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A very father, till his art was gain'd,
And hear me, brother, whether pay or prize, And then a friend unwearied he remain'd: One-half to thee I give and I devise ; He saw his brother was of spirit low,
For thou hast oft occasion for the aid His temper peevish, and his motions slow; of learn’d physicians, and they will be paid : Not fit to bustle in a world, or make
Their wives and children men support, at sea, Friends to his fortune for his merit's sake : And thou, my lad, art wife and child to me: But the kind sailor could not boast the art Farewell - I go where hope and honour call, Of looking deeply in the human heart;
Nor does it follow that who fights must fall." Else had he seen that this weak brother knew Isaac here made a poor attempt to speak, What men to court, what objects to pursue ; And a huge tear moved slowly down his cheek; That he to disiant gain the way discern'd, Like Plulo's iron drop, hard sign of grace, And none so crooked but his genius learn’d. It slowly roll’d upon the rueful face,
Isaac was poor, and this the brother felt; Forced by the striving will alone its way to trace. He hired a house, and there the landsman dwelt; Years fled-war lasted-George at sea remainid, Wrought at his trade, and had an easy home, While the slow landsman still his profits gain'd: For there would George with cash and comforts An humble place was vacant; he besought come ;
His patron's interest, and the office caught; And when they parted, Isaac look'd around, For still the virgin was his faithful friend, Where other friends and helpers might be found. And one so sober could with truth commend,
He wish'd for some purt-place, and one might fall, Who of his own defects most humbly thonght, Ile wisely thought, if he should try for all ; And their advice with zeal and reverence sought : He had a vote-and, were it well applied, Whom thus the mistress praised, the maid approved, Might have its worth-and he had views beside ; And her he wedded whom he wisely loved. Old Burgess Steel was able to promote
No more he needs assistance—but, alas! An humble man who served him with a vote ; He fears the money will for liquor pass ; For Isaac felt not what some tempers feel, Or that the seaman might to flatterers lend, But bow'd and bent the neck to Burgess Steel; Or give support to some pretended friend ; And great attention to a lady gave,
Still he must write-he wrote, and he confess'd His ancient friend, a maiden spare and grave : That, till absolved, he should be sore distress'd; One whom the visage long and look demure But one so friendly would, he thought, forgive Of Isaac pleased-he seem'd sedate and pure; The hasty deed-heaven knew how he should live; And his soft heart conceived a gentle flame But you,” he added, “ as a man of sense, For her who waited on this virtuous dame : Have well consider'd danger and expense : Not an outrageous love, a scorching fire,
I ran, alas ! into the fatal snare, Bat friendly liking and chastised desire;
And now for trouble must my mind prepare ; And thus he waited, patient in delay,
And how, with children, I shall pick my way, In present favour and in fortune's way.
Through a hard world, is more than I can say : George then was coasting-war was yet delay'd, Then change not, brother, your more happy state, And what he gain'd was to his brother paid ; Or on the hazard long deliberate." Vor ask'd the seaman what he saved or spent : George answer'd gravely, “ It is right and fit, But took his grog, wrought hard, and was In all our crosses, humbly to submit: content;
Your apprehensions are unwise, unjust ; Till war awaked the land, and George began Forbear repining, and expel distrust." To think what part became a useful man:
He added, “ Marriage was the joy of life," “ Press'd, I must go; why then, 'tis beller far And gave his service to his brother's wife; At once to enter like a British tar,
Then vow'd to bear in all expense a part, Than a brave captain and the foe to shun,
And thus concluded, “ Have a cheerful heart." As if I fear'd the music of a gun."
Had the glad Isaac been his brother's guide, " Go not !” said Isaac—" You shall wear disguise.” In these same terms the seaman had replied ; “What!" said the seaman," clothe myself with | At such reproofs the crafty landsman smiled, lies ?"
And softly said, “ This creature is a child." *0! but there's danger.”_" Danger in the fleet? Twice had the gallant ship a capture made, You cannot mean, good brother, of defeat ; And when in port the happy crew were paid, And other dangers I at land must share-
Home went the sailor, with his pocket stored, So now adieu! and trust a brother's care." Ease to enjoy, and pleasure to afford ;
Isaac auhile demurrid-but, in his heart, His time was short, joy shone in every face, So might he share, he was disposed to part: Isaac half fainted in the fond embrace : The better mind will sometimes feel the pain The wife resolved her honour'd guest to please, Or benefactions-favour is a chain ;
The children clung upon their uncle's knees ; Bat they the feeling scorn, and what they wish | The grog went round, the neighbours drank his disdain ;
health, While beings form'd in coarser mould will hate And George exclaim'd, “Ah! what to this is wealth? The helping hand they ought to venerate; Better," said he, “ to bear a loving heart, No wonder George should in this cause prevail, Thon roll in riches—but we now must part!" With one contending who was glad to fail :
All yet is still—but hark! the winds o'ersweep "Laac, farewell! do wipe that doleful eye ; The rising waves, and howl upon the deep; Crying we came, and groaning we may die. Ships late hecalm'd on mountain-billows rideLet 118 do something 'twixt the groan and cry:
So life is threaten'd, and so man is tried.
