By Ders side my Fattage stood,

        (tless story told)

        One ?eld, a ?ock, and he neighb ?ood

        Supplied, to han mines of gold.

        Ligransport rolld:

        itless joy I stretche shore

        My fats, or che fold

        ore,

        A dizzy dept and twinkling oar.

        My father was a good and pious man,

        An    man by    parents bred,

        And I believe t, soon as I began

        to lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed,

        And in here my prayers I said:

        And afteraught,

        I read, and loved the books in which I read;

        For books in every neig,

        And noto my mind a ser pleasure brought.

        I fet w charms did once adorn

        My garden, stored , and thyme,

        And rose and lilly for th morn?

        tful chime;

        t sime;

        My    through long grass scarce espied;

        t Mays dewy prime;

        t, er-side,

        From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride.

        taff I yet remember which upbore

        tive sire;

        behe honeyed sycamore

        er ?re;

        -m came, t attire

        it on e, myself I deckd;

        My carts of furious ire,

        ranger passed, so often I have checkd;

        t kno peckd.

        ty summers danced along,--

        Atle marked,    they rolled away:

        then rose a mansion proud our woods among,

        And cottage after cottage os sway,

        No joy to see a neigray

        tures ook;

        My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;

        ary nook,

        And ill could I t of sug brook.

        But, whe prold,

        to cruel injuries he became a prey,

        Sore traversed in weer    and sold:

        roubles grew upon him day by day,

        till all ance fell into decay.

        tle range of er was denied;[2]

        All but the bed where his old body lay,

        All, all was seized, and weeping, side by side,

        e soug abide.

        I fet t miserable hour,

        op, my sire surveyed,

        Peering above trees, teeple tower,

        t on    music made?

        till t there be laid,

        Close by my motive bowers:

        Biddirust in God, ood and prayed,--

        I could not pray:--tears t fell in showers,

        Glimmerd our dear-loved home, alas! no longer ours!

        th whom I had loved so long,

        t    say.

        Mid tains many and many a song

        e tle birds in May.

        o tire of childish play

        e seemed still more and more to prize eacher:

        e talked of marriage and our marriage day;

        And I in truther,

        For never could I o meet her.

        to a distant town

        repair, to ply tists trade.

        tears of bitter grief till then unknown!

        tender vo sad kiss delayed!

        to urned:--we her aid.

        Like one revived, upon ,

        And her whom he had loved in joy, he said

        ;

        And in a quiet .

        Four years eac,

        By stant toil and stant prayer supplied.

        ts lay upon my breast;

        And often, vie smiles, I sighed,

        And kne wher died

        ress reduced the childrens meal:

        t from he grave did hide

        ty loom, cold    wheel,

        And tears t ?o heal.

        twas a ime was e;

        e had no hope, and no relief could gain.

        But soon, he noisy drum

        Beat round, to sreets of    and pain.

        My o strain

        Me and his children hungering in his view:

        In sucears were vain:

        to join those miserable men he ?ew;

        And noo t, h numbers more, we drew.

        t for months we bore,

        Nor yet t its ancirred.

        Green ?elds before us and our native shore,

        By fever, from polluted air incurred,

        Ravage was made, for whio knell was heard.

        Fondly we wished, and wished away, nor knew,

        Mid t long siess, and those hopes deferrd,

        t    view:

        ting signal streamed, at last thdrew,

        But from delay t.

        On as ial deep

        Ran mountains--.

        e gazed error on the gloomy sleep

        Of t perishe whirlwinds sweep,

        Untaug soon susue,

        Our    of af?i reap,

        t he waves should rue.

        e rea ed crew.

        n

        All t is dear _in_ being! better far

        In ants most lonely cave till deato pine,

        Unseen, uncar;

        Or is and walks where proud men are,

        Better our dying bodies to obtrude,

        t the heels of war,

        Protract a curst existence, he brood

        t lap (t!) thers blood.

        t on our heads came down,

        Disease and famine, agony and fear,

        In own,

        It tle even to hear.

