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JESSE BOURN AND COLIN GREY.
563 Prudence resolved a generous foe to prove; Come near me, Jesse-let not those below And Jesse felt a mingled fear and pain Of my reliance on your friendship know ; In her dismission of a faithful swain,
Look as they look, be in their freedoms free Gave her kind thanks, and when she saw his But all they say do you convey to me.' WO,
Here Jesse's thoughts to Colin's cottage flew, Kindly betrayed that she was loth to go; And with such speed she scarce their absence " But would she promise, if abroad she met
knew. A frowning world, she would remember yet “Jane loves her mistress, and should she Where dwelt a friend ?” “That could she not depart,
I lose her service, and she breaks her heart; And thus they parted; but each faithful heart My ways and wishes, looks and thoughts, she Felt the compulsion and refused to part,
knows, Now by the morning mail the timid maid And duteous care by close attention shows: Was to that kind and wealthy dame conveyed; But is she faithful ? in temptation strong ? Whose invitation, when her father died, Will not she wrong me? ah! I fear the wrong: Jesse as comfort to her heart applied;
Your father loved me; now, in time of need, She knew the days her generous friend had Watch for my good, and to his place succeed.
“Blood doesn't bind-that girl, who every day As wife and widow, evil days had been; Eats of my bread, would wish my life away; She married early, and for half her life I am her dear relation, and she thinks Was an insulted and forsaken wife;
To make her fortune, an ambitious minx ! Widowed and
gave, She only courts me for the prospect's sake, Mixed with reproach, the pittance of a slave; Because she knows I have a will to make; Forgetful brothers passed her, but she knew Yes, love! my will delayed, I know not howHer humbler friends, and to their home with But you are here, and I will make it now. drew;
“That idle creature, keep her in your view, The good old vicar to her sire applied
See what she does, what she desires to do; For help, and helped her when her sire denied; On her young mind may artful villains prey, When in few years death stalked through And to my plate and jewels find way; bower and hall,
A pleasant humor has the girl : her smile Sires, sons, and sons of sons, were buried all; And cheerful manner tedious hours beguile: She then abounded, and had wealth to spare But well observe her, ever near her be, For softening grief she once was doomed to Close in your thoughts, in your professions free.
Again, my Jesse, hear what I advise, Thus trained in misery's school, and taught to And watch a woman ever in disguise; feel,
Issop, that widow, serious, subtle, sly-
Yet she is one I can to all produce,
Seem then, I pray you, careless in her sight,
'Tis then the widow plans, 'tis then she tries
Indeed is vain, but you may keep a guard;
, and think what I shall Have daily prayed, a friend discreet and true;
leave.' Oh! wonder not that I on you depend,
Jesse, with fear, disgust, alarm, surprise, You are mine own hereditary friend :
Heard of these duties for her ears and eyes; Hearken, my Jesse, never can I trust
Heard by what service she must gain her bread,
And went with scorn and sorrow to her bed.
Skilled in those mean humiliating arts Of her beware; for all who live below That make their way to proud and selfish Have faults they wish not all the world to hearts;
know; By instinct taught, she felt an awe, a fear, And she is fond of listening, full of doubt, For Jessie's upright, simple character;
And stoops to guilt to find an error out. Whom with gross flattery she awhile assailed, “And now once more observe the artful maid, And then beheld with hatred when it failed ; A lying, prying, jilting, thievish jade; Yet trying still upon her mind for hold, I think, my love, you would not condescend She all the secrets of the mansion told; To call a low, illiterate girl your friend : And to invite an equal trust, she drew
But in our troubles we are apt, you know, Of every mind a bold and rapid view;
To lean on all who some compassion show; But on the widowed friend with deep disdain, And she has flexile features, acting eyes, And rancorous envy, dwelt the treacherous And seems with every look to sympathize ; : Jane:
No mirror can a mortal's grief express In vain such arts; without deceit or pride, With more precision, or can feel it less; With a just taste and feeling for her guide, That proud, mean spirit, she by fawning courts, From all contagion Jesse kept apart,
By vulgar flattery, and by vile reports; Free in her manners, guarded in her heart. And, by that proof she every instant gives
Jesse one morn was thoughtful, and her sigh | To one so mean, that yet a meaner lives. The widow heard as she was passing by;
Come, I have drawn the curtain, and you And—“Well I” she said, “is that some distant swain,
Your fellow-actors, all our company; Or aught with us, that gives your bosom pain? Should you incline to throw reserve aside, Come, we are fellow-sufferers, slaves in thrall, And in my judgment and my love confide, And tasks and griefs are common to us all; I could some prospects open to your view, Think not my frankness strange: they love to That ask attention-and, till then, adicu." paint
“Farewell!” said Jesse, hastening to her Their state with freedom, who endure restraint;
room, And there is something in that speaking eyo Where all she saw within, without, was gloom : And sober mien, that prove I may rely: Confused, perplexed, she passed a dreary hour, You came a stranger; to my words attend, Before her reason could exert its power; Accept my offer, and you find a friend ; To her all seemed mysterious, all allied It is a labyrinth in which you stray,
