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But when the day on which John died Returns with all its gloom * I seek kind friends ^ and beg-, with pride , A banquet for the tomb . One friend , my brother James , at least Comes then with me to dine ; Let others keep the marriage-feast , The funeral feast is mine .
For then on him I fondly call , And then he lives again ! To-morrow is our festival Of death , and John , and Jane . Even now , behold ! they look on me , Exulting , from the skies ,
While angels round them weep to see The tears gush from their eyes ! I cannot weep—Why can I not ? My tears refuse to flow : My feet are cold , my brain is hot—Is fever madness ? No " .
Thou smilest , and in scorn—but thou , Couldst thou forget the dead ? No common beggar curtsies now , And begs for burial bread . '
Magnificent as is the indignation of our author at the heartless extortion which taxes the means of universal support , we yet like his ' countenance more in sorrow than in anger ; ' and his kindlier emotions have paid a more than just , a generous tribute , to the memory of one whose name we take to be more honoured by the following lines , than by all the senatorial eulogies which have been pronounced in St . Stephen ' s , or by all the marble which may be raised , sculptured , and inscribed , in Westminster Abbey .
ELEGY . ' Oh , Huskisson ! oh , Huskisson ! Oh , Huskisson ! in vain our friend ! Why hast thou left thy work undone ? Of good begun is this the end ? Thou shouldst have lived , if they remain Who fetter ' d us , and hated thee .
Oh , Huskisson ! our friend in vain ! Where now are hope and liberty ? Thou shouldst have lived , if with thee dies The poor man ' s hope of better days . Time stops to weep ; but yet shall rise The sun whose beams shall write thy praise Thy widow weeps—but what is she , And what her paltry , common woe ?
Worlds weep—and millions fast for thee Our hope is gone !—why didst thou go ?
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The Poor and their Poetry . i Wl
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1832, page 197, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1808/page/53/
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