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 I. DICKINSON, UTH.
 
 GLEANINGS OF VERSE. 
 
 EDITED 
 
 BY G. E. H. VERNON ESQ^ 
 
 AND SOLD BY 
 
 THE Countess of st. Germans 
 
 FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE DISTRESSED IRISH 
 
 AT THE BAZAAR HELD IN THE 
 
 REGENT'S PARK BARRACKS 
 
 MAY 1847
 
 122 1 
 
 6 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 T PRESENT this little Volume to the Public 
 -*- in the confident hope that the Lift of Con- 
 tributors will enfure its ready Sale, and that I 
 fhall have the fatisfadlion of affuring the kind 
 friends in whofe fields I have gleaned, that I 
 have gathered Golden Grain. 
 
 Jemima St. Germans. 
 
 81^508
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 AN EnglKh Auguit Evening 7 
 Lord John Manners M. P. 
 
 The Vifit of Sir Alan Macnab to the Tombs of his Fathers 8 
 
 Earl of EUelmere. 
 
 On being aiked to write fomething about Ireland . .11 
 Richard Monckton Milnes Efq. M. P. 
 
 The Spirit of Beauty E.M.J. 12 
 
 Infcription for a Column at Cratloe 14 
 
 Augullus Stafford O'Brien Efq. M. P. 
 
 Lines on tlu- Word " FarewtU "' . • . . . 15 
 
 Ciranville Edward H. Vernon Efq- 
 
 Nuneham Park . . Egcrton Vernon Harcourt Efq. 16 
 
 The Cicala to the Peafants 19 
 
 Rev. Henry Hart Milman. 
 
 To an unknown Lady fmging in the next Room at an 
 Hotel Abraham Hay ward Efq. 20 
 
 The Valley of Years . Countefs Dow. of Morley. 22 
 
 Lines on Ireland 23 
 
 Auguftus Stafford O'Brien Efq. M. P. 
 
 Latin Lines on The Right Hon. Thomas Grenville 24 
 
 Egerton Vernon Harcourt Efcj. 
 
 Lf>ve Clranvillc EdwanI H. Viiiion. Ef(|. 25 
 
 Imaginatif)!! E. M. J. 26 
 
 I nil a RtjKirt ihal (he had flirted with Another 28 
 
 Abraham Hayward Elq.
 
 6 Contents. 
 
 I'age 
 A tew Thoughts luggefted by the Profpeds of the Year 
 1847 .... Ralph Bernal Elq. M. P. 30 
 
 Epilogue to Sheridan's Play of St. Patrick's Day afted 
 
 at Befborough, Nov loth, 1846 34 
 
 Richard Monckton Milnes Efq. M. P. 
 
 Lines on leaving Scotland 36 
 
 Egerton Vernon Harcourt Efq. 
 
 To a difcarded Bouquet . , A. Hayward Efq. 37 
 
 Faith taught by Adverfity , W. Warburton Efq. 38 
 
 Epilogue to Colman's Farce of " The Deuce is in him" 
 afted at fome private Theatricals on the Eve of the 
 
 New Year 1846 39 
 
 Granville Edward H. Vernon Efq. 
 
 Stilling the Storm ... J. L. Brereton Efq. 44 
 
 John the Baptift Mrs. Brereton 47 
 
 England Patrick Scott Efq. 49 
 
 The Sinner's Farewell 51 
 
 George A. C. Lawrence Efq. 
 
 To J. L, Brereton Efq. 55 
 
 Prologue fpoken at the Amateur Perfonnance at the St. 
 James's Theatre in behalf of the diftrefled Scotch and 
 Irifh, April 29, and May 13, 1847 .... 56 
 
 Vifcount Morpeth, M. P. 
 
 Invocation to the Spirit of Minftrelfy • • • • 59 
 
 J. L. Brereton Efq. 
 
 April Weather .... Patrick Scott Efq, 61 
 
 Epilogue fpoken at the Amateur Perfonnance at the St. 
 James' Theatre in behalf of the diftrefled Scotch and 
 Irifh, April 29, and May 13, 1847 .... 62 
 
 Lady Dufferin.
 
 Gleanings of Verse. 
 
 AN ENGLISH AUGUST EVENING. 
 
 THE brcathlefs calm of Auguft's glowing eve 
 Is broken by the low faint twittering made 
 By birds that fing no longer, but in fhade 
 Utter infrequent notes, and thus relieve 
 Their little hearts of prifoned gratitude. 
 All the hot day the reapers have purfued 
 Their glorious ta(k, nor yet enjoy reprieve ; 
 But through the twilight ftill the waggon load, 
 Or bind in fhcaves the new cut corn, or goad 
 The wearied team with whip, or cheering lay 
 To one more journey down the oft-trod road. 
 While thus through England ends the harvefl-day. 
 May there be " humble men of heart" to pray 
 That on this toil Cjod's blefTing be beftowed ! 
 
 J. M. 1846.
 
 8 
 
 THE 
 
 VISIT OF SIR ALAN MACNAB TO THE 
 TOMBS OF HIS FATHERS. 
 
 [/« an ijland of the river Dochart near Kell'in in 
 Perthjhire^ is the burial place of the Highland fa?nily 
 of the Macnahs. The chief and clan emigrated yean 
 ago to Canada^ where they have dij}inguifl)ed them- 
 
 felves in the late rebellion on the fde of their country. 
 Their only remaining reprefentative at Kellin is an 
 old man who a£ls as Cicerone to the cemetery. Me 
 told us many anecdotes of his clan^ and alfo of a vift 
 lately paid by the fon of their former chiefs Sir Jlan 
 Macnah^ to the tombs of his fathers. The place is 
 
 fingularly appropriate to its purpofe and of great 
 beauty. E.] 
 
 HOW oft are the pi6lures which time moft endears 
 To refledtion in fadnefs arrayed ; 
 And fuch to my vifion the fcene reappears 
 
 Where by Dochart's dark waters we ftrayed, 
 And liftened, well pleafed, to the Chronicler's lore, 
 The laft of his clan, like a wreck of the waves.
 
 Visit of Sir A. Macnab. q 
 
 VVho lingers alone on the pine-co\'crcd fliorc, 
 Where the wild river, fed from the rills of Ben More, 
 Encircles the ifland of graves. 
 
 There are IcfTons of virtue and warnings to pride 
 
 Still breathed where the mighty are lain. 
 From the mofs-beo;rown cairn on the lone mountain 
 fide, 
 
 To Marathon's mound of the flain : 
 But a voicee'en morefolemnbreathes over the ground, 
 
 Where death to his many celled garner of earth 
 Has gathered for ages the children around 
 Of a race that has vanifhed, a name that may found 
 
 No more in the land of its birth. 
 
