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Athirst and wearied with the noon-tide heat,
I have some feeling, and will not be made
«« Were you suspected, my unhappy friend,'
The Caliph would not torture in his rage:
Had some beheld you, all your purse contains
Could not have saved you from terrific pains; A very mother to the child became,
I scorn such meanness; and, if not in debt,
And the young tyrant now possess'd it all;
Th'ungenerous insult now was daily shown,
In Anna's looks the friend beheld despair; Then came augmenting woes, and fancy strong
And all his pains and fervent prayers obtain'd
Was truce from insult, while the fears remain d.
And for his bribe in plainer speech applied:
Was but a pittance, yet how patient I!
But give me now what thy first terrors gave, On his fair face the tear of anguish shed.
My speech shall praise thee, and my silence sare.' And now his task resumed, “ My tale,” said he,
Osmyn had found, in many a dreadful day, “ Is short and sad, short may our sadoess be!" The tyrant fiercer when he seem'd in play: “ The Caliph Harun, as historians tell,
He begg'd forbearance; • I have not to give; Ruled, for a tyrant, admirably well;
Spare me awhile, although 'tis pain to live: Where his own pleasures were not touch'd, to men
Oh! had that stolen fruit the power possess'd He was humane, and sometimes even then;
To war with life, I now had been at rest.' Harun was fond of fruits, and gardens fair,
“ • So fond of death,' replied the boy, 'tis plain And woe to all whom he und poaching there : Thou hast no certain notion of the pain; Among his pages was a lively boy,
But to the Caliph were a secret shown, Eager in search of every trilling joy;
Death has no pain that would be then unknown.' Iis feelings vivid, and his fancy strong,
“Now," says the story, “ in a closet near, Ie sigh’d for pleasure while he shrank from wrong; The monarch seated, chanced the boys to hear; When by the Caliph in the garden placed,
There oft he came, when wearied on his throne, le saw the treasures which he long’d to taste; To read, sleep, listen, pray, or be alone. And oft alone he ventured to behold
" The tale proceeds, when first the Caliph found Rich hanging fruits with rind of glowing gold; That he was robb'd, although alone, he frown'd; l'oo long he staid forbidden bliss to view,
And swore in wrath, that he would send the boy
Far from his notice, favour, or employ;
And his own failings taught bim to be kind.
His passion urgent, and temptation strong;
And a free pardon the glad boy restored
The tempting beauty sparkling in the sun
friend allied in office and in age;
Hes His Not
To the kind presence of a gentle lord;
Who from his office and his country drove (move; But the kind sailor could not boast the art
What men to court-what objects to pursue ; “My tale is ended; but, to be applied,
That he to distant gain the way
discern'd, I must describe the place where Caliphs hide." And none so crooked but his genius learn'd.
Here both the females look'd alarm’d, distress'd, Isaac was poor, and this the brother felt; With hurried passions hard to be express'd.
He hired a house, and there the landman dwelt; " It was a closet by a chamber placed,
Wrought at his trade, and had an easy home, Where slept a lady of no vulgar taste ;
For there wouldGeorge with cash and comforts come;
And when they parted, Isaac look'd around,
He wisely thought, if he should try for all;
He had a vote—and, were it well applied,
Might have its worth-and he had views beside;
Old Burgess Steel was able to promote
An humble man who served him with a vote;
But bow'd and bent the neck to Burgess Steel ;
His ancient friend, a maiden
grave: Twice made the guest an effort to sustain
One whom the visage long and look demure
For her who waited on this virtuous dame;
But friendly liking and chastised desire;
In present favour and in fortune's way.
George then was coasting-war was yet delay'd, And what he gain’d was to his brother paid;
Nor ask'd the seaman what he saved or spent :
But took his grog, wrought hard, and was content;
To think what part became a useful man:
Than a brave captain and the foe to shun,
As if I fear'd the music of a gun.”
“ Go not!” said Isaac_“You shall wear disguise." With joy exclaim’d, “ 'Tis Fletcher we behold; " What!” said the seaman, clothe myself with But to his brother when the kinsmen came,
George was a bold, intrepid, careless lad, You cannot mean, good brother, of defeat;
And other dangers I at land must share-
So now adieu! and trust a brother's care."