To avarice, meanness, folly, craft, and pride; Come, hold my clue, and I will lead the way. Wearied with thought, she breathed the gar"Good Heaven! that one so jealous, envious, den's air, base,
Then came the laughing lass, and joined her Should be the mistress of so sweet a place,
there. She, who so long herself was low and poor, "My sweetest friend has dwelt with us a Now broods suspicious on her useless store ;
week, She loves to see us abject, loves to deal And does she love us ? be sincere and speak; Her insult round, and then pretends to feel : My aunt you can not-Lord! how I should hate Prepare to cast all dignity aside,
To be like her all misery and state ; For know your talents will be quickly tried ; Proud, and yet envious, she disgusted sees Nor think, from favors past, a friend to gain, All who are happy, and who look at ease. 'Tis but by duties we our posts maintain : Let friendship bind us, I will quickly show I read her novels, gossip through the town, Some favorites near us, you'll be blessed to And daily go, for idle stories, down;
know; I cheapen all she buys, and bear the curso My aunt forbids it-but, can she expect Of honest tradesmen for my niggard purse ; To soothe her spleen, we shall ourselves neglect ! And, when for her this meanness I display, Jane and the widow were to watch and stay She cries, 'I heed not what I throw away;' My free-born feet; I watched as well as they; Of secret bargains I endure the shame, Lo! what is this this simple key explores And stake my credit for our fish and game; The dark recess that holds the spinster's stores! Oft has she smiled to hear 'her generous soul And led by her ill star, I chanced to see Would gladly give, but stoops to my control :' Where Issop keeps her stock of ratafie; Nay! I have heard her, when she chanced to Used in the hours of anger and alarm,
It makes her civil, and it keeps her warm; Where I contended for a petty sum,
Thus blessed with secrets, both would choose to Affirm 'twas painful to behold such care,
hide, *But Issop's nature is to pinch and spare;' Their fears now gránt me what their scorn deThus all the meanness of the house is mine,
nied. And my reward—to scorn her, and to dipe. “My freedom thus by their assent secured, “See next that giddy thing, with neither Bad as it is, the place may be endured ; pride
And bad it is, but her estates you know, To keep her safe, nor principle to guide : And her beloved hoards, she inust bestow; Poor, idle, simple flirt! as sure as fate
So we can slyly our amusements take, Her maiden-fame will have an early date : And friends of demons, if they help us, make."
“Strange creatures these," thought Jessy, Dressed by my help, with not a care for me ; half-inclined
When I a visit to your father made, To smile at one malicious and yet kind; I for the poor assistance largely paid; Frank and yet cunning, with a heart to love
To his domestics I their tasks assigned, And malice prompt—the serpent and the dove. I fixed the portion for his hungry hind; Here could she dwell? or could she yet depart? And had your father (simple man!) obeyed Could she be artful? could she bear with art? My good advice, and watched as well as prayed, This splendid mansion gave the cottage grace, He might have left you something with his She thought a dungeon was a happier place;
prayers, And Colin pleading, when he pleaded best, And lent some color for these lofty airs. Wrought not such sudden change in Jesse's “In tears ! my love! Oh, then my softened breast,
heart The wondering maiden, who had only read Can not resist-we never more will part; Of such vile beings, saw them now with dread; I need your friendship-I will be your friend, Safe in themselves--for nature has designed And thus determined, to my will attend." The creature's poison harmless to the kind; Jesse went forth, but with determined soul But all beside who in the haunts are found To fly such love, to break from such control; Must dread the poison, and must feel the wound. “I hear enough,” the trembling damsel cried;
Days full of care, slow weary weeks passed on, Flight be my care, and Providence my guide: Eager to go, still Jesse was not gone;
Ere yet a prisoner, I escape will make; Her time in trifling or in tears she spent, Will, thus displayed, th' insidious arts forsake, She never gave, she never felt content: And, as the rattle sounds, will fly the fatal The lady wondered that her humble guest
snake.” Strove not to please, would neither lie nor jest:
Jesse her thanks upon the morrow paid, She sought no news, no scandal would convey, Prepared to go, determined though afraid. But walked for health, and was at church to Ungrateful creature,” said the lady,“ this pray;
Could I imagine?--are you frantic, miss ? All this displeased, and soon the widow cried: What! leave your friend, your prospects—is it “Let me be frank-I am not satisfied ;
true ?! You know my wishes, I your judgment trust; I
This Jessie answered by a mild “Adieu !” You can be useful, Jesse, and you must;
The dame replied: "Then houseless may you Let me be plainer, child—I want an ear,
rove, When I am deaf, instead of mine to hear; The starving victim to a guilty love; When mine is sleeping, let your eye awake; Branded with shame, in sickness doomed to When I observe not, observation take; Alas! I rest not on my pillow laid,
An ill-formed cub, your scandal and your curse; Then threatening whispers make my soul afraid; Spurned by its scoundrel father, and ill fed The tread of strangers to my ear ascends, By surly rustics with the parish-bread ! Fed at my cost, the minions of my friends; Relent you not?-speak—yet I can forgive; While you, without a care, a wish to please, Still live with me"--"With you," said Jesse, Eat the vile bread of idleness and ease."
