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«« Were you suspected, my unhappy friend,' The scorn of her whom love cannot persuade: Began the boy, ' where would your sorrows end? Would not your word, your slightest wish, effect In all the palace there is not a page All that I hope, petition, or expect?

The Caliph would not torture in his rage: The power you have, but you the use decline- I think I see thee now impaled alive, Proof that you feel not, or you fear not mine. Writhing in pangs—but come, my friend! revire; There was a time, when I, a tender maid,

Had some beheld you, all your purse contains Flew at a call, and your desires obey'd;

Could not have saved you from terrific pains; A very mother to the child became,

I scorn such meanness; and, if not in debt, Consoled your sorrow, and conceal'd your shame; Would not an asper on your folly set.' (store But now, grown rich and happy, from the door “The hint was strong; young Osmyn search'd his You thrust a bosom-friend, despised and poor; For bribes, and found he soon could bribe no more; That child alive, its mother might have known That time arrived, for Osmyn's stock was small, The hard, ungrateful spirit she has shown."

And the young tyrant now possess'd it all; Here paused the guest,and Anna cried at length, The cruel youth, with his companions near, “ You try me, cruel friend ! beyond my strength; Gave the broad hint that raised the sudden fear; Would I had been beside my infant laid,

Th’ungenerous insult now was daily shown, Where none would vex me, threaten, or upbraid." And Osmyn's peace and honest pride were flowd;

In Anna's looks the friend beheld despair; Then came augmenting woes, and fancy strong Her speech she soften'd, and composed her air; Drew forms of suffering, a tormenting throng; Yet, while professing love, she answered still - He felt degraded, and the struggling inind “ You can befriend me, but you want the will." Dared not be free, and could not be resign'd; They parted thus, and Anna went her way,

And all his pains and fervent prayers obtain'd To shed her secret sorrows, and to pray.

Was truce from insult, while the fears remain d. Stafford, amused with books, and fond of home, “ One day it chanced that this degraded boy By reading oft dispell’d the evening gloom; And tyrant-friend were fix'd at their employ; History or tale-all heard him with delight, Who now had thrown restraint and form aside, And thus was pass'd this memorable night.

And for his bribe in plainer speech applied:
The listening friend bestow'd a flattering smile; Long have I waited, and the last supply
A sleeping boy the mother held the while;

Was but a pittance, yet how patient I!
And ere she fondly bore him to his bed,

But give me now what thy first terrors gave, On his fair face the tear of anguish shed.

My speech shall praise thee, and my silence sare.' And now his task resumed, “ My tale,” said he, Osmyn had found, in many a dreadful day, “ Is short and sad, short may our sadoess be!"- The tyrant fiercer when he seem'd in play: “ The Caliph Harun, as bistorians tell,

He begg'd forbearance; · I have not to give; Ruled, for a tyrant, admirably well;

Spare me awhile, although 'tis pain to live: Where his own pleasures were not touch'd, to men Oh! had that stolen fruit the power possess'd He was humane, and sometimes even then;

To war with life, I now had been at rest.' Harun was fond of fruits, and gardens fair,

“So fond of death,' replied the boy, 'tis plain And woe to all whom he found poaching there: Thou hast no certain notion of the pain; Among his pages was a lively boy,

But to the Caliph were a secret shown, Eager in search of every trilling joy;

Death has no pain that would be then unknown.' His feelings vivid, and his fancy strong,

“ Now," says the story, " in a closet near, Ie sigh'd for pleasure while he shrank from wrong; The monarch seated, chanced the boys to hear; When by the Caliph in the garden placed,

There oft he came, when wearied on his throne, He saw the treasures which he long'd to taste; To read, sleep, listen, pray, or be alone. And oft alone he ventured to behold

* The tale proceeds, when first the Caliph found Rich hanging fruits with rind of glowing gold; That he was robb’d, althouglı alone, he frown'd; foo long he staid forbidden bliss to view,

And swore in wrath, that he would send the boy Iis virtue failing as his longings grew ;

Far from his notice, favour, or employ; Athirst and wearied with the noon-tide heat, But gentler movements soothed his ruffled mind, Fate to the garden led his luckless feet;

And his own failings taught him to be kind. With eager eyes and open mouth he stood, (food; Relenting thoughts then painted Osmyn young, Smelt the sweet breath, and touch'd the fragrant His passion urgent, and temptation strong; l'he tempting beauty sparkling in the sun

And that he suffer'd from that villain-spy Charm'd his young sense—he ate, and was undone: Pains worse than death till lie desired to die; When the fond glutton paused, bis eyes around Then if his morals had received a stain, He turn'd, and eyes upon him turning found; His bitter sorrows made him pure again: ?leased he beheld the spy, a brother-page,

To reason, pity lent her powerful aid, friend allied in office and in age;

For one so tempted, troubled, and betray'd;
Vho promised much that secret he would be, And a free pardon the glad boy restored
Bit high the price he fix'd on secresy.

