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How many ushers now employs,
How many maids to see the boys
Have nothing in their heads!
And Mrs S ?Doth she abet
(Like Pallas in the parlour) yet
Some favour'd two or three,— The little Crichtons of the hour, Her muffin-medals that devour,
And swill her prize—bohea?
Ay, there's the playground ! there's the lime,
So wildly I have read!
Of Love and Cottage-bread?
Who struts the Randall of the walk?
Who scoops the light canoe?
Hal Bay lis? blithe Carew?
Alack! they're gone—a thousand ways!
And some have perish'd young !—
And blithe Carew—is hung!
Grave Bowers teaches ABC
Poor Chase is with the worms!
"And push us from ova forms!"
Lo ! where they scramble forth, and shout, And leap, and skip and mob about,
At play where we have play'd! Some hop, some run, (some fall,) some twine Their crony arms; some in the shine,—
And some are in the shade!
Lo there what mix'd conditions run!
And Fortune's favour'd care—
The Nabob's pamper'd heir!
Some brightly Starr'd—some evil born,—
For fair or foul renown!
And there's a Creole brown!
Some laugh and sing, some mope and weep, And wish their " frugal sires would keep
"Their only sons at home;" Some tease the future tense and plan The full-grown doings of the man,
And pant for years to come!
A foolish wish! There's one at hoop;
The marble taw to speed!
Would I were in his stead!
Yet he would gladly halt and drop
To toil, to tug—O little fool!
Perchance thou deem'st it were a thing
And sleep on regal down!
That hat without a crown!
And dost thou think that years acquire
More happy than his son?
And see how forced our fun!
Thy taws are brave ! thy tops are rare!—
Our dumps are no delight!—
To fly the Muse's kite!
Our hearts are dough, our heels are lead,
Like balls with no re-bound I
Towards that merry ground!
Then be contented. Thou hast got
There's sky-blue in thy cup!
A sorry breaking-up!
Hood. 65.— THE PET LAMB.
The dew was falling fast, the stars begun to blink;
I heard a voice; it said, "Drink, pretty creature, drink!"
And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain lamb with a maiden at its side.
Nor sheep nor kine was near; the lamb was all alone,
And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone;
With one knee on the grass did the little maiden kneel,
While to that mountain-lamb she gave its evening meal.
The lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper took, Seemed to feast with head and ears; and his tail with pleasure
shook. "Drink, pretty creature, drink," she said in such a tone That I almost received her heart into my own. \ 'Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of beauty rare! I watched them with delight, they were a lovely pair. Now with her empty can the maiden turned away; But ere ten yards were gone her footsteps did she stay.
Right towards the lamb she looked; and from a shady place
I unobserved could see the workings of her face:
If nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring,
Thus, thought I, to her lamb the little maid might sing:
"What ails thee, young one? what? why pull so at thy cord?
"Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board?
"Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be;
"Best, little young one, rest; what is't that aileth thee?
"What is it thou would seek? What is wanting to thy heart?
"Thy limbs are they not strong? and beautiful thou art:
"This grass is tender grass ; these flowers they have no peers;
"And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears!
"If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain,
"This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain;
"For rain and mountain-storms! the like thou need'st not fear, "The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here.
"Rest, little young one, rest; thou hast forgot the day
"When my father found thee first in places far away;
"Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert owned by none,
"And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone.
"He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home:
"A blessed day for thee! then whither weuldstthou roam.;
"A faithful nurse thou hast; the dame that did thee yean,
"Upon the mountain tops no kinder could have been:
"Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can
"Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran;
"And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew,
"I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
"Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now,
"Then I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough;
"My playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold
"Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold.
"It will not, will not rest! poor creature, can it be
"That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee?
"Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear,
"And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear.
"Alas, the mountain tops that look so green and fair!
As homeward through the lane I went with lazy feet,