“ live? Th' indignant girl astonished answered - No! I would first endure what you describe, “Nay !
Rather than breathe with your detested tribe ; This instant, madam, let me haste away; Who long have feigned, till now their very Thus speaks my father's, thus an orphan's hearts friend?
Are firmly fixed in their accursed parts; This instant, lady, let your bounty end." Who all profess esteem, and feel disdain, The lady frowned indignant—"What!" she And all, with justice, of deceit complain; cried,
Whom I could pity, but that, while I stay, "A vicar's daughter with a princess' pride! My terror drives all kinder thoughts away; And pauper's lot! but pitying I forgive;
Grateful for this, that when I think of you, Hlow, simple Jessy, do you think to live? I little fear what poverty can do." Have I not power to help you, foolish maid? The angry matron her attendant Jane To my concerns be your attention paid; Summoned in haste to soothe the fierce disdain: With cheerful mind th' allotted duties take, “A vile detested wretch !" the lady cried, And recollect I have a will to make."
“Yet shall she be, by many an effort, tried, Jessy, who felt as liberal natures feel, And, clogged with debt and fear, against her When thus the baser their designs reveal,
will abide ; Replied: “Those duties were to her unfit, And once secured, she never shall depart Nor would her spirit to her tasks submit.” Till I have proved the firmness of her heart; In silent scorn the lady sate awhile,
Then when she dares not, would not, can not go, And then replied with stern contemptuous I'll make her feel what 'tis to use me so. smile:
The pensive Colin in his garden strayed, “Think you, fair madam, that you came to But felt not then the beauties it displayed; share
There many a pleasant object met his view, Fortunes like mine without a thought or care ? A rising wood of oaks behind it grew; A guest, indeed! from every trouble free, A stream ran by it, and the village-green
And public road were from the gardens seen; | He then replied: "Ah! sure, had Jesse staid, Save where the pine and larch the bound'ry | And shared the comforts of our sylvan shade, made,
The tenderest duty and the fondest love And on the rose-beds threw a softening shade. Would not have failed that generous heart to The mother sat beside the garden-door,
move; Dressed as in times ere she and hers were poor; A grateful pity would have ruled her breast, The broad-laced cap was known in ancient days, And my distresses would have made me blest. When madam's dress compelled the village But she is gone, and ever has in view
Grandeur and taste--and what will then ensue? And still she looked as in the times of old, Surprise and then delight, in scenes so fair and Ere his last farm the erring husband sold;
new; While yet the mansion stood in decent state, For many a day, perhaps for many a week, And paupers waited at the well-known gate. Home will have charms, and to her bosom speak; “ Alas! my son!” the mother cried, “and But thoughtless ease, and affluence, and pride, why
Seen day by day, will draw the heart aside : That silent grief and oft-repeated sigh? And she at length, though gentle and sincere, True we are poor, but thou hast never felt Will think no more of our enjoyments here.' Pangs to thy father for his error dealt;
Sighing he spake—but hark! he hears th' Pangs from strong hopes of visionary gain,
approach Forever raised, and ever found in vain. Of rattling wheels! and lo! the evening coach; He rose unhappy! from his fruitless schemes, Once more the movement of the horses' feet As guilty wretches from their blissful dreams; Makes the fond heart with strong emotion beat; But thou wert then, my son, a playful child,
Faint were his hopes, but ever had the sight Wondering at grief, gay, innocent, and wild; Drawn him to gaze beside his gate at night; Listening at times to thy poor mother's sighs, And when with rapid wheels it hurried by, With curious looks and innocent surprise; He grieved his parent with a hopeless sigh; Thy father dying, thou, my virtuous boy,
And could the blessing have been boughtMy comfort always, waked my soul to joy;