To the kind presence of a gentle lord;

Who from his office and his country drove [move;

But the kind sailor could not boast the art
That traitor-friend, whom pains nor pray’rs could Of looking deeply in the human heart;
Who raised the fears no mortal could endure, Else had he seen that this weak brother knew
And then with cruel av'rice sold the cure.

What men to court—what objects to pursue ; “ My tale is ended; but, to be applied,

That he to distant gain the way discern’d,
I must describe the place where Caliphs hide." And none so crooked but his genius learn'd.

Here both the females look'd alarm’d, distress'd, Isaac was poor, and this the brother felt;
With hurried passions hard to be express'd.

He hired a house, and there the landman dwelt; “ It was a closet by a chamber placed,

Wrought at his trade, and had an easy home, Where slept a lady of no vulgar taste ;

For there wouldGeorge with cash and comforts come; Her friend attended in that chosen room,

And when they parted, Isaac look'd around, That she had honour'd and proclaim'd her home; Where other friends and helpers might be found. To please the eye were chosen pictures placed, He wish'd for some port-place, and one might fall, And some light volumes to amuse the taste; He wisely thought, if he should try for all; Letters and music on a table laid,

He had a vote—and, were it well applied, For much the lady wrote, and often play'd; Might have its worth—and he had views beside ; Beneath the window was a toilet spread,

Old Burgess Steel was able to promote And a fire gleam'd upon a crimson bed."

An humble man who served him with a vote; He paused, he rose; with troubled joy the wife For Isaac felt not what some tempers feel, Felt the new era of her changeful life;

But bow'd and bent the neck to Burgess Steel ; Frankness and love appear’d in Stafford's face, And great attention to a lady gave, And all her trouble to delight gave place.

His ancient friend, a maiden spare and grave : Twice made the guest an effort to sustain

One whom the visage long and look demure Her feelings, twice resumed her seat in vain, (pain: of Isaac pleased—he seem'd sedate and pure; Nor could suppress her shame, nor could support her And his soft heart conceived a gentle flame Quick she retired, and all the dismal night

For her who waited on this virtuous dame; Thought of her guilt, her folly, and her flight; Not an outrageous love, a scorching fire, Then sought unseen her miserable home,

But friendly liking and chastised desire; To think of comforts lost, and brood on wants to come. And thus he waited, patient in delay,

In present favour and in fortune's way.

George then was coasting-war was yet delay'd, TALE XX.

And what he gain'd was to his brother paid;

Nor ask'd the seaman what he saved or spent: THE BROTHERS.

But took his grog, wrought hard, and was content; Than old John Fletcher, on the British coast, Till war awaked the land, and George began Dwelt not a seaman who had more to boast;

To think what part became a useful man: Kind, simple, and sincere-he seldom spoke, “ Press'd I must go; why, then, 'tis better far But sometimes sang and chorus'd—“ Hearts of oak;" At once to enter like a British tar, In dangers steady, with his lot content,

Than a brave captain and the foe to shun, His days in labour and in love were spent.

As if I fear’d the music of a gun." He left a son so like him, that the old

“ Go not!” said Isaac_“You shall wear disguise." With joy exclaim’d, “ 'Tis Fletcher we behold; “ What!” said the seaman, “ clothe myself with But to his brother when the kinsmen came,

lies?"And view'd his form, they grudged the father's name. “ Oh! but there's danger.”—“ Danger in the fleet?

George was a bold, intrepid, careless lad, You cannot mean, good brother, of defeat; With just the failings that his father had;

And other dangers I at land must shareIsaac was weak, attentive, slow, exact,

So now adieu! and trust a brother's care." With just the virtues that his father lack’d.

