But day by day he put the cause aside, All he lamented-and the ready tear Falls as he listens, soothed, and grieved to hear. 'Did he not curse me, child ? '—' He never cursed, But could not breathe, and said his heart would burst: And so will mine: '-' Then, father, you must pray; My uncle said it took his pains away.' Repeating thus his sorrows, Isaac shows That he, repenting, feels the debt he owes, And from this source alone his every comfort flows. He takes no joy in office, honours, gain ; They make him humble, nay, they give him pain; These from my heart,' he cries, 'all feeling drove ; They made me cold to nature, dead to love :' And thus he lives, if living be to sigh, TALE XXI. THE LEARNED BOY Oh! torture me no more-I will confess. 2 Henry VI, Act iii, Scene 3. AN honest man was Farmer Jones, and true, Nay, though the maidens spoke in tender tone Wilt thou not be a weary wailing man ? ' 'Alas! and I must bear it as I can.' Resisted thus, the widow soon withdrew, That in his pride the hero might pursue; Oh! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are And off his wonted guard, in some retreat, dead, To find such numbers who will serve instead: His wish for order, prudence in affairs, In fact, it seem'd to be a thing decreed, Can hear such claims, and show them no regard. Engage he dared not, and he could not fly, He met the foe, and art opposed to art. Now spoke that foe insidious-gentle tones, And gentle looks, assumed for Farmer Jones: 'Three girls,' the widow cried,' a lively three To govern well-indeed it cannot be." Yes,' he replied, 'it calls for pains and care; But I must bear it : '—' Sir, you cannot bear Your son is weak, and asks a mother's eye: That, my kind friend, a father's may supply:' 'Such growing griefs your very soul will tease: 'To grieve another would not give me easeI have a mother '-'She, poor ancient soul! Can she the spirits of the young control ? Can she thy peace promote, partake thy care, Procure thy comforts, and thy sorrows share? Age is itself impatient, uncontroll'd: ' 'But wives like mothers must at length be old.' Find from a foe prepared entire defeat: Upon a small one, in its love, to seize- By kind rejection of such pressing love; And stand collected in its own defence:- The harden'd heart of Farmer Jones to ache. But he still govern'd with resistless hand, And where he could not guide he would command: With steady view in course direct he steer'd, And his fair daughters loved him, though they fear'd; Each had her school, and as his wealth was known, Each had in time a household of her own. The boy indeed was, at the grandam's side, Humour'd and train'd, her trouble and her pride: Companions dear, with speech and spirits mild, The childish widow and the vapourish child; This nature prompts; minds uninform'd and weak In such alliance ease and comfort seek; 'Thou hast shrewd servants-they are evils Push'd by the levity of youth aside, The cares of man, his humour, or his pride, 'Yet a shrewd mistress might afflict me more.' They feel, in their defenceless state, allied: sore: The child is pleased to meet regard from age, They love to pour into the ductile mind; The father, thankful for the good he had, Yet saw with pain a whining timid lad; Whom he instructing led through cultured fields, To show what man performs, what nature yields : But Stephen, listless, wander'd from the view, From beasts he fled, for butterflies he flew, And idly gazed about, in search of something new. The lambs indeed he loved, and wish'd to play With things so mild, so harmless, and so gay; Best pleased the weakest of the flock to see, With whom he felt a sickly sympathy. Meantime, the dame was anxious, day and night, To guide the notions of her babe aright, And on the favourite mind to throw her glimmering light; Her Bible-stories she impress'd betimes, And fill'd his head with hymns and holy rhymes; On powers unseen, the good and ill, she dwelt, And the poor boy mysterious terrors felt; From frightful dreams, he waking sobb'd in dread, Till the good lady came to guard his bed. The father wish'd such errors to correct, But let them pass in duty and respect: But more it grieved his worthy mind to see That Stephen never would a farmer be; In vain he tried the shiftless lad to guide, And yet 'twas time that something should be tried: He at the village-school perchance might gain All that such mind could gather and retain; Yet the good dame affirm'd her favourite child Was apt and studious, though sedate and mild; "That he on many a learned point could speak, And that his body, not his mind, was weak.' The father doubted-but to school was sent The timid Stephen, weeping as he went: There the rude lads compell'd the child to fight, And sent him bleeding to his home at night; At this the grandam more indulgent grew, On pains and care, was at his fingers' ends. A London cousin soon a place obtain❜d, Easy but humble-little could be gain'd : The time arrived when youth and age must part, Tears in each eye, and sorrow in each heart; While others daring, yet imbecile, fly Stephen, whose thoughts were wandering Now charm'd with promised sights in Londontown, Now loth to leave his grandam-lost the force, The drift and tenor of this grave discourse; But, in a general way, he understood 'Twas good advice, and meant, My son, be good; ' And Stephen knew that all such precepts That lads should read their Bible, and be clean. 6 Nay, dry those eyes, my child--and, first Hold fast thy faith, whatever may befall: Be you a Joseph, and the time may be, Of plays and places where at night they walk There 's one among them looks a little kind; Alas! poor Stephen, happier had he kept The dame The Scriptures must not be And kindly strive his passions to awake; denied.' Meanwhile explaining all they heard and saw, The lad, still weeping, heard the wheels Till Stephen stood in wonderment and awe: Of famous shows, the Tower, and the Ex- Soon at his desk was placed the curious boy, They talk, the instant they have dropp'd the pen, Of singing-women and of acting-men; To a neat garden near the town they stray'd, He could but marvel how he ventured there: Now to a play the friendly couple went, spend They only talk awhile, and there 's an end.' 'Come, you shall purchase books,' the friend replied; 'You are bewilder'd, and you want a guide; art T'improve a cub without a head or heart; Rustics though coarse, and savages though wild, Our cares may render liberal and mild; But what, my friend, can flow from all these pains ? There is no dealing with a lack of brains.''True I am hopeless to behold him man, But let me make the booby what I can : Though the rude stone no polish will display, Yet you may strip the rugged coat away.' Stephen beheld his books- I love to know How money goes—now here is that to show: And now,' he cried,' I shall be pleased to get Beyond the Bible-there I puzzle yet.' He spoke abash'd- Nay, nay!' " the friend replied, 'You need not lay the good old book aside; Antique and curious, I myself indeed Read it at times, but as a man should read; A fine old work it is, and I protest I hate to hear it treated as a jest ; The book has wisdom in it, if you look Wisely upon it, as another book: For superstition (as our priests of sin Are pleased to tell us) makes us blind within: Of this hereafter-we will now select Some works to please you, others to direct: Tales and romances shall your fancy feed, And reasoners form your morals and your creed.' The books were view'd, the price was fairly paid, And Stephen read undaunted, undismay'd: This love, but seldom in the world succeeds; With all that merits scorn. and all that meets disgrace : In the cold miser, of all change afraid, Order to these is armour and defence, use; But evil fate was theirs-survey'd, enjoy'd Some happy months, and then by force destroy'd: So will'd the fates-but these with patience, read, Had vast effect on Stephen's heart and head. This soon appear'd-within a single week He oped his lips, and made attempt to speak; He fail'd indeed—but still his friend confess'd The best have fail'd, and he had done his best: The first of swimmers, when at first he swims, The cramp may seize him, and impede his |