No! all is lost, her favours Fortune shower'd Success undoes him; he has risen to fall, Hurt by such censure, John began to find In youth indeed I had a wicked will, Yet sick of life, have no desire to die.' He said, and died; his trade, his name is gone, And all that once gave consequence to John. Unhappy Dighton! had he found a friend, When conscience told him it was time to mend! Shame would not let him seek at church a A friend discreet, considerate, kind, sincere, guide, And from his meeting he was held by pride; A life of doubt must be a life of pain: Who would have shown the grounds of hope and fear; And proved that spirits, whether high or low, No certain tokens of man's safety show; Had reason ruled him in her proper place, And virtue led him while he lean'd on grace; Had he while zealous been discreet and pure, His knowledge humble, and his hope secure ;These guides had placed him on the solid rock, Where faith had rested, nor received a shock; But his, alas! was placed upon the sand, Where long it stood not, and where none can stand. TALE XX. THE BROTHERS Kind, simple, and sincere-he seldom spoke, But sometimes sang and chorus'd-' Hearts of Oak ;' In dangers steady, with his lot content, King Lear, Act i, Scene 2. His days in labour and in love were spent. My practices ride easy. He lets me feed with his hinds, Bars me the place of a brother. As You Like It, Act i, Scene 1. 'Twas I, but 'tis not I; I do not shame To tell you what I was, being the thing I am. ... As You Like It, Act iv, Scene 3. THAN Old George Fletcher, on the British coast, Dwelt not a seaman who had more to boast; He left a son so like him, that the old With joy exclaim'd, "Tis Fletcher we be hold;' But to his brother when the kinsmen came, And view'd his form, they grudged the father's name. George was a bold, intrepid, careless lad, With just the failings that his father had; Isaac was weak, attentive, slow, exact, With just the virtues that his father lack'd. George lived at sea: upon the land a guestHe sought for recreation, not for restWhile, far unlike, his brother's feebler form Shrank from the cold, and shudder'd at the storm; Still with the seaman's to connect his trade, The boy was bound where blocks and ropes were made. George, strong and sturdy, had a tender And was to Isaac pitiful and kind; Wrought at his trade, and had an easy home, For Isaac felt not what some tempers feel, His ancient friend, a maiden spare and grave: 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; Till war awaked the land, and George began To think what part became a useful man : Press'd, I must go; why, then, 'tis better far At once to enter like a British tar, 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.' 'What!' said the seaman, clothe myself with lies?'— Oh! but there's danger.'-' Danger in the fleet? You cannot mean, good brother, of defeat; And other dangers I at land must shareSo now adieu! and trust a brother's care.' Isaac awhile demurr'd-but, in his heart, While beings form'd in coarser mould will hate Isaac here made a poor attempt to speak, trace. Years fled-war lasted-George at sea remain'd, While the slow landman still his profits gain'd: A humble place was vacant-he besought His patron's interest, and the office caught; For still the virgin was his faithful friend, And one so sober could with truth commend, Who of his own defects most humbly thought, And their advice with zeal and reverence sought: Whom thus the mistress praised, the maid approved, And her he wedded whom he wisely loved. No more he needs assistance-but, alas! He fears the money will for liquor pass; Or that the seaman might to flatterers lend, Or give support to some pretended friend : Still he must write-he wrote, and he confess'd That, till absolved, he should be sore distress'd; But one so friendly would, he thought, forgive The hasty deed-Heav'n knew how he should live; 6 'But you,' he added, as a man of sense, Or on the hazard long deliberate.' All yet is still-but hark ! the winds o'ersweep The rising waves, and howl upon the deep; Ships late becalm'd on mountain-billows ride So life is threaten'd, and so man is tried. Ill were the tidings that arrived from sea, The worthy George must now a cripple be; His leg was lopp'd; and though his heart was sound, Though his brave captain was with glory crown'd Yet much it vex'd him to repose on shore, That he the grog and cabin would supply, distress'd : Could he resolve t' admit so poor a guest ? Better at Greenwich might the sailor stay, George answer'd gravely, 'It is right and fit, Unless his purse could for his comforts pay;' In all our crosses, humbly to submit: 6 So Isaac judged, and to his wife appeal'd, But yet acknowledged it was best to yield : Perhaps his pension, with what sums remain Due or unsquander'd, may the man maintain; Refuse we must not.'