 Where, where has it vanifhed ? The breeze as it 
 fweeps 
 
 The Atlantic, and bears as it flies 
 A breath from the foreft that fringes the deeps 
 
 Of the rufhing St. Laurence, replies; — 
 Replies — that however in Albion that name 
 
 Has become like a tale of part: years that is told, 
 ^)n the (hores of Lake Erie that race is the fame. 
 And as true to the land of its birth and its fame 
 
 As its gallant forefathers of old. 
 
 B
 
 10 Visit of Sir A. Macnab. 
 
 Oh, had they been other, when many betrayed 
 
 The caufe of that land to its foes, 
 Would the fon of their chieftain have dared to invade 
 
 The place where his fathers repofe ? 
 Like a plant with the honours of fpring on its head, 
 
 Which has flourifhed in beauty though torn from 
 its ftem. 
 With the air of a chief in his mien and his tread, 
 A pilgrim he came to that place of the dead. 
 For he knew that the tenant of each narrow bed 
 
 Would hail him as worthy of them. 
 
 Yet not by the fide of thy fathers to reft. 
 
 Does their fummons go forth from the grave. 
 They bid thee return to thy home in the weft. 
 
 Where the living have claims on the brave. 
 And yet when thy bark fhall have traverfed the main 
 
 To the hearths where thy clanfmen have carried 
 their fires. 
 Mid the ftiouts of their welcome refufe not the ftrain 
 Which mourns for the pilgrim who comes not again. 
 Yet tells him he came not unmarked nor in vain 
 
 To the ifland where flumber his fires. 
 
 E.
 
 II 
 
 ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE SOME- 
 THING ABOUT IRELAND. 
 
 THE woes of Ireland are too deep for verfe ; 
 The Mufe has many fufferings of her own,— 
 Griefs fhe may well to fympathy rehearfe, 
 Pains fhe can foften by her jrentle tone. 
 
 But the ftark death in hunger and fharp cold, 
 The fick exhauftion of poor mortal clay, 
 Are not for her to touch ; fhe can but fold 
 Her mantle o'er her head and weep and pray. 
 
 " O gracious ruler of the rolling hours ! 
 
 " Let not this mifery laft over-long ; 
 
 ^' Rcftorc a nation to its manly powers ; 
 
 " Give back its forrows to the fphcre of fong." 
 
 R. M. M.
 
 12 
 
 THE SPIRIT OF BEAUTY. 
 
 THE Spirit of Beauty prepares her flight, 
 She wheels her courfe from the realms of light, 
 Thro' the ethereal air fhe fprings. 
 The funfhine of heaven upon her wings ; 
 Where lurks that fpirit, fo bright, fo fair ? 
 The fpirit of Beauty is everywhere. 
 
 She rides on the beams of the morning light. 
 When the breath of it's Maker difpels the night ; 
 She fips the dew from each floweret fair, 
 She fleals each fcent from the perfumed air ; 
 When wakes the fpirit of Beauty — fay ? 
 With the rofy beams of opening day. 
 
 She fmiles upon earth from the courts of Heaven, 
 She's heard in the lafl faint figh of even. 
 Gilded with rays from the fiery wefl:. 
 The fleecy clouds from her couch of reft ; 
 With the farewell beams of the light of day 
 See the Spirit of Beauty melts away.
 
 The Spirit of Beauty. 13 
 
 She dcfcejids to earth in a moonbeam pale, 
 When Phoebe fmiles thro' her filvery veil ; 
 She gliftens afar with each peerlefs gem, 
 That encircles dark midnight's diadem ; 
 Where fhines the Spirit of Beauty's light ? 
 Mid the gloom profound of fhades of night. 
 
 When the howling winds fweep the roaring main, 
 And the hurricane blaft rends the defert plain, 
 She flies thro' the air with the lightning's flafli. 
 She fpeaks in the Thunder's deafening crafh ; 
 Where hides the Spirit her beauteous form .' 
 In the grandeur of the raging ftorm. 
 
 She (kims like a bird o'er the ocean's bread, 
 She lulls the ftorm and the winds to reft ; 
 She floats on the billows that fport o'er the main. 
 While the funfhine of peace returns once again ; 
 In ftorm or in calm, on the earth or in air, 
 The Spirit of Beauty is everywhere. 
 
 E. M. J.
 
 H 
 
 INSCRIPTION FOR A COLUMN AT 
 CRATLOE* 
 
 WANDERER ! while o'er the Shannon's 
 widening breaft 
 Sinks yonder fun, do tender memories rife 
 Of youth or home ? or haply does thine heart 
 Mourn o'er it's fecret grief, it's darling fin r 
 Think of the Saints of old how they went forth 
 Hallowing each feeling, conquering every wrong, 
 Blefling their race, and turning grief to good, 
 Till, having fought the fight and won the crown. 
 They fet — that fun's great archetypes : — then go 
 And in the ftrength of God, their God and thine. 
 Be one of them. a. s. o'b. 
 
 * [Another Infcription is due to the owner of Cratloe. I 
 have had the means of knowing, and gladly bear teftimony to 
 the fa6t, that, of the many Iiifli Landlords who, in a ciifis of 
 almoft unparalleled difficulty, have nobly done their duty, no 
 one has difplayed more ufefid energy, or more happily tempered 
 liberality with judgement, than the writer of the above 
 lines. Ed.]
 
 15 
 
 FAREWELL. 
 
 TT^ A RE WELL, — oh who may truly tell 
 JL AH that is in that word farewell ! 
 The Lover fpeaks it to his fair, 
 In doubt, in rapture, or defpair : 
 The Parent forrowing, anxious, miki, 
 Sends forth with fighs her wayward child : 
 The exile from his father-land 
 To home and kindred waves his hand. 
 
 It is a vow which, daily fpoken. 
 Is lightly made, more lightly broken : 
 A hand compreft, a parting glance, 
 A thought too deep for utterance : 
 A heartfelt prayer for happincfs 
 To the loved caufe of our diftrefs : 
 A link perhaps, that will retain 
 Our memory 'till we meet again ; 
 Or elfc a blade that will diflever 
 The bond that held us once — for ever. 
 
 It refts alone with fate and you, 
 The meaning of that word — Adieu. 
 
 G. E. H. \'.
 
 i6 
 
 NUNEHAM PARK.* 
 
 Written on the occafton of a v'lftt to the Archhijhop of 
 York by fame relatives and friends (including Mr. 
 Grenville^ who was then nearly 87 years old^ the 
 Archhijhop being nearly 85J. l\th. July^ 1842. 
 
 OH ! how delightful in the noontide heat, 
 Fair Nuneham, to enjoy thy cool retreat ! 
 To view, reclining in thy fragrant bowers. 
 The rainbow hues of bright enamelPd flowers : 
 Or, where with Nature Art contrafts her fkill, 
 And the gay terrace crowns the verdant hill. 
 How fweet to watch on Ifis' winding ftream. 
 The glancing fkifF, and fitful funny gleam ; 
 Then, while we gaze on Oxford's antique towers, 
 To charm with varied talk the gliding hours ; 
 
 * [Some of the allufions contained in thefe verfes will be 
 better underftood and appreciated, when it is ftated that the 
 party at Nuneham included the Duchefs of Sutherland and her 
 two eldeft daughters, Lord and Lady Carlifle, and Lady Mary 
 Howard, and Lord and Lady Ellefmere. Ed,]
 
 NuNF.HAM Park. 17 
 
 Or in fequeftered lliade woo not in vain 
 
 The facred Mufe, if haply fhe may deign 
 
 To vifit yet her once-loved haunts again. 
 
