwise, unjust;
Then vow'd to bear in all expense a part,
Had the glad Isaac been his brother's guide, "Go not !" said Isaac—" You shall wear disguise." In these same terms the seaman had replied ; “What!" said the seaman, “ clothe myself with At such reproofs the crafty landsman smiled, lies ?"
And softly said, “ This creature is a child.” "O! but there's danger.”_" Danger in the fleet? Twice had the gallant ship a capture made, You cannot mean, good brother, of defeat; And when in port the happy crew were paid, And other dangers I at land must share-
Home went the sailor, with his pocket stored, So now adieu! and trust a brother's care.” Ease to enjoy, and pleasure to afford ;
Isaac a while demurr'd-but, in his heart, His time was short, joy shone in every face,
The children clung upon their uncle's knees ; But they the feeling scorn, and what they wish The grog went round, the neighbours drank his disdain ;
health, While beings form'd in coarser mould will hate And George exclaim'd, “Ah! what to this is wealth? The helping hand they ought to venerate ; Better," said he, “ to bear a loving heart, No wonder George should in this cause prevail, Thon roll in riches--but we now must part!" With one contending who was glad to fail : All yet is still-but hark! the winds o'ersweep " Isaac, farewell! do wipe that doleful eye ; The rising waves, and howl upon the deep; Crying we came, and groaning we may die. Ships late becalm'd on mountain-billows rideLet us do something 'twixt the groan and cry: So life is threaten'd, and so man is tried.
III were the tidings that arrived from sea, That Isaac seem'd concer'd by his distress The worthy George must now a cripple be; Gave to his injured feelings some redress; His leg was lopp'd; and though his heart was sound, But none he found disposed to lend an ear Though his brave captain was with glory crown'd, To stories, all were once intent 10 hear : Yet much it vex'd him to repose on shore,
Except his nephew, seated on his knee, An idle log, and be of use no more :
He found no creature cared about the sea ; True, he was sure that Isaac would receive But George indeed—for George they callid the All of his brother that the foe might leave;
boy, To whom the seaman his design had sent, When his good uncle was their boast and joy~ Ere from the port the wounded hero went : Would listen long, and would contend with sleep, His wealth and expectations told, he “ knew To hear the woes and wonders of the deep; Wherein they fail'd, what Isaac's love would do.; Till the fond mother cried—“That man will That he the grog and cabin would supply,
teach Where George at anchor during life would lie.” The foolish boy his loud and boisterous speech." The landsman read-and, reading, grew dis- So judged the father-and the boy was taught tress'd :
To shun the uncle, whom his love had sought. Could he resolve t'admit so poor a guest ?
The mask of kindness now but seldom worn,
Perhaps his pension, with what sums remain Am fond of peace, and my repose would buy
George tried the lady—“ Sister, I offend."
mine, The hand of Isaac, George on entering took, That easy birth at Greenwich to resign! With love and resignation in his look ;
I'll to the parish"--but a little pride, Declared his comfort in the fortune past,
And some affection, put the thought aside. And joy to find his anchor safely cast;
Now gross neglect and open scorn he bore “ Call then my nephews, let the grog be brought, In silent sorrow-but he felt the more : And I will teli them how the ship was fought." The odious pipe he to the kitchen took,
Alas! our simple seaman should have known, Or strove to profit by some pious book. That all the care, the kindness, he had shown, When the mind stoops to this degraded state, Were from his brother's heart, if not his memory, New griess will darken the dependant's fate; flown:
Brother!" said Isaac, you will sure excuse All swept away to be perceived no more,
The little freedom I'm compellid to use : Like idle structures on the sandy shore ;
My wife's relations-(curse the haughty crew)The chance amusement of the playful boy, Affect such niceness, and such dread of you: That the rude billows in their rage destroy. You speak so loud-and they have natures softPoor George confess'd, though loath the truth to Brother--I wish—do go upon the loft!" find,
Poor George obey'd, and to the garret fled, Slight was his knowledge of a brother's mind : Where not a being saw the tears he shed : The vulgar pipe was to the wise offence,
But more was yet required, for guests were come, The frequent grog to Isaac an expense ;
Who could not dine if he disgraced the room. Would friends like hers, she question'd, “ choose to It shock'd his spirit to be esteem'd unfit come,
With an own brother and his wife to sit; Where clouds of poison'd fume defiled a room? He grew rebellious—at the vestry spoke This could their lady friend, and Burgess Steel, For weekly aid--they heard it as a joke : (Teased with his worship's asthma,) bear to feel ? So kind a brother, and so wealthy--you Could they associate or converse with him
Apply to us ?--No! this will never do : A loud rough suilor with a timber limb ?"