-With a heavy sigh The lady heard, and made her kind reply :Nor would I wish it, Isaac, were we sure How long his crazy building will endure; Like an old house, that every day appears About to fall-he may be propp'd for years; For a few months, indeed, we might comply, But these old batter'd fellows never die.' The hand of Isaac, George on entering took, With love and resignation in his look; Declared his comfort in the fortune past, And joy to find his anchor safely cast; All swept away to be perceived no more, Like idle structures on the sandy shore; The chance amusement of the playful boy, That the rude billows in their rage destroy. Poor George confess'd, though loth the truth to find, Slight was his knowledge of a brother's mind : Where clouds of poison'd fume defiled a room? (Teased with his worship's asthma,) bear to feel? Could they associate or converse with himA loud rough sailor with a timber limb?' Cold as he grew, still Isaac strove to show, By well-feign'd care, that cold he could not grow; And when he saw his brother look distress'd, His brother wishing to be reckon'd kind : When his good uncle was their boast and joy Would listen long, and would contend with sleep, To hear the woes and wonders of the deep; Till the fond mother cried- That man will teach The foolish boy his loud and boisterous speech.' So judged the father-and the boy was taught 'No! on my credit, look ye, No! but I Am fond of peace, and my repose would buy On any terms-in short, we must comply: My spouse had money-she must have her will Ah! brother-marriage is a bitter pill.'— George tried the lady-Sister, I offend.' 'Me?' she replied-'Oh no!—you may depend On my regard—but watch your brother's way, Whom I, like you, must study and obey.' Ah!' thought the seaman, what a head was mine, 6 That easy berth at Greenwich to resign! Now gross neglect and open scorn he bore state, New griefs will darken the dependent's fate; 'Brother!' said Isaac,' you will sure excuse The little freedom I'm compell'd to use: My wife's relations-(curse the haughty crew) Affect such niceness, and such dread of you : You speak so loud-and they have natures soft Brother-I wish- do go upon the loft! ' Poor George obey'd, and to the garret fled, Where not a being saw the tears he shed: But more was yet required, for guests were come, Who could not dine if he disgraced the room. tone, Then sought his loft, to think and grieve alone; Neglected, slighted, restless on his bed, Were given to ease his ever-troubled mind; The child still listen'd with increasing joy, At length he sicken'd, and this duteous child Watch'd o'er his sickness, and his pains beguiled The mother bade him from the loft refrain, Purloin'd or purchased, for he saw, with shame, The food untouch'd that to his uncle came; Who, sick in body and in mind, received The boy's indulgence, gratified and grieved. 'Uncle will die!' said George—the piteous wife Exclaim'd,' she saw no value in his life; No! he would go, but softly to the room, Once in a week the father came to say, George, are you ill?'-and hurried him away; Yet to his wife would on their duties dwell, And often cry, 'Do use my brother well: And something kind, no question, Isaac meant, Who took vast credit for the vague intent. But truly kind, the gentle boy essay'd To cheer his uncle, firm, although afraid; But now the father caught him at the door, And, swearing-yes, the man in office swore, And cried, Away! How! Brother, I'm surprised, 6 That one so old can be so ill advised: Proud as you are, your bread depends on me!' He spoke, and, frowning, to his dinner went, Then cool'd and felt some qualms of discontent; And hasten'd up with terror and delight; He sent th' indignant boy to grieve below; mean? George, are you dumb? do learn to know your friends, And think awhile on whom your bread depends: What! not a word? be thankful I am coolBut, sir, beware, nor longer play the fool; Come! brother, come! what is it that you seek By this rebellion ?-Speak, you villain, speak! Weeping! I warrant-sorrow makes you dumb: I'll ope your mouth, impostor! if I come: Let me approach-I'll shake you from the bed, You stubborn dog-Oh God! my brother's dead!-' Timid was Isaac, and in all the past He felt a purpose to be kind at last; Nor did he mean his brother to depart, Till he had shown this kindness of his heart: |