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So through the land I wandering went,
And little found of grief or joy ; My crime! This sick’ning child to feed, But lost my bosom's sweet content
Í seized the food, your witness saw; When first I loved—the Gipsy-Boy. I knew your laws forbade the deed, But yielded to a stronger law.
A sturdy youth he was and tall,
His looks would all his soul declare, knowst thou, to Nature's great command His piercing eyes were deep and small,
All human laws are frail and weak? And strongly curld his raven-hair.
All in the May of youthful pride,
He scarcely fear'd his father's arm,
And every other arm defied.-
Oft, when they grew in anger warm,
(Whom will not love and power divide?) I begg'd_but vain was my request.
I rose, their wrathful souls to calm,
Not yet in sinful combat tried. I saw the tempting food, and seized
His father was our party's chief, My infant-sufferer found relief;
And dark and dreadful was his look; And, in the pilfer'd treasure pleased,
His presence fill’d my heart with grief, Smiled on my guilt, and hush'd my grief. Although to me he kindly spoke. Bat I have griefs of other kind,
With Aaron I delighted went, Troubles and sorrows more severe;
His favour was my bliss and pride; Give me to ease my tortured mind, In growing hope our days we spent, Lend to my woes a patient ear;
Love growing charms in either spied, And let me if I may not find
It saw them, all which Nature lent, A friend to help-find one to hear.
It lent them, all which she denied.
Could I the father's kindness prize,
Or grateful looks on him bestow, Whom I beheld in wrath arise,
When Aaron sunk beneath his blow?
The son came back-he found us wed,
Then dreadful was the oath he swore;His way through Blackburn Forest led,
His father we beheld no more.
He drove him down with wicked hand,
It was a dreadful sight to see; Then vex'd him, till he left the land,
And told his cruel love to me;The clan were all at his command,
Whatever his command might be.
Of all our daring clan not one
Would on the doubtful subject dwell; For all esteem'd the injured son,
And fear'd the tale which he could tell.
The night was dark, the lanes were deep, But I had mightier cause for fear,
For slow and mournful round my bed He bade me lay me down and sleep,
I saw a dreadful form appear,I only wept and wish'd for day.
It came when I and Aaron wed.
Accursed be the love he bore,
Accursed was the force he used, So let him of his God implore
For mercy, and be so refused !
(Yes! we were wed, I know my crime,
We slept beneath the elmin-trec;
And Aaron frown'd my tears to see.
You frown again,—to show my wrong,
Can I in gentle language speak?
And hear me, or my heart will break.
For he not yet had felt the pain
That rankles in a wounded breast;
Forsook his God, yet took his rest.
But I was forced to feign delight,
And joy in mirth and music sought,
And mem'ry now recalls the night, I hear thy words, I feel thy pain;
With such surprise and horror fraught, Forbear awhile to speak thy woes ;
That reason felt a moment's flight, Receive our aid, and then again
And left a mind to madness wrought.) The story of thy life disclose. For, though reduced and led astray,
When waking, on my heaving breast
I felt a hand as cold as death;
A chilling terror stopp'd my breath.-
For there my father-husband stood,
The great avenger, just and good,
A wife to break her marriage-row?
A sbn to shed his father's blood ?
To a Woman I never addressed myself in the language of decency and friendship, without
receiving a decent and friendly answer. If I was hungry or thirsty, wet or sick, they did not hesitate, like Men, to perform a generous action: in 'so free and kind manner did they contribute to my relief, that if I was dry, I drank the sweetest draught; and if bungry, I ate the coarsest morsel with a double relish.
Man may the sterner virtnes know,
Determined justice, truth severe: But feniale hearts with pity glow,
And Woman holds affliction dear; For guiltless woes her sorrows flow,
And suffering vice compels her tear; "Tis hers to soothe the ills below,
And bid life's fairer views appear: To Woman's gentle kind we owe
What comforts and delights us here; They its gay hopes on youth bestow, And care they soothe and age they
Thus her compassion Woman shows,
Beneath the line her acts are these; Nor the wide waste of Lapland-snows
Can her warm flow of pity freeze:
E D W ARD S I O R E.
Seem they grave or learned ?
When EDWARD SAORE had reach'd his Why, so didst thou-Seem they religious ?
twentieth year, Why, so didst thou; or are they spare in diet, Free from gross passion, or of mirth or anger,
He felt his bosom light, his conscience Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood.
clear; Garnish'd and deck d in modest compliment, Applause at school the youthful hero gain’d, Not working with the eye without the ear, And trials there with manly strength And but with purged judgment trusting neither ? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
Bustain'd: SHAKSPEARE, King Henry V. With prospects bright upon the world he
came, Better I were distract,
Pure love of virtue, strong desire of fame: So should my thoughts be sever'd froin my griess, Men watch'd the way his lofty mind would Aad woes by strong imagination lose The knowledge of themselves.
take, SHAKSPEARE, King Lear. And all foretold the progress he would make.
Boast of these friends, to older men a guide,
Proud of his parts, but gracious in his pride; Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou light He bore a gay good-nature in his face, divine!
And in his air were dignity and grace; Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine! Dress that became his state and years he Oft will the body's weakness check thy force, Oft damp thy vigour and impede thy course; And sense and spirit shone in Edward Shore. And trembling nerves compel thee to restrain Thus while admiring friends the youth Thy nobler ellorts, to contend with pain;
beheld; Or Want (sad guest!) will in thy presence His own disgust their forward hopes repellid;
For he unfix'd, unfixing, look'd around, And breathe around her melancholy gloom; And no employment but in seeking found; To life's low cares will thy proud thought Hegave his restless thoughts to views refined,
And shrank from worldly cares with wounded And make her sufferings, her impatience,
Rejecting trade, awhile he dwelt on laws, Evil and strong, seducing passions prey But who could plead, if unapproved the On soaring minds, and win them from their
cause? way ;
A doubting, dismal tribe physicians seem'd; Who then to Vice the subject spirits give, Divines o'er texts and disputations dream'd; And in the service of the conqu’ror live; War and its glory he perhaps could love, Like captive Samson making sport for all, But there again he must the cause approve. Who fear'd their strength, and glory in Our hero thought no deed should gain their fall.
applause, Genius, with virtue, still may lack the aid Where timid virtue found support in laws; Implored by humble minds and hearts afraid ; He to all good would soar, would fly all sin, May leave to timid souls the shield and By the pure prompting of the will within ;
Who needs a law that binds him not to steal, Of the tried faith, and the resistless word; Ask'd the young teacher, can he rightly feel? Amid a world of dangers venturing forth, To curb the will, or arm in honour's cause, Frail, but yet fearless, proud in conscious Or aid the weak—are these enforced by worth,
laws ? Till strong temptation, in some fatal time, Should we a foul, ungenerous action dread, Assails the heart and wins the soul to crime; Because a law condemns th'adulterons bed? When left by honour, and by sorrow spent, Or fly pollution, not for fear of stain, Unused to pray, unable to repent,
But that some statute tells us to refrain? The nobler powers that once exalted high The grosser herd in ties like these we bind, Th' aspiring man, shall then degraded lie: In virtue's freedom moves th’ enlighten’d Reason, through anguish, shall her throne
Man's heart deceives him, said a friend : And strength of mind but stronger madness
Of course, make.
Replied the youth, but has it power to force ?