Good neighbour Fletcher," said the overseer, Cold as he grew, still Isaac strove to show, “We are engaged-you can have nothing here !" By well-feign'd care, that cold he could not grow; George mutter'd something in despairing tone, And when he saw his brother look distress'd, Then sought his lost, to think and grieve alone; He strove some petty comforts to suggest ;
Neglected, slighted, restless on his bed, On his wife solely their neglect to lay,
With heart half broken, and with scraps ill fed ; And then t'excuse it, is a woman's way ;
Yet was he pleased, that hours for play design'd He too was chidden when her rules he broke, Were given to ease his over-troubled mind; And then she sickend at the scent of smoke. The child still listen'd with increasing joy, George, though in doubt, was still consoled 10 And he was soothed by the attentive boy. find
At length he sickend, and this duteous child Tiis brother wishing to be reckonid kind:
Watch'd o'er his sickness, and his pains beguiled ;
The mother bade him from the loft refrain, George, are you dumb ? do learn to know your But, though with caution, yet he went again;
friends, And now his tales the sailor feebly told,
And think a while on whom your bread depends : His heart was heavy, and his limbs were cold : What! not a word ? be thankful I am coolThe tender boy came often to entreat
But, sir, beware, no longer play the fool; His good kind friend would of his presents eat ; Come! brother, come! what is that you seek Purloin'd or purchased, for he saw, with shame, By this rebellion ?-Speak, you villain, speak! The food untouch'd that to his uncle came; Weeping! I warrant-sorrow makes you dumb: Who, sick in body and in mind, received
I'll ope your mouth, impostor! if I come : The boy's indulgence, gratified and grieved. Let me approach-I'll shake you from the bed, “ Uncle will die!" said George—the piteous Yon stubborn dog — God ! my brother's dead!" wife
Timid was Isaac, and in all the past Exclaim'd, “She saw no value in his life ; He felt a purpose to be kind at last ; But sick or well, to my commands attend,
Nor did he mean his brother to depart, And go no more to your complaining friend."
Till he had shown this kindness of his heart: The boy was vex'd ; he felt his heart reprove But day by day he put the cause aside, The stern decree.—What! punish'd for his love! Induced by avarice, peevisliness, or pride. No! he would go, but softly to the room,
But now awaken’d, from this fatal time Stealing in silence-for he knew his doom. His conscience Isaac felt, and found his crime : Once in a week the father came to say,
He raised to George a monumental stone, “ George, are you ill ?”—and hurried him away; And there retired to sigh and think alone ; Yet to his wife would on their duties dwell, An ague seized him, he grew pale, and shookAnd often cry, “ Do use my brother well :" " So,” said his son," would my poor unele look.".. And something kind, no question, Isaac meant, And so, my child, shall I like him expire."Who took vast credit for the vague intent. “No! you have physic and a cheerful fire.”— But truly kind, the gentle boy essay'd
Unhappy sinner! yes, I'm well supplied To cheer his uncle, firm, although afraid ;
With every comfort my cold heart denied.” But now the father caught him at the door,
He view'd his brother now, but not as one And, swearing-yes, the man in office swore,
Who vex'd his wife by fondness for her son ; And cried, “ Away! How! brother, I'm surprised, Not as with wooden limb, and seaman's tale, That one so old can be so ill advised :
The odious pipe, vile grog, or humbler ale : Let him not dare to visit you again,
He now the worth and grief alone can view Your cursed stories will disturb his brain;
Of one so mild, so generous, and so true; Is it not vile to court a foolish boy,
• The frank, kind brother, with such open heart, Your own absurd narrations to enjoy ?
And I to break it--'was a dernon's part!" What! sullen-ha! George Fletcher! you shall So Isaac now, as led by conscience, feels, see,
Nor his unkindness palliates or conceals.
He spoke, and, frowning, to his dinner went, " Alas! my folly cost my brother's life ;
And therefore lest to pine, and fret his lise away."
George yet stole up, he saw his uncle lie All he lamented—and the ready tear Sick on the bed, and heard his heavy sigh: Falls as he listens, soothed, and grieved to hear. So he resolved, before he went to rest,
“ Did he not curse me, child ?"_"He never To comfort one so dear and so distress'd;
cursed, Then watch'd his time, but with a childlike art, But could not breathe, and said his heart would Betray'd a something treasured at his heart :
burst."Th' observant wise remark’d, “ The boy is · And so will mine."- '_“Then, father, you must grown
pray ; So like your brother, that he seems his own ; My uncle said it took his pains away.” So close and sullen ! and I still suspect
Repeating thus his sorrows, Isaac shows They often meet-do watch them and detect." That he, repenting, feels the debt he owes, George now remark'd that all was still at | And from this source alone his every comfort flows. night,
He takes no joy in office, honours, gain; And hastend up with terror and delight; They make him humble, nay, they give him pain;
Uncle !" he cried, and softly tapp'd the door; "These from my heart,” he cries, “all feeling " Do let me in"-but he could add no more ;
And Burgess Steel has but a passing bow;
THE LEARNED BOY.