Isaac awhile demurr'd—but, in his heart,
The better minds will sometimes feel the pain
Of benefactions—favour is a chain ; [dain;-
No wonder George should in this cause prevail,
With one contending who was glad to fail: A very father, till his art was gain'd,
“ Isaac, farewell! do wipe that doleful eye; And then a friend unwearied he remain'd:
Crying we came, and groaning we may die. He saw his brother was of spirit low,
Let us do something 'twixt the groan and cry:
And hear me, brother, whether pay or prize,
One half to thee I give and I devise;
For thou hast oft occasion for the aid
at the first ten
Home went the sailor, with his pocket stored,
All yet is still-mbut bark! the winds o'ersweep
Of learn'd physicians, and they will be paid : The rising waves, and howl upon the deep;
So life is threaten'd, and so man is tried.
His leg was loppèd; and though his heart was sound, And a huge tear moved slowly down his cheek; Though his brave captain was with glory crown'da Like Pluto's iron drop, hard sign of grace,
Yet much it vex'd him to repose on shore, It slowly roll'd upon the rueful face,
An idle log, and be of use no more: Forced by the striving will alone its way to trace. True, he was sure that Isaac would receive
Years fled-war lasted-George at sea remain'd, All of his brother that the foe might leave; While the slow landman still his profits gain’d: To whom the seaman his design had sent, A humble place was vacant-he besought
Ere from the port the wounded hero went: His patron's interest, and the office caught; His wealth and expectations told, he“ knew For still the virgin was his faithful friend,
Wherein they fail'd what Isaac's love would do; And one so sober could with truth commend, That he the grog and cabin would supply, Who of his own defects most humbly thought, Where George at anchor during life would lie." And their advice with zeal and reverence sought: The landman read-and, reading, grew
disWhom thus the mistress praised, the maid approved,
tress'd :And her he wedded whom he wisely loved.
« Could he resolve t' admit so poor a guest? No more he needs assistance-but, alas!
Better at Greenwich might the sailor stay, He fears the money will for liquor pass;
Unless his purse could for his comforts pay;" Or that the seaman might to flatterers lend,
So Isaac judged, and to his wife appeal'd, Or give support to some pretended friend :
But yet acknowledged it was best to yield:
Perhaps his pension, with what sums remain
“ Nor would I wish it, Isaac, were we sure Have well consider'd danger and expense:
How long his crazy building will endure; Iran, alas! into the fatal snare,
Like an old house, that every day appears And now for trouble must my mind prepare; About to fall he may be propp'd for years; And how, with children, I shall pick my way, For a few months, indeed, we might comply, Through a hard world, is more than I can say:
But these old batter'd fellows never die." Then change not, brother, your more happy state, The hand of Isaac, George on entering took, Or on the hazard long deliberate.”
With love and resignation in his look; George answer'd gravely, “ It is right and fit,
Declared his comfort in the fortune past, In all our crosses, humbly to submit:
And joy to find his anchor safely cast; Your apprehensions are unwise, unjust;
“ Call then my nephews, let the grog be brought, Forbear repining, and expel distrust.”—
And I will tell them how the ship was fought." He added, “ Marriage was the joy of life,”
Alas! our simple seaman should have known, And gave his service to his brother's wife;
That all the care, the kindness, he had shown, Then vow'd to bear in all expense a part,
Were from his brother's heart, if not his memory, And thus concluded, “ Have a cheerful heart." All swept away to be perceived no more, (flown:
Had the glad Isaac been his brother's guide, Like idle structures on the sandy shore; In these same terms the seaman had replied;
The chance amusement of the playful boy, At such reproofs the crafty landman smiled,
That the rude billows in their rage destroy. And softly said." This creature is a child."
PoorGeorge confess'd, though loth the truth to find, Twice had the gallant ship a capture made
Slight was his knowledge of a brother's mind: And when in port the happy crew were paid, The vulgar pipe was to the wise offence,
The frequent grog to Isaac an expense ;
A loud rough sailor with a timber limb?"
By well-feign'd care, that cold he could not grow;
He strove some petty comforts to suggest ;
-5. ** And then t' excuse it, is a woman's way;
Neglected, slighted, restless on his bed, He too was chidden when her rules he broke, With heart half broken, and with scraps ill fed; (12 And then she sicken'd at the scent of smoke. Yet was he pleased, that hours for play design’d
George, though in doubt, was still consoled to find Were given to ease his ever-troubled mind; IV. His brother wishing to be reckon'd kind:
The child still listen’d with increasing joy, That Isaac seem'd concern'd by his distress, And he was sooth'd by the attentive boy. 0 Gave to his injured feelings some redress;
At length he sicken'd, and this duteous child But none he found disposed to lend an ear
Watch'd o'er his sickness, and his pains beguiled; z To stories, all were once intent to hear:
The mother bade him from the loft refrain, 14 Except his nephew, seated on his knee,
But, though with caution, yet he went again; He found no creature cared about the sea;
And now his tales the sailor feebly told, But George indeed-for George they call’d the boy, His heart was heavy, and his limbs were cold: Foz When his good uncle was their boast and joy The tender boy came often to entreat wa Would listen long, and would contend with sleep, His good kind friend would of his presents eat; okslo hear the woes and wonders of the deep;
Purloin'd or purchased, for he saw, with shame,
so judged the father-and the boy was taught The boy's indulgence, gratified and grieved.
