28 Epitaph on the King of the Sandwich Islands. EPITAPH ON THE LATE KING OF THE SANDWICH ISLANDS. BE PRAED. ENEATH the marble mud or moss, The island king is food for vermin; Well was he framed for royal seat; Kind to the meanest of his creatures; With tender heart and tender feet, And open purse and open features; And earned thereby the usual pensions, And deathless debt, and deathless laurel: In peace he was intensely gay, And shows to make his subjects dizzy; And signing the report of jailors, And making up receipts for buns, And building carriages and boats, And streets, and chapels, and pavilions; And regulating all the coats, And all the principles of millions; And drinking homilies and gin, And chewing pork and adulation, And looking backwards upon sin, And looking forwards to salvation. The Child's Inquiry. Peace to his dust! his fostering care By grateful hearts shall long be cherished, And all his subjects shall declare They lost a grinder when he perished. In which a people's love hath shrined him, THE CHILD'S INQUIRY. MRS. RAPER. LITTLE girl, with flaxen hair, Aand laughing eyes of blue, And skin as alabaster fair, With cheek of roseate hue, Was seated at her mother's knee, While ever and anon was heard From that pale woman's inmost heart, With some deep agony of grief, Which in those sighs found sweet relief. And yet the little child would gaze "Mother! dear mother, do not cry, I know he will, should he not stay 29 30 The Child's Inquiry. "Yes, yes, my child, dear father's kind, And never from his wife and child But that drink-shop you talk about "But, mother, what can make him spend When he at home might have a friend? That men with home, and child, and wife, "I'm sure when errands I must run, There's such a noise, and smell of drink, Then why dear father there doth go, "My child, the things that make you run Entice poor father in; And where such places are, my child, They lead to want and sin. My heart feels bursting when I think "I wish, when father was a child He might have now with pleasure smiled, But now dark ruin and despair, Through drink, pursues us everywhere. "Oh! could those houses be shut up, Methinks how happy we should be The Child's Inquiry. "But, mother. if they were shut up, Poor things! I fear that they would die "We only want them not to sell "The druggist must not poison sell "Drink poisons morals, manners, health, "Good men in Britain seem to feel "Well, mother, now I think I know And why your step seems sad and slow, Poor father takes it every day To landlord John across the way. 31 32 The Child's Inquiry. "I'm a member of the Band of Hope, I've heard you mention once or twice, What is the name? You have it pat." "ALLIANCE,' do you mean, my dear? But I'm too young, I almost fear, Yet, mother, tell me how A little girl like me can aid, In ending all this wicked trade." "Well, this I know, there's sold each week, In village, city, town, A paper called The Alliance News, By thousands up and down, To teach men how, and why they may, Shut up those shops without delay. "Good men, and great, and rich, and wise Together have agreed, To rid our country of its bane, And have old England freed From this sad blot upon her fame, The selling that which leads to shame." "Well, mother, I can sign my name, "My little girl must go to rest, And on another day, We'll talk the matter o'er again, And then we'll find some way By which a little girl can aid, |