As thus he lives, if living be to sigh,
· Yes," he replied, “ it calls for pains and care ; And from all comforts of the world to fly,
But I must bear it.”—“Sir, you cannot bear; Without a hope in life-without a wish to die. Your son is weak, and asks a mother's eye."
That, my kind friend, a father's may supply."“Such growing griess your very soul will tease."
" To grieve another would not give me easeTALE XXI.
I have a mother"_" She, poor ancient soul!
Procure thy comforts, and thy sorrows share? Like one well studied in a sad ostent,
Age is itself impatient, uncontrolld."To please his grandam.
But wives like mothers must at length be old." Merchant of Venice, act ii. sc. 2.
• Thou hast shrewd servants--they are evils And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
sore." And shining morning face, creeping like snail, Unwillingly lo school.
“ Yet a shrewd mistress might afflict me more."As You Like It, act ii. sc. 7. “ Wilt thou not be a weary wailing man ?"He is a better scholar than I thought he was-
** Alas! and I must bear it as I can.” He has a good sprag memory.
Resisted thus, the widow soon withdrew,
And off his wonted guard, in some retreat,
Find from a foe prepared entire defeat: Which out of use, and staled by other men,
But he was prudent, for he knew in flight Begin his fashion.
Julius Casar, act iv. sc. 1. These Parthian warriors turn again and fight : 0! torture me no more-I will confess.
He but at freedom, not at glory aim'd,
Thus, when a great and powerful state decrees,
It vows in kindness to protect, desend, Grave, cautious, careful, fond of gain was he, And be the fond ally, the faithful friend ; Yet famed for rustic hospitality :
It therefore wills that humbler state to place Left with his children in a widow'd state,
Its hopes of safety in a fond embrace ; The quiet man submitted to his fate ;
Then must that humbler state its wisdom prove, Tho prudent matrons waited for his call, By kind rejection of such pressing love; With cool forbearance he avoided all;
Must dread such dangerous friendship to com. Though each profess'd a pure maternal joy,
mence, By kind attention to his feeble boy :
And stand collected in its own defence : And though a friendly widow knew no rest, Our farmer thus the proffer'd kindness fled, Whilst neighbour Jones was lonely and distress'd : And shunnid the love that into bondage led. Nay, though the maidens spoke in tender tone The widow failing, fresh besiegers came, Their hearts' concern to see him lest alone To share the fate of this retiring dame : Jones still persisted in that cheerless life,
And each foresaw a thousand ills attend As if 'twere sin to take a second wife.
The man that fled from so discreet a friend; 0! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are dead, And pray'd, kind soul! that no erent might make To find such numbers who will serve instead : The harden'd heart of Farmer Jones to ache. And in whatever state a man be thrown,
But he still govern'd with resisiless hand, "T'is that precisely they would wish their own; And where he could not guide, he would command: Left the departed infants—then their joy
With steady view in course direct he steerd, Is to sustain each lovely girl and boy :
And his fair daughters loved him, though they Whatever calling his, whatever trade,
fear'd ; To that their chief attention has been paid ; Each had her school, and, as his wealth was known, His happy taste in all things they approve, Each had in time a household of her own. His friends they honour, and his food they love; The boy indeed was, at the grandam's side, His wish for order, prudence in affairs,
Humour'd and train’d, her trouble and her pride: And equal temper, (thank their stars !) are theirs ; Companions dear, with speech and spirits mild, In fact, it seem'd to be a thing decreed,
The childish widow and the vapourish child; And fix'd as fate, that marriage must succeed ; This nature prompts; minds uninform’d and weak, Yet some like Jones, with stubborn hearts and hard, In such alliance ease and comfort seek; Can hear such claims, and show them no regard. Push'd by the levity of youth aside,
Soon as our farmer, like a general, found The cares of man, his humour, or his pride, By what strong foes he was encompass'd round— They feel, in their desenceless state, allied: Engage he dared not, and he could not fly, The child is pleased to meet regard from age, But saw his hope in gentle parley lie;
The old are pleased e'en children to engage ; With looks of kindness then, and trembling heart, And all their wisdom, scorn'd by proud mankind. He met the foe, and art opposed to art.
They love to pour into the ductile mind;
Yet saw with pain a whining, timid lad ;