what sum With the poor remnant of our fortune left, Had he not offered, to have Jessie come! Thou hast our station of its gloom bereft: She came he saw her bending from the door, Thy lively temper, and thy cheerful air, Her face, her smile, and he beheld no more; Have cast a smile on sadness and despair ;
Lost in his joy—the mother lent her aid Thy active hand has dealt to this poor space
T'assist and to detain the willing maid; The bliss of plenty and the charm of grace;
Who thought her late, her present home to And all around us wonder when they find
make, Such taste and strength, such skill and power Sure of a welcome for the vicar's sake: combined;
But the good parent was so pleased, so kind, There is no mother, Colin, no not one,
So pressing Colin, she so much inclined, But envies me so kind, so good a son;
That night advanced ; and then so long detained, By thee supported on this failing side, No wishes to depart she felt, or feigned; Weakness itself awakes a parent's pride: Yet long in doubt she stood, and then perforce I bless the stroke that was my grief before,
remained. And feel such joy that 'tis disease no more ;
Here was a lover fond, a friend sincere ; Shielded by thee, my want becomes my wealth- Here was content and joy, for she was here: And soothed by Colin, sickness smiles at health ; In the mild evening, in the scene around, The old men love thee, they repeat thy praise, The maid, now free, peculiar beauties found; And say, like thee were youth in earlier days; Blended with village-tones, the evening gale While every village-maiden cries, 'How gay,
Gave the sweet night-bird's warblings to the How smart, how brave, how good is Colin Grey!'
The youth emboldened, yet abashed, now told “Yet art thou sad; alas ! my son, I know His fondest wish, nor found the maiden cold; Thy heart is wounded, and the cure is slow; The mother smiling whispered— "Let him go Fain would I think that Jesse still may come
And seek the license!” Jesse answered, “No:" To sbai the comforts of our rustic home: But Colin went. I know not if they live She surely loved thee; I have seen the maid, With all the comforts wealth and plenty give; When thou hast kindly brought the vicar aid- But with pure joy to envious souls denied, When thou hast eased his bosom of its pain, To suppliant meanness and suspicious pride; Oh! I have seen her-she will come again."
And village-maids of happy couples say, The matron ceased; and Colin stood the while “ They live like Jesse Bourn and Colin Grey." Silent, but striving for a grateful smile;
FABLE FOR THE YOUNG.
A wolf once passed a meadow fair ; A lonely lamb was feeding there, A helpless object to behold, This little straggler from the fold: Its shepherd listless in the shade, As on his rustic pipe he played ; The watch-dogs on their post asleep, Now mute protectors to the sheep. The crafty wolf, with glad surprise, The solitary lamb espies, And in a soft and flattering style Essays to catch his prey with guile. "My pretty lamb, how snug you look In this serene and sunny nook ! Methinks it must be passing sweet, To spend one's days in such retreat; To wander down these meadow ways, And on this juicy herbage graze; Then quench one's thirst beside the stream That mirrors back each sunny gleam. How sociably upon its brink Each to the other's health might drink, But for this ugly hedge of green, That lifts so high its sullen screen.” " If this be true," replied the lamb, " You're inoffensive as I am; And it must be a false report, The charge I've heard against you brought.
Folks say that herbs you never eat,
CLOUD - DREAMS.
The sun-set clouds are fleeting by :
Look in the glowing west; The shining clouds float dreamily
Upon the sky's blue breast. Look at an eagle, white as snow,
His wings are tinged with red; And purple ships, which sailing go
Where waves of fire are spread !
The sun-set clouds are changing now:
Mountains rise high and higher, And stately towers crown their brow
With pinnacle and spire. And now upon an azure lake
White water-lilies float, And Naiads fair the pure blooms take
To wreathe a golden boat.
The sun-set clouds with glory flush;
The sky, and all is bright;
Amid the amber light;
A loved form, cold and dead,
The flower-crowned, drooping head. The sun-set clouds are fading fast,
The dim west glows no more;
Which was so light before.
On the blue silence start;