Isaac awhile demurr'd—but, in his heart, George lived at sea : upon the land a guest, So might he share, he was disposed to part: He sought for recreation, not for rest

The better minds will sometimes feel the pain While, far unlike, his brother's feebler form

Of benefactions-favour is a chain ; (dain; Shrank from the cold, and shudder'd at the storin; But they the feeling scorn, and what they wish, disStill with the seaman's to connect his trade, (made. While beings form'd in coarser mould will hate The boy was bound where blocks and ropes were The helping hand they ought to venerate;

George, strong and sturdy, had a tender mind, No wonder George should in this cause prevail, And was to Isaac pitiful and kind;

With one contending who was glad to fail: A very father, till his art was gain'd,

“ Isaac, farewell! do wipe that doleful eye; And then a friend unwearied he remainid:

Crying we came, and groaning we may die. He saw his brother was of spirit low,

Let us do something 'twixt the groan and cry: His temper peevish, and his motion slow;

And hear me, brother, whether pay or prize, Not fit to bustle in a world, or make

One half to thee I give and I devise; Friends to his fortune for his merit's sake:

For thou hast oft occasion for the aid




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Of learn'd physicians, and they will be paid : The rising waves, and howl upon the deep;
Their wives and children men support, at sea, Ships late becalm’d on mountain-billows ride-
And thou, my lad, art wife and child to me:

So life is threaten'd, and so man is tried.
Farewell !-I go where hope and honour call, III were the tidings that arrived from sea,
Nor does it follow that who fights must fall." The worthy George must now a.cripple be ;
Isaac here made a poor attempt to speak,

His leg was loppèd ; and though his heart was soand, And a huge tear moved slowly down his cheek; Though his brave captain was with glory crown'dLike Pluto's iron drop, hard sign of grace,

Yet much it vex'd him to repose on shore,
It slowly roll'd upon the rueful face,

An idle log, and be of use no more:
Forced by the striving will alone its way to trace. True, he was sure that Isaac would receive

Years fled-war lasted-George at sea remain'd, All of his brother that the foe might leave;
While the slow landman still his profits gaiu'd: To whom the seaman his design had sent,
A humble place was vacant-he besought

Ere from the port the wounded hero went: His patron's interest, and the office caught; His wealth and expectations told, he“ knew For still the virgin was his faithful friend,

Wherein they fail'd what Isaac's love would do; And one so sober could with truth commend, That he the grog and cabin would supply, Who of his own defects most humbly thought, Where George at anchor during life would lie." And their advice with zeal and reverence sought: The landman read-and, reading, grew disWhom thus the mistress praised, the maid approved,

tress'd :And her he wedded whom he wisely loved. 6 Could he resolve t'admit so pror a guest ? No more he needs assistance-but, alas!

Better at Greenwich might the sailor stay, He fears the money will for liquor pass;

Unless his purse could for his comforts pay;"
Or that the seaman might to flatterers lend, So Isaac judged, and to his wife appealid,
Or give support to some pretended friend :

But yet acknowledged it was best to yield:
Still he must write—he wrote, and he confess'd “ Perhaps his pension, with what sums remain
That, till absolved, he should be sore distress'd; Due or unsquander'd, may the man maintain;
But one so friendly would, he thought, forgive Refuse we must not."—With a heavy sigh
The hasty deed-Heav'n knew how he should live; The lady heard, and made her kind reply:-
“ But you,” he added, “ as a man of sense,

“ Nor would I wish it, Isaac, were we sure Have well consider'd danger and expense:

How long his crazy building will endure; I ran, alas! into the fatal snare,

Like an old house, that every day appears
And now for trouble must my mind prepare ;

About to fall-he may be propp'd for years;
And how, with children, I shall pick my way, For a few months, indeed, we might comply,
Through a hard world, is more than I can say: But these old batter'd fellows never die."
Then change not, brother, your more happy state, The hand of Isaac, George on entering took,
Or on the hazard long deliberate."

With love and resignation in his look;
George answer'd gravely, “ It is right and fit, Declared his comfort in the fortune past,
In all our crosses, humbly to submit:

And joy to find his anchor safely cast; Your apprehensions are unwise, unjust ;

“ Call then my nephews, let the grog be brought, Forbear repining, and expel distrust."

And I will tell them how the ship was fought." He added, “ Marriage was the joy of life,”

Alas! our simple seaman should have known, And gave his service to his brother's wise;

That all the care, the kindness, he had shown, Then vow'd to bear in all expense a part,

Were from his brother's heart, if not his memory, And thus concluded, “ Have a cheerful heart." All swept away to be perceived no more, (flown:

Had the glad Isaac been his brother's guide, Like idle structures on the sandy shore;
In these same terms the seaman had replied; The chance amusement of the playful boy,
At such reproofs the crafty landman smiled, That the rude billows in their rage destroy.
And softly said " This creature is a child."

