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My crime!This sick'ning child to feed,
Knowst thou, to Nature's great command
In this, th' adopted babe I hold
With anxious fondness to my breast, My heart's sole comfort I behold, More dear than life, when life was blest; I saw her pining, fainting, cold,
I begg'd but vain was my request.
I saw the tempting food, and seized—
But I have griefs of other kind,
Troubles and sorrows more severe;
Yet nameless let me plead-my name
My mother dead, my father lost,
I wander'd with a vagrant crew; A common care, a common cost, Their sorrows and their sins I knew; With them, by want on error forced,
Like them, I base and guilty grew.
Few are my years, not so my crimes;
And I am old in shame and care.
Taught to believe the world a place Where every stranger was a foe, Train'd in the arts that mark our race, To what new people could I go? Could I a better life embrace,
Or live as virtue dictates? No!
So through the land I wandering went,
A sturdy youth he was and tall,
His looks would all his soul declare, His piercing eyes were deep and small,
And strongly curl'd his raven-hair.
Yes, Aaron had each manly charm,
All in the May of youthful pride,
Oft, when they grew in anger warm,
His father was our party's chief,
And dark and dreadful was his look; His presence fill'd my heart with grief, Although to me he kindly spoke.
With Aaron I delighted went,
His favour was my bliss and pride;
MR. LEDYARD, AS QUOTED BY M. PARK IN HIS TRAVELS INTO AFRIC.
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 a manner did they contribute to my relief, that if I was dry, I drank the sweetest draught; and if hungry, I ate the coarsest morsel with a double relish.
Seem they grave or learned? Why, so didst thou-Seem they religious? Why, so didst thou; or are they spare in diet, Free from gross passion, or of mirth or anger, Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood. Garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, Not working with the eye without the ear, And but with purged judgment trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem. SHAKSPEARE, King Henry V.
Better I were distract,
When EDWARD SHORE had reach'd his twentieth year,
He felt his bosom light, his conscience clear; Applause at school the youthful hero gain'd, And trials there with manly strength sustain'd:
With prospects bright upon the world he
Pure love of virtue, strong desire of fame: So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs, Men watch'd the way his lofty mind would And woes by strong imagination lose The knowledge of themselves.
SHAKSPEARE, King Lear.
And breathe around her melancholy gloom; To life's low cares will thy proud thought confine,
And make her sufferings, her impatience, thine.
Evil and strong, seducing passions prey On soaring minds, and win them from their way;
Who then to Vice the subject spirits give, And in the service of the conqu'ror live; Like captive Samson making sport for all, Who fear'd their strength, and glory in their fall.
Genius, with virtue, still may lack the aid Implored by humble minds and hearts afraid; May leave to timid souls the shield and sword
Of the tried faith, and the resistless word; Amid a world of dangers venturing forth, Frail, but yet fearless, proud in conscious worth,
Till strong temptation, in some fatal time, Assails the heart and wins the soul to crime; When left by honour, and by sorrow spent, Unused to pray, unable to repent,
The nobler powers that once exalted high Th' aspiring man, shall then degraded lie: Reason, through anguish, shall her throne forsake,
And strength of mind but stronger madness make.
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; He bore a gay good-nature in his face, And in his air were dignity and grace; Dress that became his state and years he
And sense and spirit shone in Edward Shore. Thus while admiring friends the youth beheld,
His own disgust their forward hopes repell'd; For he unfix'd, unfixing, look'd around, And no employment but in seeking found; He gave his restless thoughts to views refined, And shrank from worldly cares with wounded mind.
Rejecting trade, awhile he dwelt on laws, But who could plead, if unapproved the cause?
A doubting, dismal tribe physicians seem'd; Divines o'er texts and disputations dream'd; War and its glory he perhaps could love, But there again he must the cause approve. Our hero thought no deed should gain applause,
Where timid virtue found support in laws;
Should we a foul, ungenerous action dread,
Man's heart deceives him, said a friend: