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4 To scenes like these some poor men owe a home Of scantiness , of wretchedness , and woe , Such scenes compel the ill-us'd child to roam , And on some mother ' s cheeks the tear to flow ; From scenes like these with deadly freshness spring , Some of each fault which human kind disgraces , Amid such darken ed scenes with fervour cling Want and her patron Vice in close embraces , While Crime with paly smile points at the Useful Classes .
One remark we must add , by way of caution to our readers . Let us not be supposed to set up pretensions for the author , which he does not make for himself . It is his want of pretension , his independence of patronage , his writing more for his own than for any other class , which excites our interest , and , we think , must
interest our readers , when viewed in conjunction with his sturdy intellect and poetical spirit . We shall gladly hail the breaking forth of more such lights , and rejoice to see them scattering the darkness . Saint Monday is dedicated ( to the mechanic ' s best friend . Dr . Birkbeck /
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Pestalozzi . 839
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PESTALOZZI .
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Thou master of the infant mind—them tutor of the heart ! How bland—how beautiful thy skill , for love was all thy art . 'Twas thine to touch the thrilling chord in every little breast , And prove that if we master that with ease we tone the rest . The proud , the spoil'd , and the deprav'd , alike around thee came For aid , when thou wert poor thyself , and all unknown to fame : Devoid of friends , devoid of funds , no other wealth was thine , Than that of thy seraphic heart—an all exhaustless mine ! There deep and pure the glowing ore of real riches lay—There burn'd a spark of that bright beam that gave creation day .
For when the golden glow of light came beaming from above , And woke and warm'd the world to life , it was the smile of love . Beneath its melting influence the sparkling fountains sprung , The flowers gave forth their balmy sweet 9 , the birds rejoicing sung ; And thus in bosoms cold and dark did Pestalozzi move The slumbVing * or perverted spark by tenderness and love .
Mothers ! when in your gentle arms your new-born babes are prest , And all the deep , deep pulse of love is present and confest , Think , Pestalozzi's power reform ed the beggar ' s injur'd child—The proud man ' s ill-taught offspring warm'd to feelings soft and mild—» E ' en the young culprit , who had learn'd the world ' s depraving part , He made a creature kind and good—and love was all his art . A sweeter , surer , easier task than his , ' tis yours to do , Ye have your uncorrupted babes in life and feeling- new . No weeds have ye to pull away ere ye can plant the flower , The passive , plastic creatures lie devoted to your power .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1833, page 839, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2628/page/35/
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