 But now thrice blcft thy halls ; while Youth and Age, 
 
 Thy guefts, blend fportive mirth with counfels fage ; 
 
 Here Reafon's guidance fure the mind informs, 
 
 And mild Religion's ray the fpirit warms ; 
 
 Here nobleft gifts of Genius we admire, 
 
 The Statefman's prudence, and the Poet's fire ; 
 
 See love unfading wedded hearts unite. 
 
 See woman ftied around her magic light. 
 
 And breathing tendcrnefs and peace divine, 
 
 DifFufe new life where'er her funbeams fhine ! 
 
 See this fair Triad, with pure virgin grace. 
 
 And angel-fmile on each fweet-blooming face ; 
 
 Kind miniftering fpirits, bright as morn. 
 
 Sent this dim world to lighten and adorn, 
 
 To kindle afpirations more intcnfe. 
 
 Exalt each feeling, and refine each fcnfe ; 
 
 See them with warm aftcction's look and voice. 
 
 The breads of parents, kindred, friends, rejoice ! 
 
 Next mark thofe forms fcarce bent by weight of years. 
 
 Whom Friendfhip's long-proved conftancy endears, 
 
 Rcpofing calmlv e'er their journey's end. 
 
 As to their heavenly red their thoughts afccnd :
 
 i8 NuNEHAM Park. 
 
 Sincere and pious, bountiful and juft, 
 
 Still on their Saviour leaning all their truft ; 
 
 Recalling mercies paft with praifes due, 
 
 While chaften'd Hope gives pleafures ever new ; 
 
 Their native energy of foul the fame. 
 
 Where, purged from mift, yet clearer burns the flame ; 
 
 The heart by time unchill'd, undimm'd the eye. 
 
 With zeal ftill bright'ning as the goal draws nigh. 
 
 Thus to obedient Faith God's boundlefs love 
 
 Makes earth the threftiold of His courts above. 
 
 And gilds alike the dawn and clofe of day. 
 
 To glad our fteps, and cheer our arduous way. 
 
 E. V. H.
 
 19 
 
 THE CICALA TO THE PEASANTS. 
 
 FROM THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY. 
 
 OH tear not thus, relentlefs fwains, your prey 
 The lone Cicala from her dew^ ^pray, 
 The Dr)^ad's wayfide nightingale, whofe tune 
 Soothes hills and groves beneath the burning noon. 
 Uninjured lo ! the thrufh, the blackbird feed, 
 And many a fparrow thieves the fcatter'd feed. 
 Go, the wing'd plunderers of the field purfue. 
 But grudge not me my leaves and liquid dew. 
 
 H. H. M.
 
 20 
 
 TO AN UNKNOWN LADY SINGING 
 
 IN THE NEXT ROOM AT 
 
 AN HOTEL. 
 
 SING on, fing on, your voice is filling 
 The air with mufic — every tone 
 Inftinct vv^ith life and thought— and thrilling 
 With power, with palTion, all your own : 
 
 One time, a tale of forrow telling. 
 
 It finks and foftens to a figh ; 
 
 Then, trumpet-like and proudly fwelling, 
 
 It founds the conqueror's battle cry. 
 
 We think we fee the war-horfe dafhing 
 With bloodftained rider o'er the plain ; 
 The ferried line — the deathfliot flafhing — 
 And liften for the fhriek of pain. 
 
 Yet hardly have we dwelt, deploring 
 And faddened on this fcene of fear — 
 Tis gone, and here's the lover pouring 
 His murmuring vows in beauty's ear.
 
 To AN UNKNOWN LaDY. 2 1 
 
 Oh, oft I've heard without believing, 
 That men have hung with bated breath, 
 Whilft tempters, whom they knew deceiving. 
 Were flowly fmging them to death ; 
 
 But well might they be lured to ruin, . 
 Within the hour you've taught me how : 
 The Sirens did what vou are doing. 
 They fang as you arc Tinging now. 
 
 A. H.
 
 22 
 
 THE VALLEY OF YEARS. 
 
 '^TT^IS fweet in the Valley of Years 
 
 -i- To look back to the turbulent paft, 
 To refle6t on our follies and cares, 
 And to feel that there's peace at the laft. 
 
 Can the fun, when he wakens the day. 
 And illumines earth, ocean, and heaven. 
 Shed a charm like the laft parting ray. 
 When it beams thro' the foft tints of even ? 
 
 The Spring has her fmiles and her tears. 
 Her funfhine o'erclouded with fhowers. 
 And the bright glow of Summer appears. 
 But to fcorch up and wither her flowers : 
 
 But Autumn, fweet Autumn ! returns. 
 The laughing earth pours forth her fpoils ; 
 And man in his peaceful home earns 
 The welcome reward of his toils.
 
 The Valley of Years. 23 
 
 And who when the voyage of life, 
 With its tempefts, {hall draw to a clofe, 
 Would resret all the turmoil and ilrife 
 In the haven of peace and repofe. 
 
 F. M. 
 
 IRELAND. 
 
 HERE through the Summer's noon-tide hour 
 Mildly the funbeams play ; 
 Here the ice-reign of winter's power 
 Scarce lafts beyond a day. 
 
 But ftill her foil is moiftened kept 
 
 With tear-drops from on high i 
 As if the pitying Angels wept 
 
 Over her deftiny. 
 
 A. S. O'li.
 
 24 
 
 ON THE RIGHT HON. THOMAS 
 GRENVILLE. 
 
 SICUI vivida vis animi, morumque benigna 
 Simplicitas facili cum gravitate placet ; 
 Ingenium fiquem excultum, et facundia dulcis 
 
 Mufarum antiquis fontibus haufta, juvat ; 
 Sicui Juftitia, et placida Sapientia mente, 
 
 Aut Pietas curae eft, et fine labe Fides ; 
 Nee lacrymis dignis, longo nee honore earebis, 
 
 Semper flende tuis, Temper amande, Senex ! 
 Ssepius ex oeulis ablati occurret imago, 
 
 Quam memori demet pe£tore nulla dies ; 
 
 Te Deus emeritum fero fibi tranftulit aevo ; 
 
 Supremum lieeat dicere, care. Vale ! 
 
 E. V. H. 1847.
 
 25 
 
 LOVE. 
 
