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He tells him how his little brother tattles , Over his little sister that lies dead , He tells how Henry of his father prattles , And cries and asks his mam in vain for bread , Then mark how the sot yawns , and how he lolls his head
4 then came in a gentle looking creature , Seeking her husband , modestly she stept , Grief and dismay seem'd busy in each feature , And in her arms a half-clad baby slept , Handsome she had been , but a train of sorrows Had chas'd the roses from her cheeks away , And in their stead pale want had laid her furrows , And dimm'd the lustre of her dark eye ' s ray , And in their half-rais'd lids a tear did ling ' ring stay
4 spoke not harshly , but assay'd to lure him Unto his home with accents kindly mild , Then angel-like she bent her knee before him , And show'd him his sweet sleeping lovely child ; Pleading for home and child in vain she stood , Her kind looks he return ed with angry frown , And rais'd himself in shameful attitude , Prepar'd to strike her and her infant down , Poor thing ! she then retir'd , for she'd submissive grown
• Close by themselves , wedg'd in a little settle , A quiet group of five did prattle wage , Four were mere boys , though full of youthful metal . The fifth a swell , and forty seem'd his age ; Drink did not seem his object , for his aim Went higher and more certain to its mark , Than all that boisterous revelry could claim , From those twin brothers Lushington and Lark . He was at all points flash , a cunning-looking spark
With ribbon broad , cock'd sideways stood his beaver , His side curls droop'd so tastefully , and what Was more , his kerchief hung so loose and clever , Pinn'd on his breast with slap-vp twisted knot : So close he whisper'd and sincere he smil'd , He press'd their hands so ardent and so kind , Soon his manoeuvres their young hearts beguil'd , Soon did his ayren tongue their senses bind , His exploits then he told , and prov'd Dame Justice blind 4 The praise of gold and girls he broadly sounded ,
And the high deeds that by the cross were done , Its special art and myst ' ry he expounded , In a rich , fluent , eager , under-tone : And while these youths did list to his haranguing , His sharp small eyes incessantly he rolls , Their steady eyes add mouths half open hanging , And the wild stillness which their frames controls Show ' cl the dark passion quick ' ning in their souls . * mm # *
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838 Saint Monday .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1833, page 838, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2628/page/34/
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