Ill were the tidings that arrived from sea, That Isaac seem'd concern'd hy his distress The worthy George must now a cripple be; Gave to his injured feelings some redress ; His leg was lopp'd; and though his heart was sound, But none he found disposed to lend an ear Though his brave caplain was with glory crown'd, To stories, all were once intent to hear : Yet much it vex'd him to repose on shore,
Except his nephew, seated on his knee, An idle log, and be of use no more :
He found no creature cared about the sea ; True, he was sure that Isaac would receive But George indeed - for George they call'd the All of his brother that the foe might leave;
boy, To whom the seaman his design had sent,
When his good uncle was their boast and joyEre from the port the wounded hero went : Would listen long, and would contend with sleep, His wealth and expectations told, he “ knew To hear the woes and wonders of the deep; Wherein they fail'd, what Isaac's love would do ;
Till the fond mother cried—“That man will That he the grog and cabin would supply,
teach Where George at anchor during life would lie.” The foolish boy his loud and boisterous speech." The landsman read-and, reading, grew dis- So judged the father-and the boy was taught tress'd :
To shun the uncle, whom his love had sought. •Could he resolve t'admit so poor a guest ?
The mask of kindness now but seldom worn, Better at Greenwich might the sailor stay, George felt each evil harder to be borne ; Unless his purse could for his comforts pay ;" And cried, (vexation growing day by day,) So Isaac judged, and to his wife appeal'd,
• Ah! brother Isaac !-What! I'm in the way!" But yet acknowledged it was best to yield : No! on my credit, look ye, No! but I
Perhaps his pension, with what sums remain Am fond of peace, and my repose would buy Due or unsquander'd, may the man maintain; On any terms—in short, we must comply: Refuse we must not."
."-With a heavy sigh My spouse hal money-she must have her willThe lady heard, and made her kind reply : Ah! brother-marriage is a bitter pill." “ Nor would I wish it, Isaac, were we sure
George tried the lady—“ Sister, I offend.” How long his crazy building will endure; · Me?" she replied—“O no!-you may depend Like an old house, that every day appears On my regard—but watch your brother's way, About to fall-he may be propp'd for years ; Whom I, like you, must study and obey." For a few months, indeed, we might comply, “Ah!" thought the seaman, " what a head was But these old batter'd fellows never die.”
mine, The hand of Isaac, George on entering took, That easy birth at Greenwich to resign! With love and resignation in his look ;
I'll to the parish" --but a little pride, Declared his comfort in the fortune past,
And some affection, put the thought aside. And joy to find his anchor safely cast ;
Now gross neglect and open scorn he bore “ Call then my nephews, let the grog be brought, In silent sorrow-but he felt the more : And I will tell them how the ship was fought.” The odious pipe he to the kitchen took,
Alas! our simple seaman should have known, Or strove to profit by some pious book. That all the care, the kindness, he had shown, When the mind stoops to this degraded state, Were from his brother's heart, if not his memory, New griefs will darken the dependant's fate; flown :
Brother!" said Isaac, “ you will sure excuse All swept away to be perceived no more,
The little freedom I'm compellid to use : Like idle structures on the sandy shore;
My wife's relations—curse the haughty crew)The chance amusement of the playful boy, Affect such niceness, and such dread of you : That the rude billows in their rage destroy. You speak so loud--and they have natures softPoor George confess'd, though loath the truth to Brother--I wish -do go upon the loft !" find,
Poor George obey'd, and to the garret fied, Slight was his knowledge of a brother's mind : Where not a being saw the tears he shed : The vulgar pipe was to the wise offence,
But more was yet required, for guests were come, The frequent grog to Isaac an expense ;
Who could not dine if he disgraced the room. Would friends like hers, she question'd, “choose to It shock'd his spirit to be esteem'd unfit come,
With an own brother and his wife to sit; Where clouds of poison'd fume defiled a room? He grew rebellious-at the vestry spoke This could their lady friend, and Burgess Steel, For weekly aid--they heard it as a joke: (Teased with his worship’s asthma,) bear to feel ? So kind a brother, and so wealthy—-you Could they associate or converse with him
Apply to us? ---No! this will never do : A loud rough sailor with a timber limb ?"
