The destitute to clothe and feed, Supply the helpless orphan's need, 17. I want the seals of power and place, Charged by the people's unbought grace, 18. I want the voice of honest praise And to be thought in future days Their blessings on my name. 19. These are the wants of mortal man; For life itself is but a span, Is, when beneath the sod, My soul, in humble hope unscar'd, Forget not thou to pray, That this thy WANT may be prepared IS NOT A PALACE, BUT A CARAVANSARY-SPECTATOR. A DERVISE travelling through Tartary, being arrived at the town of Balk, went into the king's palace by mistake, as thinking it to be a public inn or caravansary. Having looked about him for some time, he entered into a long gallery, where he laid down his wallet, and spread his carpet, in order to repose himself upon it after the manner of eastern nations. He had not been long in this posture, before he was discovered by some of the guards, who asked him what was his business in that place? The Dervise told them that he intended to take up his night's lodging in that caravansary. The guards let him know, in a very angry manner, that the house he was in, was not a caravansary, but the king's palace. It happened that the king himself passed through the gallery during this debate, and, smiling at the mistake of the Dervise, asked him how he could possibly be so dull as not to distinguish a palace from a caravansary? "Sir," says the Dervise, "give me leave to ask your majesty a question or two. Who were the persons who lodged in this house when it was first built?" The King replied, "His ancestors.' "And who," says the Dervise," was the last person that lodged here?" The King replied, "His father." "And who is it," says the Dervise, "that lodges here at present?" The King told him "that it was he himself." "And who," says the Dervise," will be here after you?" The King answered, "The young prince, his son." Ah, sir," said the Dervise," a house that changes its inhabitants so often, and receives such a perpetual succession of guests, is not a palace, but a caravansary." 66 THE THREE WARNINGS.-MRS. THRALE. 1. WHEN sports went round, and all were gay, And, looking grave "You must," says he, 2. "With you! and quit my Susan's side! 3. Yet calling up a serious look, His hour-glass trembled while he spoke,- In hopes you'll have no more to say, Well pleased, the world will leave." To these conditions both consented, 4. What next the hero of our tale befell, How long he lived, how wisely, and how well,- And smoked his pipe and stroked his horse,— The willing muse shall tell. He chaffered then, he bought, he sold, He passed his hours in peace. But, while he viewed his wealth increase.- The beaten track content he trode,— Brought on his eightieth year. 5. And now, one night, in musing mood, Th' unwelcome messenger of fate "Tis six-and-thirty years, at least, 6. "So much the worse!" the clown rejoined: "To spare the aged would be kind : Besides, you promised me three warnings, I seldom am a welcome guest; Το stump about your farm and stable. 7. "Hold!" says the farmer, "not so fast: "This is a shocking story, faith! Yet there's some comfort, still," says Death: "Each strives your sadness to amuse: I warrant you hear all the news." 8. "There's none," cries he; "and if there were, I'm grown so deaf I could not hear.” 66 Nay, then," the spectre stern rejoined, "These are unwarrantable yearnings. If you are lame, and deaf, and blind, You've had your three sufficient warnings. So come along; no more we'll part!" |