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Evening and morn hast thou watched the bee
Hast thou gone with the traveller, thought, afar,
There is not a grand inspiring thought,
And ever since earth began, that look
There are teachings on earth, and sky, and air,
EMILY TAYLOR. THE WOMAN OF MIND.
My wife is a woman of mind,
And Deville, who examined her bumps, Vowed that never were found in a woman
Such large intellectual lumps : “ Ideality” big as an egg,
With “ Causality ”-great—was combined: He charged me ten shillings, and said,
“Sir, your wife is a woman of mind.”
She's too clever to care how she looks,
And will horrid blue spectacles wear,
A fine intellectual air :
And combs all her front hair behind,
But because she's a woman of mind !
She makes me a bushel of verses,
But never a pudding or tart,
I'm an animal merely at heart ;
Whene'er at a friend's we have dined, ; And has always had two plates of pudding
Such plates ! for a woman of mind !
Not a stitch does she do but a distich,
Mends her pen, too, instead of my clothes, I haven't a shirt with a button,
Nor a stocking that's sound at the toes; If I ask her to darn me a pair,
She replies, she has work more refin'd; Besides, to be seen darning stockings !
Is it fit for a woman of mind ?
The children are squalling all day,
For they are left to the care of a maid : My wife can't attend to the “ units,"
“ The millions” are wanting her aid ; And it's vulgar to care for one's offspring
The mere brute has a love of its kind; But she loves the whole human family,
For she is a woman of mind !
Every thing is an inch thick in dust,
And the servants do just as they please ; The ceilings are cover'd with cobwebs—
The beds are all swarming with fleas; The windows have never been clean'd,
And as black as your hat is each blind,
For she is a woman of mind !
The cook sells the candles as grease,
To her lover, who's in the police.
When I hint that the housekeeping's heavy,
And hard is the money to find, “Money's vile, filthy dross !” she declares,
And unworthy a woman of mind !
Whene’er she goes out to dance,
She refuses to join in the measure,
As an unintellectual pleasure !
Of a more philosophical kind,
Like a regular woman of mind !
She speaks of her favourite authors
In terms far from pleasant to hear ; “ Charles Dickens,” she vows“ is a darling,"
And “ Bulwer," she says, “ is a dear," “ Douglas Jerrold,” with her " is an angel,”
· And I'm “an illiterate hind,” Upon whom her fine intellect's wasted
I'm not fit for a woman of mind !
She goes not to church on a Sunday,
Church is all very well in its way, But she is too highly informid
Not to know all the parson can say ; It does well enough for the servants,
And was for poor people design’d ; But, bless you, it's no good to her, For she is a woman of mind !
ACT II. WILLIAM TELL.
Emma. O, the fresh morning! Heaven's kind
ALBERT appears on an eminence.
Alb. My mother !
Emma. Bless thee, Albert !
Alb. Before the sun.
Emma. Ay, strive with him. He never lies a-bed When it is time to rise. He ever is The constant’st workman, that goes through his task, And shows us how to work by setting to't With smiling face ; for labour 's light as ease To him that toils with cheerfulness. Be like The sun.