"Oh well," says he, " you flitting with us to Jack, turn the horses' heads and home again.” John. He left his wife behind: for so I heard. James. He left her, yes. I met my lady once: John. Oh yet but I remember, ten years back As clean and white as privet when it flowers. At first like dove and dove were cat and dog. She was the daughter of a cottager Out of her sphere. What betwixt shame and pride, New things and old, himself and her, she sour'd To what she is: a nature never kind! Like men, like manners: like breeds like, they say. Kind nature is the best: those manners next That fit us like a nature second-hand; Which are indeed the manners of the great. John. But I had heard it was this bill that past, And fear of change at home, that drove him hence. Of those that want, and those that have: and still A Tory to the quick, was as a boy Lay great with pig, wallowing in sun and mud. By night we dragg'd her to the college tower And on the leads we kept her till she pigg'd. Large range As one by one we took them but for this. As never sow was higher in this world Might have been happy: but what lot is pure? We took them all, till she was left alone Upon her tower, the Niobe of swine, And so return'd unfarrow'd to her sty. John. They found you out? What know we of the secret of a man? His nerves were wrong. What ails us, who are sound, That we should mimic this raw fool the world, Which charts us all in its coarse blacks or whites, As ruthless as a baby with a worm, As cruel as a schoolboy ere he grows To Pity-more from ignorance than will. But put your best foot forward, or I fear That we shall miss the mail: and here it comes With five at top: as quaint a four-in-hand As you shall see three pyebalds and a roan. ST. SIMEON STYLITES. ALTHO' I be the basest of mankind, From scalp to sole one slough and crust of sin, Have mercy, Lord, and take away my sin. In hungers and in thirsts, fevers and cold. prayer, In coughs, aches, stitches, ulcerous throes and cramps, |