 SAY, what is Love ? — a reftlefs thing 
 That ceafeth not from wandering — 
 Impetuous, hot, and volatile, 
 That fcorns to weep, vet fears to fmile — 
 That breathes in fonnets, feeds on fighs — 
 Is this the Love w^hich women prize ? 
 Perchance — and yet, methinks there is 
 A Love more deep, more true than this ; 
 A thought intenfe, yet fcarce defined, 
 The hidden fympathy of mind : 
 A feeling that is felt alone 
 For her^ the fole beloved one : 
 An infpiration that would raife 
 Our fouls to win and wear her praife 
 Whofe inmoft wifhcs by fome fpell 
 Of magic power we know fo well. 
 It is a fun, that fheds its rays 
 To warm and beautify our days : 
 It is a moon, whofe foftened light 
 Gives luftre to our deepcft night : 
 It is a ftar, that guides us on, 
 
 And bids us hope when all but hope is gone. 
 
 c;. E. H. \' 
 
 D
 
 26 
 
 IMAGINATION. 
 
 IMAGINATION ! glorious gift 
 To man in mercy given, 
 From earthborn woes his eyes to lift — 
 A Vifta into Heaven : 
 
 Swift as the lightning's courfe fhe fpeeds her way. 
 And revels in the light of endlefs day. 
 
 Oh ! 'tis a bright, a glorious thing 
 In worlds of thought to dwell ; 
 To burft the chain, aloft to fpring 
 Borne on by Fancy's fpell : 
 Piercing the fun as with an eagle's eye, 
 Breathing the air of Immortality ! 
 
 Say — haft thou flood on mountain brow 
 
 When all above was bright, 
 
 And feen the gatliering clouds below 
 
 Conceal the world from fight ? 
 
 Unharmed 'mid fcenes of tumult gazing down 
 
 Haft flood unfcathed before the tempeft's frown ?
 
 Imagination. 27 
 
 *Tis thus with him whofc fpirit fbars 
 
 To brighter worlds of dreams, 
 
 He leaves thefe cold ungenial (horcs, 
 
 To bafk in funlight's beams ; 
 
 Unheeded 'neath his feet fierce tempefts roll, 
 
 His path is Light — the funfhine of the Soul. 
 
 E. M. I.
 
 28 
 
 TO ON A REPORT THAT SHE 
 
 HAD BEEN FLIRTING WITH 
 ANOTHER. 
 
 THANKS, thanks for your kind ready promife 
 That filly report to difprove ; 
 A6t thus, and fate cannot take from us 
 The fweeteft enjoyment in love. — 
 
 The convi6lion, the faith, high and holy. 
 Which through years of endurance lives on, 
 That, unfhaken by w^eaknefs or folly. 
 Our fpirits are blended in one. — 
 
 That there's nothing for either to fmother 
 With a figh, or conceal with a fmile — 
 That, w^henever one fuffers, the other 
 Will haften the pang to beguile. — 
 
 How lovely you looked, as you pouted 
 And afked with your beautiful eyes, 
 If a being like you fhould be doubted. 
 Or bound down by common-place ties : —
 
 To A Lady. 29 
 
 And indeed I'd ne'er dream of controllijig 
 Your movements, fo graceful and free, 
 But the woman I treafure my foul in 
 Is like a (hrined idol to me : — 
 
 The crowd from afar muft adore her, 
 
 No ftep near the altar may tread ; 
 
 Nothing light or profane muft breathe o'er her ; 
 
 Or the charm of the worfhip is dead. 
 
 A. H.
 
 3° 
 
 A FEW THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY 
 
 THE PROSPECTS OF THE 
 YEAR 1847. 
 
 I. 
 
 ALMIGHTY God ! whofe tender cares embrace 
 With parent love, from Thy ftupendous 
 throne, 
 -The fmalleft atom in the boundlefs fpace 
 Of worlds difcover'd, and of worlds unknown. 
 Oh that Thy creatures would fmcerely prize 
 The bright example, which fuch love fupplies ! 
 
 II. 
 
 No longer then, within a Chriftian land, 
 Where men their faith and piety proclaim, 
 Would they by law or cuftom rudely brand 
 The name of poverty, with penal (hame ; 
 Or in their hearts pervert with rare deceit. 
 The facrcd precepts, which their lips repeat.
 
 The Prospects of the year 1847. 31 
 
 III. 
 
 Then, patient virtue ftruggling in the (hade, 
 Might timely aid, and foft'ring kindnefs find, 
 And merit in its humbleft garb array'd. 
 Receive protection from each kindred mind ; 
 While graceful Charity, unfought, would grant 
 Not alms alone — but fympathy to w^ant. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Alas ! a cold and calculating age 
 
 Subdues each nobler impulfe of the foul, 
 
 Mean, felfifh views, the hearts of men engage, 
 
 Ufurp their judgments, and their hopes control — 
 
 In one corrupt purfuit, all madly ftrive 
 
 To worftiip Wealth — for this, alone they live. 
 
 v. 
 
 On high, above all rivalry, they raife 
 Their glitt'ring idol, with unholy zeal, 
 Bcwildcr'd crowds unite in fawning praife. 
 And proftratc, in dcbafing homage kneel. 
 The young, the aged, their offerings colle£t 
 Of honour, feeling, truth and felf-refpc<St.
 
 32 A FEW Thoughts suggested by 
 
 VI. 
 
 What though around, unnumber'd temples rear 
 
 Their grateful fpires to Heav'n's eternal throne, 
 
 Will man, whofe lips the Deity revere. 
 
 Within his heart, a pure allegiance own ? 
 
 Ah no ! his thoughts by Wealth's allurements preft, 
 
 New readings of the Decalogue fuggeft. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Is there one foul abufe, howe'er impure, 
 That Gold cannot embellifh or fupport ? 
 What barrier can the loftieft rank fecure, 
 Should Gold admiflion or alliance court ? 
 Not one. — For wealth, where'er its aim extends, 
 AfTaults with vigour, and with fkill defends. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 By its temptations roufed, the flumb'ring fires 
 Of wit and genius, more intenfely glow. 
 The arts of Beauty, kindling new defires, 
 Frefh charms unfold, and brighter fmiles beftow — 
 Birth, ftation, learning, prejudice and pride. 
 To Wealth precedence yield, their chofen guide.
 
 The Prospects of the Year 1847. 33 
 
 IX. 
 
 Oh Great Creator ! when in olden time, 
 In Ifrael's land, by Thy dread power luftain'd, 
 The fickle people of that favour'd clime 
 Defil'd Thy altars, and Thy name profan'd, 
 Tho' long deferr'd Thy fearching wrath o'ertook 
 The guilty nation, who their God forfook. 
 
 X. 
 
 And can we then with confidence expedt 
 That God will now His chaftifement forbear. 
 Can we atone for ages of negle£t 
 By cafual penitence, and formal prayer ? 
 Oh fatal torpor ! what demoniack fpell 
 Can thus to ruin reas'ning fouls impel ! 
 
 XI. 
 
 Aroufe ye mortals, from your dreams awake — 
 
 With works of fervent worth, your pray'rs fullain, 
 
 By wholefome facrifice, atonement make. 
 
