F. Rich men have runners, who will to No! he'll refuse my offers-Let me think! and fro In search of food for their amusement go; Yield to their melancholy minds relief; Before he utter'd what his memory brought, 'Well! you have news-I see it-Good, No preface, Peter. Speak, man, I attend.' So would I his here, give me pen and ink. My brother, want, and I-away! and run, The pride of James was shaken as he read- Subsiding tumult sank to endless rest; Affairs confused, and business at a stand, Were soon set right by Charles's powerful hand; The rudest mind in this rude place enjoy'd Then, sir, I'm told, nay, 'tis beyond Nor peevish look from that blest hour were dispute, Our Burgess James is routed horse and foot; seen; Yet each his party and his spirit kept, Though all the harsh and angry passions slept. P. And they too sleep! and, at their joint request, Within one tomb, beneath one stone, they rest! TALE XIII. THE DEAN'S LADY I NEXT, to a LADY I must bid adieu- The men grow shy, respectful, and afraid; Which he affects in woman to despise ? MIRANDA sees her morning levee fill'd With men, in every art and science skill'dMen who have gain'd a name, whom she invites, Because in men of genius she delights. Her noble mind, with independent force, Her Rector questions on his late discourse; Perplex'd and pain'd, he wishes to retire From one whom critics, nay, whom crowds, admire Not so MIRANDA! She is ever prest To give opinions, and she gives her best. To these with gentle smile her guests incline, Who come to hear, improve, applaud,—and dine. Her hungry mind on every subject feeds; She Adam Smith and Dugald Stewart reads; Locke entertains her, and she wonders why His famous Essay is consider'd dry. For her amusement in her vacant hours Are earths and rocks, and animals and flowers: She could the farmer at his work assist, A systematic agriculturist. Some men, indeed, would curb the female mind, Nor let us see that they themselves are blind ; From her whose faith on no man's dictate But-thank our stars!-the liberal times leans, allow, Who her large creed from many a teacher That all may think, and men have rivals gleans; Who for herself will judge, debate, decide, Why call a lady Blue? It is because And vain poor self-love view'd, is magnified. Yet of the sex are those who never show, By way of exhibition, what they know. Their books are read and praised, and so are they, But all without design, without display. now. Miranda deems all knowledge might be gain'd 'But she is idle, nor has much attain'd; A few light matters, for she scorns to boast. Frequent and full the letters she delights To read in part; she names not him who writes But here and there a precious sentence shows, Telling what literary debts she owes. Works, yet unprinted, for her judgment come, 'Alas!' she cries, and I must seal their doom. 6 Sworn to be just, the judgment gives me pain Ah! why must truth be told, or man be vain ? ' Much she has written, and still deigns to write, But not an effort yet must see the light. 'Cruel!' her friends exclaim; 'unkind, unjust ! ' But, no! the envious mass she will not trust; Content to hear that fame is due to her, Which on her works the world might not confer Content with loud applauses while she lives; Unfelt the pain the cruel critic gives. II While she, with grateful hand, a table spread, P. Now where the Learned Lady? Doth And though her sentiments are still divine, she live, Her dinners yet and sentiments to giveThe Dean's wise consort, with the many friends, From whom she borrows, and to whom she lends Her precious maxims ? F. Yes, she lives to shed Her light around her, but her Dean is dead. Seen her I have, but seldom could I see: Borrow she could not, could not lend to me. Yet, I attended, and beheld the tribe Attending too, whom I will not describe-Miranda Thomson! Yes, I sometimes found A seat among a circle so profound; When all the science of the age combined Was in that room, and hers the master-mind. Well I remember the admiring crowd, Who spoke their wonder and applause aloud; They strove who highest should her glory raise, And cramm'd the hungry mind with honied praise She asks no more her auditors to dine. she spoke, Her friends in transport or amazement broke. They dare not say it-fickle men deny ; Yet holds in scorn the fame no more in view, TALE XIV. THE WIFE AND WIDOW I I LEAVE SOPHIA; it would please me well, Before we part, on so much worth to dwell: "Tis said of one who lived in times of strife, There was no boyhood in his busy life; Born to do all that mortal being can, The thinking child became at once the man ; So this fair girl in early youth was led, By reasons strong in early youth, to wed. In her new state her prudence was her guide, And of experience well the place supplied; With life's important business full in view, She had no time for its amusements too; She had no practised look man's heart t' allure, No frown to kill him, and no smile to cure; No art coquettish, nothing of the prude; She was with strong yet simple sense endued, Intent on duties, and resolved to shun Nothing that ought to be, and could be, done. A Captain's wife, with him she long sustain'd The toil of war, and in a camp remain'd; And makes admiring friends of wondering foes. Her dying husband to her care confides Affairs perplex'd; she reasons, she decides; If intricate her way, her walk discretion guides. Home to her country she returns alone, Her health decay'd, her child, her husband, gone; There she in peace reposes, there resumes Her female duties, and in rest re-blooms; She is not one at common ills to droop, II P. LIVES yet the WIDOW, whose firm spirit bore Ills unrepining?