Good neighbour Fletcher," said the overseer, Cold as he grew, still Isaac strove to show, “We are engaged—you can have nothing here!" By well-feign'd care, that cold he could not grow ; George mutier'd something in despairing tone, And when he saw his brother look distress'd, Then sought his lost, to think and grieve alone ; He strove some petty comforts to suggest ;
Neglected, slighted, restless on his bed, On his wife solely their neglect to lay,
With heart half broken, and with scraps ill fed ; And then t' excuse it, is a woman's way;
Yet was he pleased, that hours for play design'd He too was chidden when her rules he broke, Were given to ease his ever-troubled mind; And then she sicken'd at the scent of smoke. The child still listen’d with increasing joy, George, though in doubt, was still consoled 10 And he was soothed by the attentive boy. find
At length he sicken'd, and this duteous child Ilis brother wishing to be reckond kind :
Watelid o'er his sickness, and his pains haguiled;
The mother bade him from the loft refrain, George, are you duinb? do learn to know your But, though with caution, yet he went again :
friends, And now his tales the sailor feebly told,
And think a while on whom your bread depends : His heart was heavy, and his limbs were cold : What! not a word ? be thankful I am coolThe tender boy came often to entreat
But, sir, beware, no longer play the fool ; His good kind friend would of his presents eat;
Come! brother, come! what is that you seek Purloin'd or purchased, for he saw, with shame, By this rebellion ?-Speak, you villain, speak!-The food untouch'd that to his uncle came; Weeping! I warrant-sorrow makes you dumb: Who, sick in body and in mind, received
I'll ope your mouth, impostor! if I come : The boy's indulgence, gratified and grieved. Let me approach—I'll shake you from the bed, “ Uncle will die!" said George--the piteous Yon stubborn dog — God ! my brother's dead!" wife
Timid was Isaac, and in all the past Esclaim'd, “She saw no value in his life;
He felt a purpose to be kind at last ; But sick or well, to my commands attend,
Nor did he mean his brother to depart, And go no more to your complaining friend.” Till he had shown this kindness of his heart : The boy was vex'd ; he felt his heart reprove But day by day he put the cause aside, The stern decree.-What! punish'd for his love! Induced by avarice, peevishness, or pride. No! he would go, but softly to the room,
But now awaken'd, from this fatal time Stealing in silence-for he knew his doom. His conscience Isaac felt, and found his crime: Once in a week the father came to say,
He raised to George a monumental stone, “George, are you ill ?”—and hurried him away ; And there retired to sigh and think alone ; Yet to his wife would on their duties dwell, An ague seized him, he grew pale, and shookAnd often cry, “ Do use my brother well :" “So," said his son," would my poor uncle look."And something kind, no question, Isaac meant, “ And so, my child, shall I like him expire.”Who took vast credit for the vague intent.
No! you have physic and a cheerful fire.”-But truly kind, the gentle boy essay'd
Unhappy sinner! yes, I'm well supplied To cheer his uncle, firm, although afraid ; With every comfort my cold heart denied.” But now the father caught him at the door,
He view'd his brother now, but not as one And, swearing-yes, the man in office swore,
Who vex'd his wife by fondness for her son ; And cried, “ Away! How! brother, I'm surprised, Not as with wooden limb, and seaman's tale, That one so old can be so ill advised :
The odious pipe, vile grog, or humbler ale : Let him not dare to visit you again,
He now the worth and grief alone can view Your cursed stories will disturb his brain;
Of one so mild, so generous, and so true ; Is it not vile to court a foolish boy,
“ The frank, kind brother, with such open heart, Your own absurd narrations to enjoy ?
And I to break it—'twas a demon's part!" What! sullen!-ha! George Fletcher! you shall So Isaac now, as led by conscience, feels, see,
Nor his unkindness palliates or conceals.
He spoke, and, frowning, to his dinner went, “ Alas! my folly cost my brother's life;
And therefore left to pine, and fret his life away."
George yet stole up, he saw his uncle lie All he lamented—and the ready rear Sick on the bed, and heard his heavy sigh: Falls as he listens, soothed, and grieved to hear. So he resolved, before he went to rest,
“ Did he not curse me, child ?"-"He never To comfort one so dear and so distress'd;
cursed, Then watch'd his time, but with a childlike art, But could not breathé, and said his heart would Betray'd a something treasured at his heart:
burst."Th' observant wife remark'd, “ The boy is “And so will mine."-" Then, father, you must grown
pray; So like your brother, that he seems his own ; My uncle said it took his pains away.” So close and sullen! and I still suspect
Repeating thus his sorrows, Isaac shows They often meet-do watch them and detect." That he, repenting, feels the debt he owes, George now remark'd that all was still at And from this source alone his every comfort flows. night,
He takes no joy in office, honours, gain ; And hasten d up with terror and delight; They make him humble, nay, they give him pain; “ ['ncle!” he cried, and softly tapp'd the door ; “These from my heart,” he cries, " all feeling * Do let me in"-but he could add no more ;
And Burgess Steel has but a passing bow;
THE LEARNED BOY.
As thus he lives, if living be to sigh,
· Yes,” he replied, “ it calls for pains and care ; And from all comforts of the world to fly,
But I must bear it."_" Sir, you can not bear; Without a hope in life-without a wish to die. Your son is weak, and asks a mother's eye."
That, my kind friend, a father's may supply."
Such growing griefs your very soul will tease.'
" To grieve another would not give me easeTALE XXI.
I have a mother"_" She, poor ancient soul !
Procure thy comforts, and thy sorrows share! Like one well studied in a sad ostent,
Age is itself impatient, uncontrolld.”To please his grandam.
“ But wives like mothers must at length be old."Merchant of Venice, act ii. sc. 2.
• Thou hast shrewd servants—they are evils And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail,
" Yet a shrewd mistress might afflict me more."Unwillingly to school.
As You Like It, act ii. sc. 7. “ Wilt thou not be a weary wailing man ?"He is a better scholar than I thought he was
Alas! and I must bear it as I can."
Resisted thus, the widow soon withdrew,
And off his wonted guard, in some retreat,
Find from a foe prepared entire defeat : Which out of use, and staled by other men,
But he was prudent, for he knew in flight Begin his fashion.
Julius Cæsar, act iv. sc. 1. These Parthian warriors turn again and fight : 0! torture me no more-I will confess.
He but at freedom, not at glory aim'd,
Thus, when a great and powerful state decrees,
It vows in kindness to protect, defend, Grave, cautious, careful, fond of gain was he, And be the fond ally, the faithful friend ; Yet famed for rustic hospitality :
It therefore wills that humbler stale to place Left with his children in a widow'd state,
Its hopes of safety in a fond embrace ; The quiet man submitted to his fate;
Then must that humbler state its wisdom prove, Though prudent matrons waited for his call, By kind rejection of such pressing love ; With cool forbearance he avoided all;
Must dread such dangerous friendship to comThough each profess'd a pure maternal joy, By kind attention to his feeble boy :
And stand collected in its own defence :And though a friendly widow knew no rest, Our farmer thus the proffer'd kindness fled, Whilst neighbour Jones was lonely and distress’d: And shunnid the love that into bondage led. Nay, though the maidens spoke in tender tone The widow failing, fresh besiegers came, Their hearts' concern to see him left alone To share the fate of this retiring dame : Jones still persisted in that cheerless life,
And each foresaw a thousand ills attend As if 'twere sin to take a second wife.
The man that fled from so discreet a friend ; 0! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are dead, And pray'd, kind soul! that no event might make To find such numbers who will serve instead : The harden'd heart of Farmer Jones to ache. And in whatever state a man be thrown,
But he still govern'd with resistless hand, "Tis that precisely they would wish their own; And where he could not guide, he would command: Left the departed infants—then their joy
With steady view in course direct he steerd, Is to sustain each lovely girl and boy :
And his fair daughters loved him, though they Whatever calling his, whatever trade,
fear'd ; To that their chief attention has been paid ; Each had her school, and, as his wealth was known, His happy taste in all things they approve, Each had in time a household of her own. IIis friends they honour, and his food they love ; The boy indeed was, at the grandam's side, His wish for order, prudence in affairs,
Humour'd and train'd, her trouble and her pride: And equal temper, (thank their stars !) are theirs ; Companions dear, with speech and spirits mild, In fact, it seem'd to be a thing decreed,
The childish widow and the vapourish child ; And fix'd as fate, that marriage must succeed ; This nature prompts; minds uninform'd and weak, Yet some like Jones, with stubborn hearts and hard, In such alliance ease and comfort seek; Can hear such claims, and show them no regard. Push'd by the levity of youth aside,
Soon as our farmer, like a general, found The cares of man, his humour, or his pride, By what strong foes he was encompass'd round— They feel, in their desenceless state, allied: Engage he dared not, and he could not fly, The child is pleased to meet regard from age, But saw his hope in gentle parley lie ;
The old are pleased e'en children to engage; With looks of kindness then, and trembling heart, And all their wisdom, scorn’d by proud mankind, fle met the foe, and art opposed to art.