        All perished--all, in one remorseless year,

        husband and children! one by one, by sword

        And ravenous plague, all perisear

        Dried up, despairing, desolate, on board

        A Britisrance restored.

        Peaceful as some immeasurable plain

        By t beams of da impressd,

        In t ttering main.

        ts ,

        t es not to t.

        Remote from man, and storms of mortal care,

        A ;

        I looked and looked along t air,

        Until it seemed t a joy to my despair.

        Ae terri?c sleeps!

        And groans, t rage of rag famine spoke,

        oering heaps!

        tile rose like smoke!

        t from tant battle broke!

        t

        Driven by t troke

        to loats, w-siguisossd,

        self in agony !

        Yet does t burst of woe geal my frame,

        reets appeared to heave and gape,

        army came,

        And Fire from ic shape,

        And Murder, by tly gleam, and Rape

        Seized t prey, the child!

        But from ts my brain, escape!

        --For    and mild,

        And on the gliding vessel heaven and O smiled.

        Some migion past,

        I seemed transported to another world:--

        A t resigned

        tient marihe sail unfurld,

        And    hardly curled

        t sea. From t ts of home,

        And from all hope I was forever hurled.

        For me--fart from eart to roam

        as best, could I but s w e.

        And oft, robbd of my perfect mind, I t

        At last my feet a resting-place had found:

        ,)

        Roaming table ers round;

        ch, of every human friend disowned,

        All day, my ready tomb the o-?ood--

        to break my dream ts bound:

        And ood,

        And near a tables pined, and ed food.

        By grief enfeebled urned adrift,

        o rock;

        Nor morsel to my mout day did lift,

        Nor dared my    any door to knock.

        I lay, he cock

        From timber of an out-house hung;

        olled, t nigy clock!

        At morn my sick    ung,

        Nor to tongue.

        So passed anothird:

        try, in vain, t,

        In deep despair by frigirrd,

        :

        ture could no more support,

        itals fall;

        Dizzy my brain, erruption s

        Of ep could crawl,

        And to neigal.

        Recovery came    still, my brain

        as    had memory.

        I heir beds, plain

        Of many troubled me;

        Of feet still bustling round h busy glee,

        Of looks w,

        Of service done y,

        Fretting t,

        And groans, .

        t served to stir torpid sense,

        Nor pain nor pity in my bosom raised.

        Memory, turned rengthence

        Dismissed, again on open day I gazed,

        At , amazed.

        t, and as tired,

        Came,    blazed;

        te enquired,

        And gave me food, a, more wele, more desired.

        My    is touen like these,

        tenants,    relief:

        t ease!

        And t feared not grief,

        For all beloo all, and each was chief.

        No plougrained; on grating road

        No , the yellow sheaf

        In every vale for t owed:

        For tures meads, the milky udder ?owed.

        Semblance, rahey made

        Of potters o door:

        But life of    to me pourtrayed,

        And oto allure;

        t moor

        In barn uplighted, and panions boon

        ell met from far h revelry secure,

        I glade, when jod June

        Rolled fast along the sky his warm and genial moon.

        But ill it suited me, in journey dark

        Oer moor and mountain, midnig to ch;

        to chful bark.

        Or iptoe at ted latch;

        tern, and tch,

        tle shrill,

        And ear still busy on its nigch,

        ere not for me, broughing ill;

        Besides, on griefs so fress ill.

        could I do, unaided and u?

        Poor Fathine:

        And kindred of dead    best

        Small er marriage such as mine,

        ittle kindness o me ine.

        Ill oil or service ?t:

        itears w could e,

        By ful

        .

        I lived upon the ?elds,

        And oft of cruelty the sky accused;

        On    general bounty yields,

        Noterly refused,

        ten used:

        But, s my peace    ruth

        Is, t I have my inner self abused,

        Fo of stant truth,

        And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth.

        ten have I viewd,

        In tears, to try tend

        lost all its fortitude:

        And noeps I bend--

        Oell me whly friend

        urned away,

        As if because ale    an end

        S;--because so say

        Of t perpetual weig lay.

        [2] Several of t out todifferent Fis by imaginary linesdrao rock.
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