 And caft thereon the baneful lull of gain ; 
 
 To Heaven — to man — with humble firmnefs prove 
 
 Your truft in God, by univerfal love. 
 
 R. B.
 
 34 
 
 EPILOGUE TO SHERIDAN'S PLAY OF 
 " ST. PATRICK'S DAY." 
 
 ACTED AT BESBOROUGH, NOV. lOth, 1846. 
 
 YET ftop — one moment — ere the curtain fall 
 Let one declare the fentiments of all. 
 Firft let the very plaineft phrafe exprefs 
 Our fenfe of your indulgent kindlinefs ; 
 Tell you, we feared it would go ofF ftill worfe, 
 For not together could we once rehearfe : 
 'Twas only yefterday we chofe the play, 
 Our ladies have been hunting all to-day ; 
 And we have trufted for the parts we bore. 
 To fancy fomething — to the prompter more. 
 
 Thus, to atone for all our imperfections, 
 We refted on your friendly predile6lions ; 
 We knew that Irifti fpirits forward ran » 
 
 To greet the genial name of " Sheridan ;" 
 That memories of your former revels here 
 Might to your mind this theatre endear ; 
 And we determined, at whatever coft. 
 That this occafion fhould not all be loft. 
 
 Once more to thefe his dear anceftral halls 
 The lord returns and friends about him calls :
 
 Epilogue. 35 
 
 Not to his own alone — to many homes 
 
 By him made happ\', his glad prefcnce comes, 
 
 And he revifits thefc familiar fcenes 
 
 Ever his country's fervant, now his Queen's ! 
 
 Happy the ruler whofe benignant hand 
 Can " fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land" — 
 Can raife mankind from competence to wealth, 
 And give frefh a6tion to a nation's health : 
 But not lefs honoured, though lefs happy, he. 
 Who dares in fterner hours, the ftatefman be ; 
 Can choofe the leafl: amid furrounding ills. 
 Can turn to fome great end oppofing wills. 
 Can every diftant ray of hope difclofe, 
 Juft to his friends and generous to his foes ; 
 And earn, however circumftance may fall, 
 Aflent from many, and refpe6t from all ! 
 
 So have we fimply aimed to celebrate 
 Your viceroy's advent to his dear eftate ; 
 And, for, the time wc had, have done our beft. 
 With eafy gaiety and fome natural zcft ; 
 But, ere the lateft moments glide away. 
 Of this " St. Martin's " and " St. Patrick's Day," 
 Give, in kind favour to our humble fcene, 
 Three cheers for Ireland— Befborough— and the 
 
 C^uecn ! R. M. M.
 
 36 
 
 LINES ON LEAVING SCOTLAND. 
 
 STERN parent of the brave and free, 
 Nurfe of pure-minded pietv, 
 Land of the mountain and the flood, 
 Dark pine and filv'ry birchen wood ! 
 Land of the purple heather's bloom, 
 And graceful fern's light-waving plume ! 
 While autumn gilds thy leafy glades. 
 And dyes with crimfon tints thy fhades. 
 Thee, Caledonia, thee I grieve 
 With fondly ling'ring fteps to leave, 
 Relu6lant turn from thy bright fkies, 
 And thy fair daughters' brighter eyes. 
 Yet not in vain thy hills I've trod, 
 If e'er they raifed my thoughts to God ; 
 And not in vain thy fkies admired 
 If they a purer light infpired ; 
 Nor yet in vain thy daughters loved, 
 If heav'nward guiding ftars they've proved : 
 Then, Scotia, though I fay. Farewell, 
 Thou in my heart fhalt ever dwell. 
 
 Oa. 15, 1842. E. V. H.
 
 37 
 
 TO A DISCARDED BOUQUET. 
 
 THOUGH your miftrefs has flung you away, 
 And moft of your frefhnefs is flown, 
 ril prolong your exiftence a day, 
 For your fate is a type of my own. 
 
 Yet why make you live on ? — miftaken 
 Such kindnefs, I own with a figh — 
 The thins fhe has worn and forfaken 
 
 Has nothino; to do but to die. 
 
 A. H.
 
 38 
 
 FAITH TAUGHT BY ADVERSITY. 
 
 FLOWERS have bloomed and pined and perifhed, 
 Hearts have bounded and have broken ! 
 Still the gift of Love is cheriflied, 
 Still the words of hope are fpoken. 
 
 Only to fadelefs flow^ers above 
 
 (While v^^inters here blight heart and bower) 
 
 Do we deny the faith we wove 
 
 Round fummer love, and fummer flower. 
 
 But if our fairefl: flower of earth 
 Should from our hearts by Death be riven ; 
 Then muft we learn the Future's worth, 
 If ftill we truft, we truft in heaven. 
 
 w. w.
 
 39 
 
 EPILOGUE TO COLxMAN'S FARCE OF 
 " THE DEUCE IS IN HIM" 
 
 ACTED AT SOME PRIVATE THEATRICALS ON THE 
 EVE OF THE NEW YEAR 1846. 
 
 CHARACTERS. 
 
 Colonel Tamper. Emily. 
 
 Major Belford. Ifabel. 
 
 Dr. Prattle. Florival. 
 
 B. A /fY deareft Emily ! E. My deareft Bell ! 
 jL-tX B. How fad you look— I fear you are not 
 E. Ah me, indeed I've reafon to be fad — [well. 
 Thefe odious politics will drive me mad ; 
 The men grow ftupid — Railways and the Nation 
 Arc the fole topics of their converfation : 
 They talk of narrow gauges — and Tahiti — 
 Of Mr. Hudfon — and the Chinefe Treaty ; 
 And then, as if to give the thing a zeft, 
 They prate of Polkamania in the weft : 
 Now bad potatoes, imports, fcarce provifion — 
 Cobdcn and Bright, and Corn Laws abolition —
 
 40 Epilogue to Colman's Farce 
 
 B. Well, Corn makes Bread, and Bread's the ftaft" 
 ofllfe- 
 
 E. What's that to me, a newly wedded wife ; 
 I almoft wifh I never had been born 
 If I'm to live, and g&tfo fick of corn. 
 'Twas but the other day that odious Prattle 
 Came in with his eternal tittle tattle. 
 Told us the Minifters had had a tuffle, 
 The Duke of Wellington, and Lord John Ruflell : 
 One fide was in, he faid, the other out. 
 He knew not which, nor what it was about. 
 One thing was fure — Immediate DifTolution ! 
 Since then our comfort has been all confufion ; 
 Since then no peace I've known, (for you remember 
 That Colonel Tamper is the County Member) 
 And tho' on me I think, I'm fure he dotes, 
 He fays he muft go canvafling for votes ; 
 So here I fit, while he, my heart's fole Lord, 
 Leaves me alone, moft miferably bored. 
 
 B. Cheer up, my dear, fuch forrows foon will end : 
 And fee — here comes the Colonel and his Friend. 
 
 Enter Tamper and Belfortj fomewhat dtfordered. 
 
 B. Ladies, I've brought your Tiger to his cage, 
 He can't help laughing, tho' he's choked with rage ;
 
 OF " The Deuce is in Him." 41 
 
 I beg vour pardon — I forgot the plight 
 
 111 which you fee us may have given you fright ; 
 
 Rut Tamper will explain — Stay, who comes here — 
 
 Enter Florival in hajie. 
 
 F. Where is my Belford — where my hufband dear ? 
 I've come in hafte — they told me you were hurt. 
 
 B. No deareft, only fpattered with fome dirt ; 
 Then calm yourfclf, and now let Tamper tell 
 How like brave foldiers we both fought and fell. 
 
 T. This very day my chief conftituents all 
 Agreed to meet me at the County Hall ; 
 They wifhed to know, (while ftill I was in hand), 
 Upon what principles I meant to Itand ; 
 They afked for my opinions in detail 
 As to "Free trade," "Fixedduties," and the "Scale:" 
 Said, if I wifhed to gain my next eledlion. 
 My motto muft be " Tamper and Protection." 
 I then harangued them — told them we muft feel 
 Deeply indebted to Sir Robert Peel — 
 (Hifles and cheers) that he had raifed the nation 
 To a high pitch of (groans and approbation) 
 Glory and credit — (murmurs and applaufe) 
 That he had given us well digcftcd laws, 
 
 F
 
 42 Epilogue to Colman's Farce 
 
 That he alone — but here a fudden (bout 
 Difturbed my eloquence, for from without 
 In rufhed a mob, and on their fhoulders high 
 Borne on in triumph Prattle met my eye. 
 
 E. What, Dr. Prattle ? impudent invader ! 
 
 T. Juft fo — turned out a regular Free trader. 
 The chattering coxcomb bowed with might and main, 
 Then took his hat off and then bowed again : 
 Naught could he fay, but ftill he fcraped and bowed. 
 While we — B. Got puflied and joftled in the crowd. 
 
 T. Oh ! had you heard the ragged ruffians fhout. 
 And feen the eggs all rotten fly about. 
 
 B. My coat was nearly torn to rags — T. And I 
 Received a Ripftone Pippin in my eye ; 
 But here comes Prattle, mighty cool I vow 
 In him to dare to crofs the threfhold now. 
 
 Enter Prattle dirty and in difordcr. 
 
 P. Ladies and Gentlemen, you feem furprifed 
 To fee me thus in mud and rags difguifed ; 
 Me, who fo late the people's idol feem'd, 
 Me, whom the chofen of the mob you deemed, 
 Whofe every nod brought thunders of applaufe. 
 From twice two hundred pair of unwafhed paws.
 
 OF " The Deuce is in Him/' 4J 
 
 T. I mart confefs that Fortune does feem fickle 
 To put a favourite in fuch a pickle. 
 
 P. Fortune indeed ! — my hopes have had thisfmafh 
 From want of fortune — that is — want of cafli. 
 Thofe bellowing knaves — they (houted but for gold, 
 Each of thofe dirtv fifts — was bought and fold. 
 But ah ! not paid for — fo (it makes me ftiiver 
 To tell the tale) they ducked me in the river. 
 Since, then, my fpirits have met fuch a damper. 
 Farewell Ambition, farewell Colonel Tamper ; 
 To you I'll leave the glories of M, P. 
 I'll ftick to calomel and fenna tea. 
 
 T. So end our cares — henceforth no more I'll roam. 
 But fondlv cherifh earth's beft blefling, home. 
 
 Our taflc is o'er, and you will not refufe 
 To applaud our humble efforts to amufe ; 
 Deem them a tribute to the good old year. 
 That now hath well nigh run its fet career ; 
 And, with no recklefs nor unfeemly mirth, 
 A welcome to the coming New Year's birth. 
 
 G. E. H. \'.
 
 44 
 
 STILLING THE STORM. 
 
 THE night was dark, the little bark 
 Was tofling to and fro ; 
 And through the fail the ftormy gale 
 Howled like a favage foe. 
 
 From blacken'd cloud the thunder loud 
 Boomed o'er the quaking wave, 
 
 While the forked light of the leven bright 
 The heavens afunder clave. 
 
 In that trembling crew, one only knew 
 
 The blifs of calm repofe ; 
 The breathing deep of His peaceful fleep 
 
 Nor fear nor trouble fhows. 
 
 The feamen appalled with terror called 
 And roufed him with their cry ; 
 
 " Why fleep'ft thou ftill, the boat will fill, 
 Lord, help us, or we die ! "
 
 Stilling the Storm. 45 
 
 He heard the blaft nifli fhrieking paft, 
 
 He heard the thunder crafli, 
 He felt each fhock make the veiTel rock, 
 
 He was wet with the waters' fplafti : 
 
 But he felt no alarm, his brow was calm 
 
 As though on land he trod ; 
 For well he knew, each wind that blew 
 
 Would own Him for their God. 
 
 Yet fuch a night of wild affright 
 Was never known before, 
 
 And rio-htlv then thofe trcmblins; men 
 Might deem their life-time o'er. 
 
 s 
 
 The young turn pale, and the old hearts quail. 
 And the braveft ftays his breath, — 
 
 — Yet wherefore fear, fincc Chrift is here, 
 Oh ye of little faith ! 
 
 The tempcft dies as loud he cries 
 
 " Ye waters, peace, be ftill !" 
 Each wave's high creft has funk to reft 
 
 Obedient at His will.
 
 46 Stilling the Storm. 
 
 The wond'ring crew the marvel view, 
 " What man is this," they fay, 
 
 " Who can afluage the tempeft's rage, 
 Who fpeaks and winds obey ! " 
 
 J. L. B.
 
 47 
 
 JOHN THE BAPTIST. 
 
 CHILD of prophetic birth, 
 Thou Heavenly Star ! 
 Whofe dawnino; on the Earth 
 
 Chafed from afar 
 The gather'd clouds of darknefs and dcfpair : 
 We hail thy vifion bright, 
 
 Thy ray fo pure 
 Was of the Eternal light 
 The Herald fure. 
 For Thou didft lead to Penitence and Prayer. 
 
 By Thee were Sinners won. 
 
 With eager gaze 
 To watch the rifina Sun, 
 
 Whofe matchlefs rays 
 Alone could perfed health and life impart. 
 
 Thou bid'ft them weep 
 Thofe fruitful tears, 
 
 Which had in fatal fleep 
 Been dried for years, 
 liut now flow'd freely from each Mourner's heart.
 
 48 John the Baptist. 
 
 From Covetous defire, 
 
 From Pleafure's thrall, 
 From Paffion's wildering fire 
 
 Thou refcuedft all : 
 Still was Thy quick'ning word " Repent and Pray :" 
 
 But Thou couldft not impart 
 The vital breath, 
 
 Which heals the broken heart, 
 Gives Life for Death : 
 Thou hid'ft thy beams before the Eternal Day. 
 
 F. B.
 
 49 
 
 ENGLAND. 
 
 SOME covet a land of fofter fkies 
 AVhere the Spring is ever new, 
 Where the earth is frefh with unfading dyes, 
 
 And Heav'n with a cloudlefs blue. 
 There are climes where balmier gales may blow. 
 
 And a brighter Sun may (hine ; 
 But none I ween that the world can (how 
 So dear unto me as mine ! 
 
 Imperial Rome ! what thou haft been 
 
 None other may be again ; 
 Thy hiftory's one triumphal fcene 
 
 Where nations fwelled the train ! 
 'Twas a glorious right to claim a fhare 
 
 In that proud fpot of earth, 
 When every meaneft free-man there 
 
 Was half a king by birth ! 
 
 And thou — whofe fons like a veftal fire 
 Glow'd with perpetual thought — 
 
 c;
 
 50 England. 
 
 The land where Homer (wept the lyre, 
 
 And Archimedes taught : 
 When thefe bright vifions of buried days 
 
 Rife up at the mind's command, 
 On them with a wond'ring awe I gaze. 
 
 But I love my native land ! 
 
 Though dull our fkies, and a wintry night 
 
 Shares half the ungenial year. 
 What funnier fpot has eyes as bright 
 
 As thofe that are fparkling here ! 
 Though bleak our winds, they fpread to the breeze 
 
 A flag that was never furl'd 
 Till its folds had ruftled o'er all the feas 
 
 That are rolling around the world ! 
 
 In the bracing clime we boaft, there grows 
 
 A loftier height of mind ; 
 While every northern gale that blows 
 
 Is laden with health behind. 
 And in our free and tumbling waves 
 
 Is a type of our nature feen. 
 For rather than rule o'er a land of flaves 
 
 We'd kneel to a free-man's Queen ! 
 
 p. s.
 
 51 
 
 THE SINNER'S FAREWELL. 
 
 DRAW nearer to iny couch, dear love, 
 Let none remain but thee ; 
 We may not brook that man fhould look 
 On our Farewell's agony ! 
 
 It muft be brief — for this fad heart 
 
 Muft foon forget to feel ; 
 And the firfl: (hades of the darkfome vale 
 
 Athwart my vifion fteal. 
 
 Draw nearer yet — on thy cold cheek 
 
 Pillow my burning brow, 
 It was my Heaven in bygone days, — 
 
 I would not leave it now. 
 
 All through my weary ficknefs 
 1 have marked thy loving guile ; 
 
 Left I fhould grieve, thou ftill haft feigned 
 (Though hope had fled) — to fmile.
 
 52 The Sinner's Farewell. 
 
 But in the long dark nights of pain, 
 
 When they thought that I was fleeping, 
 
 I heard the fobs that rent thy heart, 
 I faw thy lonely weeping. 
 
 I could not check it, for, alas ! 
 
 It were but mockery 
 If that comfort vain which others preach 
 
 My lips fhould fpeak to thee. 
 
 Think not of me, I fhall not reck 
 
 How they accufe the dead ; 
 Their taunts will hardly reach the home 
 
 Where I fhall foon be laid. 
 
 But on thee^ the Tempeft will come down, 
 There's a brand on thy fair brow. 
 
 That dooms thee to the cold world's fcorn,- 
 And who will fhield thee now ? 
 
 / may not be where I have been. 
 To foothe each darkfome hour ; 
 
 Till memories of the paft were reft 
 Of half their vengeful power.
 
 The Sinner's Farewell. 53 
 
 Woe, woe, for thee ! thou can it not know 
 
 How thy fpirit will be tried, 
 For Woman knows not mercy 
 
 To her Sifter's fallen pride. 
 
 How dearly welcome would be death 
 
 To calm this feverifh breaft, 
 Didft thou not with thy forrows rife 
 
 Betwixt me and my reft:. 
 
 I dream, too late, what cloudlefs hours 
 
 Of joyance had been thine, 
 Hadft thou not left thine own britjht lot 
 
 To dine to me and mine. 
 
 & 
 
 Yes, life hath been a thorny path 
 
 I would not tread again ; 
 Yet thy love ftill binds me down to earth. 
 
 And I cannot break that chain. 
 
 Oh ! the bittereft: drop in death's dark cup 
 
 Is that I may not know 
 If our love may live beyond the grave, 
 
 In the world where I muft go.
 
 54 The Sinner's Farewell. 
 
 Yet hope — a dying man's remorfe 
 
 For me may pardon win, 
 And He, who loved the Magdalene, 
 
 Shew mercy to thy Sin. 
 
 Draw clofer yet, for the clouds that gloom 
 
 So fall on my glazing fight 
 That even thy face I may not fee. 
 
 Roll from no earthly night. 
 
 Oh ! dear in life, in death how dear 
 This weak tongue may not tell. 
 
 Have I not prayed, thus, thus to die — 
 Beloved — Fare thee well ! 
 
 G. A. c. L.
 
 55 
 
 TO 
 
 FORGIVE thefe lines — their ling'ring ftrain 
 May outlive words more lightly fpolcen ; 
 Be they a link in memory's chain, 
 Perchance unvalued — yet unbroken ! 
 
 Dejedled, hopelefs, doomed to feel 
 
 Untimely ficknefs, early forrow, 
 
 Forgive me if I fain would fteal 
 
 Kind thoughts from thee to gild the morrow. 
 
 Or if returning Spring no more 
 For me (hall chafe this dark December, 
 If life's brief fpace fhall foon be o'er — 
 Then keep thefe lines, and ftill remember ! 
 
 • Dec. i8+s. J- L. 13.
 
 56 
 
 PROLOGUE. 
 
 Spoken at the Amateur Performance in behalf of the 
 dijireffed Irijh and Scotch^ April 29, and May 13, 
 1847. 
 
 IF the pale Mufe, by whofe heart-ftirring power 
 Terror and Pity rule their varied hour, 
 Could blend together, on one fwelling ftage. 
 The gathered woes of each dramatic age ; — 
 Each awful thrill great Siddons bade us feel, — 
 Each tear that flowed unbid o'er foft O'Neill, — 
 How flight the pangs that wait on Fi6lion's call ! 
 Our dread realities efface them all. 
 
 Yes, leave with me the Drama's feftive pile ; 
 Life's fl:ernefl: contrafl:s mufl: be viewed awhile ; 
 Come, all in gay or captious mood who fit 
 In thofe bright Boxes — in that focial pit — 
 Come, where the furges break with fullen roar 
 On Kerry's Cliff, or Connemara's fhore — 
 Come, where with ceafelefs plaint the wild fea-gull 
 Floats o'er deep-caverned Skye, or ftorm-beat Mull ;
 
 Prologue. 57 
 
 Pais o'er bleak moor and unfrequented hill, 
 
 Paufe — on yon unroofed cabin's noifelefs fill : 
 
 See on the rotting ftraw the proftrate Man, 
 
 Prop of his home, or champion of his clan ; 
 
 The fever dims his eye and draws his cheek : 
 
 His children moan — they have not ftrength to (hriek, 
 
 \Vhile the unmurmuring wife, who with him bore 
 
 The long privations of their failing ftore, 
 
 With her uncoffin'd infant at her fide, 
 
 Has wafted near him, bleft him, kill''d — and died. 
 