They love to pour into the ductile mind;
Yet sa w with pain a whining, timid lad;
Whom he, instructing, led through cultured fields, while others daring, yet imbecile, fly
Stephen, whose thoughts were wandering up
Now charm'd with promised sights in London town, And on the favourite mind to throw her glimmering Now loath to leave his grandam-lost the force, light;
The drift, and tenor of this grave discourse; Her Bible stories she impressid betimes,
But, in a general way, he understood And fill'd his head with hymns and holy rhymes ; 'Twas good advice, and meant, “My son, be good;" On powers unseen, the good and ill, she dwelt, And Stephen knew that all such precepts mean, And the poor boy mysterious terrors felt;
That lads should read their Bible, and be clean. From frightful dreams, he waking sobb'd in dread, The good old lady, though in some distress, Till the good lady came to guard his bed. Begg’d her dear Stephen would his grief suppress ;
The father wish'd such errors to correct, “Nay, dry those eyes, my child—and, first of all, But let them pass in duty and respect :
Hold fast thy faith, whatever may befall : But more it grieved his worthy mind to see Hear the best preacher, and preserve the text That Stephen never would a farmer be ;
For meditation, till you hear the next; In vain he tried the shiftless lad to guide, Within your Bible night and morning look ; And yet 'twas time that something should be tried: There is your duty, read no other book ; He at the village school perchance might gain Be not in crowds, in broils, in riots seen, All that such mind could gather and retain ; And keep your conscience and your linen clean : Yet the good dame affirm'd her favourite child you a Joseph, and the time may be, Was apl and studious, though sedate and mild; When kings and rulers will be ruled by thee.' “ That he on many a learned point could speak, Nay,” said the father—" Hush, my son,” replied And that his body, not his mind, was weak.” The dame ;“ The Scriptures must not be denied."
The father doubted—but to school was sent The lad, still weeping, heard the wheels apThe timid Stephen, weeping as he went :
proach, There the rude lads compellid the child to fight, And took his place within the evening coach, And sent him bleeding to his home at night; With heart quite rent asunder. On one side At this the grandam more indulgent grew, Was love, and grief, and fear, for scenes untried ; And bade her darling “ Shun the beastly crew; Wild beasts and wax-work fill'd the happier part Whom Satan ruled, and who were sure to lie, Of Stephen's varying and divided heart : Howling in torments, when they came to die." This he betray'd by sighs and questions strange, This was such comfort, that in high disdain or famous shows, the Tower, and the Exchange. He told their fate, and felt their blows again : Soon at his desk was placed the curious boy, Yet if the boy had not a hero's heart,
Demure and silent at his new employ : Within the school he play'd a better part; Yet as he could, he much attention paid He wrote a clean, fine hand, and at his slate, To all around him, cautious and afraid ; With more success than many a hero, sate; On older clerks his eager eyes were fix'd, He thought not much indeed—but what depends But Stephen never in their council mix'd : On pains and care, was at his fingers' ends. Much their contempt he fear’d, for if like them,
This had his father's praise, who now espied He felt assured he should himself contemn; A spark of merit, with a blaze of pride :
0! they were all so eloquent, so free,
And talk as if they read it from a book ;
But I,” said Stephen, “will forbear to speak, A London cousin soon a place obtain'd, And they will think me prudent and not weak. Easy, but humble-little could be gain'd : They talk, the instant they have dropp'd the pen, The time arrived when youth and age must part, Of singing women, and of acting men; Tears in each eye, and sorrow in each heart; Of plays and places where at night they walk The careful father bade his son attend
Beneath the lamps, and with the ladies lalk; To all his duties, and obey his friend ;
While other ladies for their pleasure sing,
They would despise me, did they understand
And hiss and grocn, and cry-Encore! encore ! I say, be honest, faithful, civil, true,
There's one among them looks a little kind; And this you may, and yet have courage too : If more encouraged, I would ope my mind." Heroic men, their country's boast and pride, Alas! poor Stephen, happier had he kept Have fear'd their God, and nothing fear'd beside : His purpose secret, while his envy slept;