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OLD MAN TRAVELLING;
ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY
THE little hedge-row birds, That peck along the road, regard him not. He travels on, and in his face, his step, His gait, is one expression; every limb, His look and bending figure, all bespeak A man who does not move with pain, but moves With thought.--He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet; he is one by whom All effort seems forgotten, one to whom Long patience has such mild composure given, That patience now doth seem a thing, of which He hath no need. He is by nature led To peace so perfect, that the young behold With envy, what the old man hardly feels.
I asked him whither he was bound, and what The object of his journey; he replied, « Sir! I ain going many miles to take “ A last leave of my son, a mariner, " Who from a sea-fight has been brought to
Falmouth, " And there is dying in an hospital.”.
OF A FORSAKEN
[When a Northern Indian, from sickness, is unable to continue his journey with his companions; he is left behind, covered over with Deer skins, and is supplied with water, food, and fuel, if the situation of the place will afford it. He is informed of the track which his companions intend to pursue, and if he is unable to follow, or overtake them, he perishes alone in the Desart; unless he should have the good fortune to fall in with some other Tribes of Indians. It is unnecessary to add that the females are equally, or still more, exposed to the same fate. See that very interesting work, Hearne's Journey from Hudson's Bay to the Northern Ocean. When the Northern Lights, as the same writer informs us, vary their position in the air, they make a rustling and a crackling noise. This circumstance is alluded to in the first stanza of the following poer.]
BEFORE I see another day
My fire is dead: it knew no pain;
Alas! you might have dragged me on
My child! they gave thee to another,
As if he strove to be a man,
My little joy! my little pride!
Oh wind that o'er my head art flying,
way my friends their course did bend,
you across the show,
My Journey will be shortly rún,
limbs to know