ALL are not false. LL are not false. I knew a youth who died And married with another. I saw him on the wedding-day, For he was present in the church that day, As one that came to grace the ceremony. I mark'd him when the ring was given, His countenance never changed; And when the priest pronounced the marriage blessing, He put a silent prayer up for the bride, For so his moving lip interpreted. He came invited to the marriage feast With the bride's friends, And was the merriest of them all that day: But they, who knew him best, called it feign'd mirth ; And others said, He wore a smile like death upon his face. His presence dash'd all the beholders' mirth, What followed then? Oh ! then He did not, as neglected suitors use, In free discourse and sweet society, Among his friends who knew his gentle nature best. Yet ever when he smiled, There was a mystery legible in his face, That whoso saw him said he was a man And true it was, for even then The silent love was feeding at his heart Nor ever spake word of reproach, Only, he wish'd in death that his remains DICK STRYPE; OR, THE FORCE OF HABIT A Tale-By Timothy Bramble (1801) HABITS are stubborn things: And by the time a man is turn'd of forty, There is no clipping of its wings. The amorous roots have taken earth, and fix By a familiar instance of our own. Dick Strype Was a dear friend and lover of the PIPE ; To him 'twas meat, and drink, and physic, To see the friendly vapour Curl round his midnight taper, Clothe all the room, In clouds as dark as science metaphysic. So still he smok'd, and drank, and crack'd his joke ; And, had he single tarried He might have smok'd, and still grown old in smoke: But RICHARD married. His wife was one, who carried The cleanly virtues almost to a vice, And thrice a week, above, below, The house was scour'd from top to toe, For fear of sliding: But that she took a pride in. Of all things else REBECCA STRYPE She rail'd upon the filthy herb tobacco, Protested that the noisome vapour Had spoilt the best chintz curtains and the paper And cost her many a pound in stucco : And then she quoted our King James, who saith When wives will govern, husbands must obey ; DICK mourn'd and miss'd his favourite tobacco, At length the day approach'd, his wife must die ; Of female friends, old aunts and cousins, Who to the fun'ral came by dozens The undertaker's men and mutes Stood at the gate in sable suits With doleful looks, Just like so many melancholy rooks. Now cakes and wine are handed round, Falks sigh, and drink, and drink, and sigh, For Grief makes people dry: But DICK is missing, nowhere to be found They searched the house throughout, Quite from the garret to the pantry, In every corner, cupboard, nook and shelf, At last they found him-reader, guess you where- Perch'd on REBECCA'S Coffin, at his rest, TWO EPITAPHS ON A YOUNG LADY WHO LIVED NEGLECTED AND DIED OBSCURE (1801 or 1802) I Under this cold marble stone Who, when alive, by few or none Was lov'd, as lov'd she might have been, Or had thriving been, I ween. Tells, she was beloved by one, Who on the marble graves his moan. II A Heart which felt unkindness, yet complained not, On Earth was all the Portion of a Maid THE APE (1806) An Ape is but a trivial beast, Men count it light and vain ; But I would let them have their thoughts, To love a beast in any sort, Is no great sign of grace; But I have loved a flouting Ape's I have known the power of two fair eyes, And how (for I a lover was) But I would give two hundred smiles, For one look of my staring Ape, This beast, this Ape, it had a face---- A Negro flat-a Pagod squat, But TIME, that's meddling, meddling still And always altering things And, what's already at the best, To alteration brings That turns the sweetest buds to flowers, And chops and changes toys— That breaks up dreams, and parts old friends, Has changed away my Ape at last Thinking therewith to cheat my sight, |