 Seek one more roof — I tell the naked truth — 
 The wife has loft the hufband of her youth ; 
 Three blooming boys befide their father fleep, 
 Where the fcantfodsfcarce hideeach mouldering heap : 
 She fees her laft remaining flow'ret fade, 
 Her withered hands no more can grafp the fpade ; 
 And flie has tottered lonely forth, to crave 
 Alms — not for bread — but for her offspring's grave. 
 
 We do not bid you wear a brow of gloom, 
 Or don the fable trappings of the tomb : 
 In meek contrition to the Power Divine, 
 Britain of late has knelt at every Oiiine ; 
 
 H
 
 58 Prologue. 
 
 From every rank the generous aid has flown, 
 And caught its earlieft impulfe from the Throne : 
 Nor paufes here — but lands and oceans o'er 
 Wafts the blefl: freight from far Columbia's (hore. 
 Then let the fpirit's pulfes ftill beat free 
 For lettered mufmg, or for blamelefs glee ; 
 But, while ye tafte each bounteous gift of Heaven, 
 Give — and give much — and much to you be given. 
 
 M.
 
 59 
 
 TO THE SPIRIT OF MINSFRELSY. 
 
 « 
 
 MINSTREL Spirit! if again 
 Mortal art may wake thy ftrain, 
 If forgiving though neglected, 
 Not rejeiling though rejedled, 
 Thou wilt deign once more to cheer 
 Drooping hearts, thy wonted fphere ; 
 Scourge of evil ! potent fpell 
 Luft to conquer, rage to quell, 
 Holieft minifter of good, 
 Roufe thcc from thy fallen mood ! — 
 
 Time hath been when minftrel fkill 
 Healed a nation's deepeft ill. 
 Bade the patriot's ardour flow, 
 Sooth'd the mourner's frantic woe. 
 Boldly checked the tyrant's might. 
 Boldly claimed the poor man's right, 
 Smooth'd the old man's brow of care, 
 Bade the youthful warrior dare, 
 Taught to honed hearts and true 
 Joys that Monarchs never knew,
 
 6o To THE Spirit of Minstrelsy. 
 
 Treafures by the rich unbought, 
 Wifdom by the wife untaught, 
 Hopes to cheer the hardeft lot. 
 Love to blefs the humbleft cot. 
 Mirth — that leaves no after fhame, 
 Pleafure — v^^orthy of the name. 
 Friends remembered, foes forgiven, 
 Earth enjoyed, and vv^ifhed for heaven ! — 
 
 Time hath been, and time fhall be 
 When mankind fhall learn of thee, 
 Learn to love, and learn to live. 
 Kindly take and freely give ; 
 Learn to fpurn and caft afide 
 Envious malice, bigot pride, 
 Sordid cares, that true love fmother, 
 Selfiih joys, that pain another. 
 Mirth, that wounds the mourner's fadnefs. 
 Tears, that mar the fmiles of gladnefs. 
 All the needlefs woes that man 
 Forces into life's brief fpan. 
 All the fears that fhould not frighten. 
 All the hopes that fhould not brighten : 
 — Minftrel Spirit, thine the fpell ! 
 Ours to learn and ufe it well ! 
 
 J. L. B.
 
 6i 
 
 APRIL WEATHER. 
 
 I LOVE to fee an April fky 
 Difplay each tint of changing weather ; 
 Now black, now blue's alternate dye, 
 While rain and fun-fhine go together. 
 
 But as, when clouds are fled, we gaze 
 
 On nature's renovated form, 
 She feems to wear a brighter blaze. 
 
 As if exulting o'er the ftorin. 
 
 'Tis thus on Julia's lovely brow 
 A palfing cloud of grief repofes, 
 
 Or fome few falling tears, as now. 
 
 Reft on her bright cheeks' native rofes. 
 
 But when black ftorms no longer lower. 
 Who at thofe tears would e'er repine ? — 
 
 How fwcctly after fuch a fliowcr 
 
 The rain-bow of her fmilcs would fliinc ! 
 
 P. s.
 
 62 
 
 EPILOGUE. 
 
 Written by Lady Dufferin and fpoken at the Amateur 
 Performance in aid of the dijireffed Scotch and 
 Irijh^ at the St. fames' Theatre^ April 29, and 
 May 13, 1847. 
 
 " T~^RIENDS ! for fuch are ye who have played 
 
 JL friends' parts, 
 
 " Whofe hands have given kind earneft for your 
 
 hearts, 
 " Fain would I thank ye in their name, whofe grief 
 " Needs but to afk, and to obtain relief; 
 " Who hailed ye brothers by the bond of woe, 
 " And found no Englifli heart that anfwered — ' No.' 
 
 " But fad thoughts lie behind thofe grateful words, 
 " And my hand fhrinks from fuch deep founding 
 
 chords, 
 " Left I ftiould pafs the limits of my part 
 " (To roufe the feelings, not to wring the heart).
 
 Epilogue. 63 
 
 " I would remind yc, that thefe hours of pleafure 
 
 " Are not (o wholly loft, as fome you meafure ; 
 
 " That kindly purpofes, and motives right 
 
 " Hallow thofe moments of, elfe vain, delight ; 
 
 " And pleafure's garlands, when their bloom is fled, 
 
 " Shall bear fweet fruits of mercy in its ftead. 
 
 " And ye, moft gentle, inexperienced eyes, 
 
 " That view real mifery with a ftrange furprife, 
 
 " That, loft in wonder as its depth appears, 
 
 " Still half incredulous, qucftion through your tears ; 
 
 " As ftars, that in appointed orbits move, 
 
 " Far oflT, yet prefent, in their light of love, 
 
 " To God's wide firmament their luftre yield, 
 
 " Yet ftied fweet influence on the peafant's field : 
 
 " So your bright prefence in thefe fcencs to-night 
 
 " On many a darkened hearth ftiall kindle light, 
 
 '■'■ Shall fall like funftiine on the untilled foil, 
 
 " Roufe the fad labourer to rewarded toil ; 
 
 " And glow like fpring on Scotland's barren {horc, 
 
 " And the wafte plains of Erin — green, no more. 
 
 " One word for us, whofc plcafaiit labours find 
 " Indulgent critics, gcncroufly blind, 
 " Who blend together, in their kind applaufc, 
 " The imperfect effort, and its worthier caufe :
 
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 " Take our beft wifhes ! — be your dreams to-night 
 " By hopeful thoughts of happier days made bright ; 
 " May no fad image on your memories dwell, 
 " But thanks and bleffings breathed in this Fare- 
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