PoorGeorge confess'd, though loth the truth to find,
Twice had the gallant ship a capture made- Slight was his knowledge of a brother's mind:
And when in port the happy crew were paid, The vulgar pipe was to the wise offence,
Home went the sailor, with his pocket stored, The frequent grog to Isaac an expense ;

[come Ease to enjoy, and pleasure to afford;

Would friends like hers, she question'd, “choose to His time was short, joy shone in every face, Where clouds of poison'd fume defiled a room? Isaac half fainted in the fond embrace:

This could their lady-friend, and Burgess Steel,
The wife resolved her honour'd guest to please, (Teased with his worship’s asthma) bear to feel?
The children clung upon their uncle's knees; Could they associate or converse with him-
The grog went round, the neighbours drank his A loud rough sailor with a timber limb ?"

(wealth? Cold as he grew, still Isaac strove to show, And George exclaim'd—“Ah! what to this is By well-feign'd care, that cold he could not grow; Better," said he, “ to bear a loving heart,

And when he saw his brother look distressid, Than roll in riches—but we now must part!" He strove some petty comforts to suggest ;

All yet is still-but bark! the winds o'ersweep On his wife solely their neglect to lay,

And then t'excuse it, is a woman's way;

Neglected, slighted, restless on his bed, He too was chidden when her rules he broke, With heart half broken, and with scraps ill fed; And then she sicken'd at the scent of smoke. Yet was he pleased, that hours for play design'd

George, though in doubt, was still consoled to find Were given to ease his ever-troubled mind; His brother wishing to be reckon'd kind:

The child still listen'd with increasing joy, That Isaac seem'd concern'd by his distress, And he was sooth'd by the attentive boy. Gave to his injured feelings some redress;

At length he sicken'd, and this duteous child But none he found disposed to lend an ear

Watch'd o'er his sickness, and his pains beguiled; To stories, all were once intent to hear:

The mother bade him from the loft refrain, Except his nephew, seated on his knee,

But, though with caution, yet he went again; He found no creature cared about the sea;

And now his tales the sailor feebly told, But George indeed—for George they call'd the boy, His heart was heavy, and his limbs were cold: When his good uncle was their boast and joy- The tender boy came often to entreat Would listen long, and would contend with sleep, His good kind friend would of his presents eat; To hear the woes and wonders of the deep;

Purloin'd or purchased, for he saw, with shame, Till the fond mother cried—“That man will teach The food untouch'd that to his uncle came; The foolish boy his loud and boisterous speech.” Who, sick in body and in mind, received So judged the father-and the boy was taught The boy's indulgence, gratified and grieved. To shun the uncle, whom his love had sought.

“ Uncle will die!” said George-the piteous wife The mask of kindness now but seldom worn, Exclaim’d, “ she saw no value in his life; George felt each evil harder to be borne;

But, sick or well, to my commands attend, And cried (vexation growing day by day),

And go no more to your complaining friend." “ Ah! brother Isaac!-What! I'm in the way!" The boy was vex’d, he felt his heart reprove “No! on my credit, look ye, No! but I

The stern decree.-What! punish'd for his love! Am fond of peace, and my repose would buy No! he would go, but softly to the room, On any terms-in short, we must comply:

Stealing in silence-for he knew his doom. My spouse had money—she must have her will- Once in a week the father came to say, Ah! brother-marriage is a bitter pill.”—

“George are you ill?”—and hurried him away; George tried the lady—“ Sister, I offend." Yet to his wife would on their duties dwell, “ Me?" she replied—“Oh no!—you may depend And often cry, “ Do use my brother well:” On my regard—but watch your brother's way, And something kind, no question, Isaac meant, Whom I, like you, must study and obey." [mine, Who took vast credit for the vague intent.

" Ah !" thought the seaman, “what a head was But truly kind, the gentle boy essay'd That easy birth at Greenwich to resign!

To cheer his uncle, firm, although afraid; I'll to the parish”—but a little pride,

But now the father caught him at the door, And some affection, put the thought aside.

And, swearing-yes, the man in office swore, Now gross neglect and open scorn he bore And cried, “ Away! how! brother, I'm surprised, In silent sorrow-but he felt the more:

That one so old can be so ill advised: The odious pipe he to the kitchen took,

Let him not dare to visit you again, Or strove to profit by some pious book.

