If I had foreseen this! - but 't is a blessing Trav. But how came it He chose to be a sailor? Woman. You shall hear, sir. As he grew up, he used to watch the birds In the corn, child's work, you know, and easily done Trav. The choice at least Was kindly left him; and for broken laws Woman. So I was told, sir, and I tried to think so But 't was a sad blow to me. I was used Upon the roaring seas. And then I seemed To feel that it was hard to take him from me For such a little fault. But he was wrong, O, very wrong, a murrain on his traps! Trav. Well! well! take comfort. He will be taken care of, if he lives; And should you lose your child, this is a country To weep for him in want. Woman. Sir, I shall want No succor long. In the common course of years, 1 soon must be at rest; and 't is a comfort, DIALOGUE VIII. THE ALDERMAN'S FUNERAL. Stranger. Whom are they ushering from the world, with all This pageantry and long parade of death? Townsman. A long parade, indeed, sir; and yet here You see but half; round yonder bend it reaches A furlong further, carriage behind carriage: Stran. 'Tis but a mournful sight, and yet the pomp Tempts me to stand a gazer. Towns. Yonder schoolboy, Who plays the truant, says the proclamation Ay, what was worth, last week, a good half million, Stran. Then he was born Towns. When first I heard his death, that very wish Stran. The camel and the needle, Is gospel wisdom. I would ride the camel, - Could pass the narrow gate. Stran. Your pardon, sir, But sure this lack of Christian charity Towns. Your pardon too, sir, If, with this text before me, I should feel In the preaching mood! But for these barren fig-trees, We have been told their destiny and use, Stran. Was his wealth Stored fraudfully, the spoil of orphans wronged, Stran. Why judge you, then, So hardly of the dead? Towns. For what he left Undone : - for sins, not one of which is mentioned Swore no false oaths, except at the custom-house. Never picked pockets: never bore false-witness: The virtues of your hundred-thousanders: They never hide their lights beneath a bushel. Stran. Nay, nay, uncharitable sir! for often Doth bounty like a streamlet flow unseen, Freshening and giving life along its course. Towns. We track the streamlet by the brighter green And livelier growth it gives: - but as for this This was a pool that stagnated and stunk; The rains of heaven engendered nothing in it, Stran. Yet even these Are reservoirs whence public charity Towns. Now, sir, you touch Upon the point. This man, of half a million, Who, all the summer long, stands, hat in hand, To that hard face. Yet he was always found His alms were money put to interest When, for the trusted talents, strict account Stran. I must needs Believe you, sir; these are your witnesses, How can this man have lived, that thus his death Costs not the soiling one white handkerchief? Towns. Who should lament for him, sir, in whose heart Love had no place, nor natural charity? The parlor-spaniel, when she heard his step, When yet he was a boy, and should have breathed To give his blood its natural spring and play, He, in a close and dusky counting-house, Smoke-dried, and seared, and shrivelled up his heart. So, from the way in which he was trained up, His feet departed not; he toiled and moiled, Poor muck-worm! through his three-score years and ten; And when the earth shall now be shovelled on him, If that which served him for a soul were still Within its husk, 't would still be dirt to dirt. Stran. Yet your next newspapers will blazon him For industry and honorable wealth A bright example. Towns. Even half a million Gets him no other praise. But come this way Some twelve months hence, and you will find his virtues Trimly set forth in lapidary lines, Faith, with her torch beside, and little Cupids Dropping upon his urn their marble tears. DIALOGUE IX. LESSONS IN ETIQUETTE. (Lord Tinsel, and the Earl of Rochdale, a new-made nobleman ) Tinsel. Believe me, you shall profit by my training; You grow a lord apace. I saw you meet A bevy of your former friends, who fain Had shaken hands with you. You gave them fingers! You 're now another man. Your house is changed,- your horse, Where once you rode a hack, you now back blood ; (Enter Williams, an attendant.) Williams. A gentleman would see your lordship. Wil. A gentleman would see his lordship. - Tin. How know you, sir, his lordship is at home? *Is he at home because he goes not out? He's not at home, though there you should see him, sir, Bring up the name of the gentleman, and then (Williams leaves.) Your man was porter to some merchant's door, |