But, sick or well, to my commands attend,
And go no more to your complaining friend.”
The stern decree.-What! punish'd for his love!
Stealing in silence-for he knew his doom.
George tried the lady—“ Sister, I offend.” Yet to his wife would on their duties dwell,
Vhom I, like you, must study and obey." [mine, Who took vast credit for the vague intent. * " Ah!” thought the seaman,
“ what a head was But truly kind, the gentle boy essay'd easy birth at Greenwich to resign!
To cheer his uncle, firm, although afraid; ble. * 'll to the parish” but a little pride,
But now the father caught him at the door,
Now gross neglect and open scorn he bore And cried, “ Away! how! brother, I'm surprised,
That one so old can be so ill advised: xk** "he odious pipe he to the kitchen took,
Let him not dare to visit you again, ** Dr strove to profit by some pious book.
Your cursed stories will disturb his brain;
Your own absurd narrations to enjoy ? (see, hits Brother!" said Isaac, “ you will sure excuse
What! sullen! - ha! George Fletcher ? you shall The little freedom I'm compellid to use:
Proud as you are, your bread depends on me!” My wife's relations-(curse the haughty crew) He spoke, and, frowning, to his dinner went, Iffect such niceness, and such dread of you:
Then cool'd and felt some qualms of discontent; You speak so loud—and they have natures soft And thought on times when he compellid his son :*Brother I wish do go upon the loft!".
To hear these stories, nay, to beg for one:
And shame was felt, and conscience rose in vain.
Sick on the bed, and heard his heavy sigh
So he resolved, before he went to rest, With an own brother and his wife to sit;
To comfort one so dear and so distress'd; He grew rebellious--at the vestry spoke
Then watch'd his time, but with a child-like art For weekly aid they heard it as a joke:
Betray'd a something treasured at his heart: -you
Th' observant wife remark'd, “ the boy is Apply to us? —No! this will never do:
So like your brother, that he seems his own; Good neighbour Fletcher,” said the overseer,
So close and sullen! and I still suspect "We are engaged-you can have nothing here!" They often meet-do watch them and detect.” George mutter'd something in despairing tone,
George now remark'd that all was still as night, Thien sought his loft, to think and grieve alone ; And hasten'd up with terror and delight;
Where not a being
“ So kind a brother, and so wealthy,
And BE Now
“Uncle!” he cried, and softly tapp'd the door; Not as with wooden limb, and seaman's tale,
He now the worth and grief alone can view
And I to break it-'twas a Dæmon's part!"
So Isaac now, as led by conscience, feels,
My gentle brother, whom I could not pay,
He takes his son, and bids the boy unfold
All the good uncle of his feelings told,
(burst:" Let me approach—I'll shake you from the bed, But could not breathe, and said his heart would You stubborn dog—Oh God! my brother's dead!” “ And so will mine:"_" Then, father, y
, you Timid was Isaac, and in all the past
My uncle said it took his pains away." (pray; He felt a purpose to be kind at last;
Repeating thus his sorrows, Isaac shows
That he repenting feels the debt he owes,
He takes no joy in office, honours, gain;
They make him humble, nay, they give him pain; But now awaken'd, from this fatal time
“ These from my heart,” he cries, “all feeling drove, His conscience Isaac felt, and found his crime: They inade me cold to nature, dead to love:" He raised to George a monumental stone,
He takes no joy in home, but sighing, sees And there retired to sigh and think alone;
A son in sorrow, and a wife at ease; An ague seized him, he grew pale, and shook He takes no joy in office—see him now, “ So,” said his son, “ would my poor uncle look.” And Burgess Steel has but a passing bow; “ And so, my child, shall I like him expire." Of one sad train of gloomy thoughts possess'd, “ No! you have physic and a cheerful fire.”
He takes no joy in friends, in food, in rest “ Unhappy sinner! yes, I'm well supplied
Dark are the evil days, and void of peace the best With every comfort my cold heart denied.”
And thus he lives, if living be to sigh, He view'd his brother now, but not as one
And from all comforts of the world to fly, Who vex'd his wife by fondness for her son; Without a hope in life--without a wish to die.