— F. Here she lives no more, But where I speak with some good people's leave Where all good works their due reward receive; Though what reward to our best works is due I leave to them,-and will my tale pursue. He on his throne the lawful monarch sate, And she was by-the minister of state: He gave assent, and he required no more, But sign'd the act that she decreed before. Again, her fates in other work decree A mind so active should experienced be. One of the name, who roved the world around, At length had something of its treasures found, But had no mind to be transported there :His Wife could sail-her courage who could doubt ? And she was not tormented with the gout.' She liked it not; but for his children's sake, And for their father's, would the duty take. Storms she encounter'd, ere she reach'd the shore, more, Again she married, to her husband's friend Whose wife was hers, whom going to attend, And other storms when these were heard no As on her death-bed she, yet young, was laid, The anxious parent took her hand and said, Prove now your love; let these poor infants be As thine, and find a mother's love in thee!' 'And must I woo their father ? '—' Nay, indeed; He no encouragement but hope will need ; In hope too let me die, and think my wish decreed.' The wife expires; the widow'd pair unite; Their love was sober, and their prospect bright. She train❜d the children with a studious love, But learn'd to lead him who abhorr'd control, The rage of lawyers forced to drop their prey, And once again to England made her way. She found her Husband with his gout removed, And a young nurse, most skilful and approved; Whom-for he yet was weak-he urged to stay, And nurse him while his consort was away :'She was so handy, so discreet, so nice, As kind as comfort, though as cold as ice! Else,' he assured his lady, 'in no case, So young a creature should have fill'd the place.' It has been held-indeed, the point is clear, 'None are so deaf as those who will not hear:' And, by the same good logic, we shall find, As those who will not see, are none so blind.' The thankful Wife repaid th' attention shown, But now would make the duty all her own. Again the gout return'd; but seizing now A vital part, would no relief allow, The Husband died, but left a will that proved He much respected whom he coolly loved. All power was hers; nor yet was such her age, But rivals strove her favour to engage: They talk'd of love with so much warmth and zeal, That they believed the woman's heart must feel; Adding such praises of her worth beside, As vanquish prudence oft by help of pride. In vain! her heart was by discretion ledShe to the children of her Friend was wed; These she establish'd in the world, and died, In ease and hope, serene and satisfied. And loves not man that woman who can charm Life's grievous ills, and grief itself disarm ?Who in his fears and troubles brings him aid, And seldom is, and never seems, afraid? No! ask of man the fair one whom he loves, You'll find her one of the desponding doves, Who tender troubles as her portion brings, And with them fondly to a husband clingsWho never moves abroad, nor sits at home, Without distress, past, present, or to comeWho never walks the unfrequented street, Without a dread that death and she shall meet: On land, on water, she must guarded be, He loves the feeble step, the plaintive tone, And flies to help who cannot stand alone: He thinks of propping elms, and clasping vines, And in her weakness thinks her virtue shines; On him not one of her desires is lost, And he admires her for this care and cost. But when afflictions come, when beauty dies, Or sorrows vex the heart, or danger tries- Would see the prettiest sight in all the town,→ And has a plenteous mixture of contempt. TALE XV. BELINDA WATERS I Of all the beauties in our favour'd place, BELINDA WATERS was the pride and grace. Say ye who sagely can our fortunes read, Shall this fair damsel in the world succeed? A rosy beauty she, and fresh and fair, Who never felt a caution or a care; Gentle by nature, ever fond of ease, And more consenting than inclined to please. A tame good nature in her spirit livesShe hates refusal for the pain it gives: From opposition arguments arise, And to prevent the trouble, she complies. She, if in Scotland, would be fash'd all day, If call'd to any work or any play; She lets no busy, idle wish intrude, But is by nature negatively good. In marriage hers will be a dubious fate: Less is she fitted for a humble bride: cares, And therefore hates to hear of men's affairs: bread, Yet whence it comes, of hers is no concernIt comes and more she never wants to learn. She on the table sees the common fare, But how provided is beneath her care. |