In the great minster transept, And the choir sings and the organ rings This was the bravest warrior That ever buckled sword; This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word; On the deathless page, truths half so sage And had he not high honor? And the dark rock pines, like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave; And God's own hand in that lonely land, To lay him in the grave, In that deep grave, without a name, Whence his uncoffined clay Shall break again-O wondrous thought! Before the judgment day, And stand with glory wrapped around On the hills he never trod, And speak of the strife that won our life The Dying Christian to his Soul. Hark! they whisper; angels say, The world recedes; it disappears! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting? Alexander Pope From the Honeymoon. Duke. You are welcome home. Jul. Home! You are merry; this retired spot Would be a palace for an owl! Duke. 'Tis ours. Jul. Ay, for the time we stay in it. Duke. By Heaven, This is the noble mansion that I spoke of! Jul. This!-You are not in earnest, though you bear it Duke. I swear, as I'm your husband, and no duke. Jul. No duke? Duke. But of my own creation, lady. Jul. Am I betrayed? Nay, do not play the fool! It is too keen a joke. Duke. You'll find it true. Jul. You are no duke, then? Duke. Jul. None. Have I been cozened? And have you no estate, sir? No palaces, nor houses? Duke. None but this: A small snug dwelling, and in good repair. Jul. Nor money, nor effects? Jul. And the attendants who have waited on us— Duke. They were my friends; who, having done my business, Are gone about their own. That I was ever born! · What are you, sir? Duke. I am an honest man that may content you. Young, nor ill-favour'd · - should not that content you? I am your husband, and that must content you. Jul. I will go home! Duke. You are at home, already. Jul. I'll not endure it! -But remember this Duke, or no duke, I'll be a duchess, sir! Duke. A duchess! You shall be a queen,- to all Who, by the courtesy, will call you so. When you have learned to wait upon yourself. Duke. And if you should, 'twould grow again. (For such my would-be duchess, you will find me). You were cut out by nature. That education, sir, has spoilt me for it. - Duke. I think 'twill happen, wife. Jul. What! Rub and scrub Your noble palace clean? Duke. Those taper fingers Will do it daintily. Jul. And dress your victuals (If there be any)? — Oh! I could go mad! Duke. And mend my hose, and darn my nightcaps neatly: Wait, like an echo, till you're spoken to Jul. Or like a clock, talk only once an hour? Duke. Or like a dial; for that quietly Performs its work, and never speaks at all. Jul. To feed your poultry and your hogs! Oh, monstrous! And when I stir abroad, on great occasions Carry a squeaking tithe pig to the vicar; Or jolt with higglers' wives the market trot Duke. Excellent! How well you sum the duties of a wife! Why, what a blessing I shall have in you! Duke. When they talk of you and me, Darby and Joan shall no more be remembered:- Jul. A very vixen. Duke. Oh, no! We'll have no vixens. Jul. I'll not bear it! I'll to my father's! Duke. Gently: you forget You are a perfect stranger to the road. Jul. My wrongs will find a way, 'or make one. Duke. Softly! You stir not hence, except to take the air; And then I'll breathe it with you. Duke. 'T would be unsafe to trust you yet abroad. Jul. Am I a truant schoolboy? Duke. Nay, not so; But you must keep your bounds. The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Jul. Well, if I may not travel to my father Duke. You will find them In the next room.- A word, before you go Duke. Peace! - No fooling, idle woman! To love, to honour, cherish, and protect you. To fret, and worry and torment each other, And give a keener edge to our hard fate By sharp upbraidings, and perpetual jars?— (Waked from a dream of grandeur, to depend To soothe the taste of fortune's lowliness With sweet consent, and mutual fond endearment? Now to your chamber-write whate'er you please; |