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But you shall hear an odd affair indeed! And that it happened, they are all agreed: Not to detain you from a thing so strange, A gentleman, who lives not far from 'Change, This week, in short, as all the Alley knows, Taking a puke, has thrown up Three Black Crows !" "Impossible!""Nay, but 'tis really true; I had it from good hands, and so may you.'
"From whose, I pray?". -So having named the man, Straight to inquire his curious comrade ran. Sir, did you tell"--relating the affairYes, sir, I did; and if 'tis worth your care, 'Twas Mr. Such-a-one, who told it me ;
But, by the by, 'twas Two black crows, not Three."
Resolved to trace so wondrous an event,
It was not Two black crows, 'twas only One,
I find him ?"—" Why, in such a place.”
Away he went; and having found him out,
Then to his last informant he referred,
And begged to know, if true what he had heard ;
Black crows have been thrown up, three, two, and one ;
"Crow-crow-perhaps I might, now I recall The matter o'er." And, pray, sir, what was't?" Why, I was horrid sick, and at the last
I did throw up, and told my neighbour so,
Something that was- ——as black, sir, as a crow."
ODE TO INDEPENDENCE.
THY spirit, Independence, let me share,
Ne'er paid that homage which the heart denies.
Those sculptured halls my feet shall never tread,
And forge vile shackles for the free-born mind:
Full often wreathed around the miscreant's brow:
Where ever dimpling Falsehood, pert and vain,
With either India's glittering spoils oppressed:
For him let venal bards disgrace the bay,
And hireling minstrels wake the tinkling string; Her sensual snares let faithless Pleasure lay, And all her gingling bells fantastic Folly ring; Disquiet, doubt, and dread shall intervene, And Nature, still to all her feelings just, In vengeance hang a damp on every scene, Shook from the baneful pinions of Esgust.
Nature I'll court in her sequestered haunts,
By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove or cell, Where the poised lark his evening ditty chaunts, And health, and peace, and contemplation dwell. There Study shall with Solitude recline,
And Friendship pledge me to his fellow swains,
And fearless Poverty shall guard the door,
And Sleep, unbribed, his dews refreshing shed;
Shall chase far off the goblins of the night, And Independence o'er the day preside, Propitious power! my patron and my pride.
THE MISERIES OF THE POOR AND THE
WHERE then, ah! where shall poverty reside,
Here, while the proud their long drawn pomps display,
The dome where Pleasure holds her midnight reign,
Are these thy serious thoughts?-Ah, turn thine eyes
She left her wheel, and robes of country brown.
AN ELEGY TO PITY,
HAIL, lovely power, whose bosom heaves the sigh
From flowery meads, can, with that sigh, compare;
Devoid of fear, the fawns around thee play;
And when the air with heat meridian glows,
And nature droops beneath the conquering gleam, Let us, slow wandering where the current flows, Save sinking flies that float along the stream. Or turn to nobler, greater tasks thy care;To me thy sympathetic gifts impart, Teach me in friendship's griefs to bear a share, And justly boast the generous feeling heart : Teach me to soothe the helpless orphan's grief, With timely aid the widow's woes assuage, To misery's moving cries to yield relief,
And be the sure resource of drooping age. So when the genial spring of life shall fade, And sinking nature owns the dread decay, Some soul congenial then may lend its aid, And gild the close of life's eventful day.
Ar the close of the day, when the hamlet is still,
While his harp rang symphonious, a hermit began; No more with himself or with nature at war,
He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
"Ah! why all abandoned to darkness and woe;
Mourn, sweetest complainer, man calls thee to mourn; Oh! soothe him whose pleasures like thine pass away : Full quickly they pass-but they never return.