Your cursed stories will disturb his brain; When the mind stoops to this degraded state, Is it not vile to court a foolish boy, New griefs will darken the dependent’s fate; Your own absurd narrations to enjoy? [see, “ Brother !” said Isaac, “ you will sure excuse What! sullen! - ha! George Fletcher? you shall The little freedom I'm compellid to use:

Proud as you are, your bread depends on me!" My wife's relations—(curse the haughty crew)- He spoke, and, frowning, to his dinner went, Affect such niceness, and such dread of you: Then cool'd and felt some qualms of discontent; You speak so loud-and they have natures soft- And thought on times when he compell’d his son Brother-I wish do go upon the loft!” To hear these stories, nay, to beg for one:

Poor George obey’d, and to the garret fed, But the wife's wrath o'ercame the brother's pain, Where not a being saw the tears he shed:

And shame was felt, and conscience rose in vain. But more was yet required, for guests were come, George yet stole up, he saw his uncle lie Who could not dine if he disgraced the room.

Sick on the bed, and heard his heavy sigh It shock'd his spirit to be esteem'd unfit

So he resolved, before he went to rest, With an own brother and his wife to sit;

To comfort one so dear and so distress'd; He grew rebellious—at the vestry spoke

Then watch'd his time, but with a child-like art For weekly aid they heard it as a joke:

Betray'd a something treasured at his heart: “ So kind a brother, and so wealthy—you

Th’ observant wife remark’d, “ the boy is grown Apply to us :-No! this will never do:

So like your brother, that he seems his own; Good neighbour Fletcher," said the overseer,

So close and sullen! and I still suspect “We are engaged—you can have nothing here!" They often meel-do watch them and detect."

George mutter'd something in despairing tone, George now remark'd that all was still as night, Then sought his loft, to think and grieve alone; And hasten'd up with terror and delight;


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“Uncle!” he cried, and softly tapp'd the door; Not as with wooden limb, and seaman's tale, “ Do let me in”—but he could add no more; The odious pipe, vile grog, or humbler ale: The careful father caught him in the fact,

He now the worth and grief alone can view And cried, "You serpent! is it thus you act ? Of one so mild, so generous, and so true; Back to your mother!"-and, with hasty blow, “ The frank, kind brother, with such open heart, He sent th' indignant boy to grieve below;

And I to break it-'twas a Dæmon's part!” Then at the door an angry speech began

So Isaac now, as led by conscience, feels, “ Is this your conduct?-is it thus you plan? Nor his unkindness palliates or conceals; Seduce my child, and make my house a scene “ This is your folly,” said his heartless wife: Of vile dispute-What is it that you mean?- “ Alas! my folly cost my brother's life; George, are you dumb ? do learn to know your It suffer'd him to languish and decay, friends,

My gentle brother, whom I could not pay, And think awhile on whom your bread depends! And therefore left to pine, and fret his life away." What! not a word ? be thankful I am cool

He takes his son, and bids the boy unfold But, sir, beware, nor longer play the fool ;

All the good uncle of his feelings told, Come! brother, come! what is it that you seek All he lamented and the ready tear By this rebellioni-Speak, you villain, speak! Falls as he listens, soothed, and grieved to hear. Weeping! I warrant-sorrow makes you dumb: “ Did he not curse me, child?" —" He never I'll ope your mouth, impostor! if I come:


(burst:" Let me approach—I'll shake you from the bed, But could not breathe, and said his heart would You stubborn dog-Oh God ! my brother's dead!” “And so will mine:"_" Then, father, you must Timid was Isaac, and in all the past

My uncle said it took his pains away.” (pray; He felt a purpose to be kind at last;

Repeating thus his sorrows, Isaac shows Nor did he mean his brother to depart,

That he repenting feels the debt he owes, Till he had shown this kindness of his heart : And from this source alone his every comfort flows But day by day he put the cause aside,

He takes no joy in office, honours, gain; Induced by av'rice, peevishness, or pride.

They make him humble, nay, they give him pain; But now awaken'd, from this fatal time

“ These from my heart,” he cries,“ all feeling drore, His conscience Isaac felt, and found his crime: They inade me cold to nature, dead to love:” He raised to George a monumental stone,

He takes no joy in home, but sighing, sees And there retired to sigh and think alone;

A son in sorrow, and a wife at ease; An ague seized him, he grew pale, and shook- He takes no joy in office—see him now, “ So,” said his son, “ would my poor uncle look.” And Burgess Steel has but a passing bow; “ And so, my child, shall I like him expire." Of one sad train of gloomy thoughts possessid, “ No! you have physic and a cheerful fire." He takes no joy in friends, in food, in rest, Unhappy sinner! yes, I'm well supplied

Dark are the evil days, and void of peace the best. With every comfort my cold heart denied.” And thus he lives, if living be to sigh, He view'd his brother now, but not as one

And from all comforts of the world to fly, Who vex'd his wife by fondness for her son; Without a hope in life-without a wish to die.

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