"How! Robin," George replied, near "and are we My father's house? how strangely things appear!-Dear sir, though wanderers, we at last are right: "Let us proceed, and glad my father's sight: "Let us this night, as one of pleasure date, They ride, they halt, the Farmer comes in haste, Then tells his wife how much their house is graced; They bless the chance, they praise the lucky son, That caused the error Nay! it was not one; But their good fortune - cheerful grew the 'Squire, Who found dependents, flattery, wine, and fire; He heard the jack turn round; the busy dame Produced her damask; and with supper came The Daughter, dress'd with care, and full of maidenshame. Surprised, our hero saw the air and dress, Vent'ring with caution, yet with haste, a glance; meek, "how "And yet how sprightly, when disposed to speak! "Nature has bless'd her form, and Heaven her mind, "But in her favours Fortune is unkind; "Poor is the maid - nay, poor she cannot prove "Who is enrich'd with beauty, worth, and love." The 'Squire arose, with no precise intent To go or stay—uncertain what he meant : He moved to part — they begg'd him first to dine; And who could then escape from Love and Wine? As came the night, more charming grew the Fair, And seem'd to watch him with a two-fold care: On the third morn, resolving not to stay, Though urged by Love, he bravely rode away. Arrived at home, three pensive days he gave Still he delay'd, unable to decide, Which was the master-passion, Love or Pride: He sometimes wonder'd how his friend could make, And then exulted in, the night's mistake; Had she but fortune," doubtless then," he cried, "Some happier man had won the wealthy bride." While thus he hung in balance, now inclined To change his state, and then to change his mind,That careless George dropp'd idly on the ground A letter, which his crafty master found; The stupid youth confess'd his fault, and pray'd The generous 'Squire to spare a gentle maid; Of whom her tender mother, full of fears, Had written much tears, "She caught her oft in "For ever thinking on a youth above "Her humble fortune - still she own'd not love; "Nor can define, dear girl! the cherish'd pain, "But would rejoice to see the cause again : "That neighbouring youth, whom she endured before, "She now rejects, and will behold no more; "Raised by her passion, she no longer stoops "To her own equals, but she pines and droops, "Like to a lily, on whose sweets the sun “Has withering gazed - she saw and was undone: "His wealth allured her not-nor was she moved 66 By his superior state, himself she loved; "So mild, so good, so gracious, so genteel, "But spare your sister, and her love conceal; "We must the fault forgive, since she the pain must feel." "Fault !" said the 'Squire, "there's coarseness in the mind "That thus conceives of feelings so refined; "Here end my doubts, nor blame yourself, my friend, "Fate made you careless-here my doubts have end." The way is plain before us-there is now But in short time he saw, with much surprise, First gloom, then grief, and then resentment rise, From proud, commanding frowns, and anger-darting eyes: "Is there in Harriot's humble mind this fire, "This fierce impatience?" ask'd the puzzled 'Squire; "Has marriage changed her? or the mask she wore "Has she thrown by, and is herself once more?" Hour after hour, when clouds on clouds appear, Dark and more dark, we know the tempest near; And thus the frowning brow, the restless form, And threat'ning glance, forerun domestic storm: So read the Husband, and, with troubled mind, Reveal'd his fears-" My Love, I hope you find "All here is pleasant—but I must confess "You seem offended, or in some distress; 'Explain the grief you feel, and leave me to redress." "Leave it to you?" replied the Nymph-"indeed! "What! to the cause from whence the ills proceed? "Good Heaven! to take me from a place, where I "Had every comfort underneath the sky; “And then immure me in a gloomy place, “With the grim monsters of your ugly race, “That from their canvass staring, make me dread "Through the dark chambers, where they hang, to tread! "No friend nor neighbour comes to give that joy “Which all things here must banish or destroy : "Where is the promised coach? the pleasant ride? “Oh! what a fortune has a Farmer's bride! "Your sordid pride has placed me just above "Your hired domestics—and what pays me? Love! "A selfish fondness I endure each hour, "And share unwitness'd pomp, unenvied power; "I hear your folly, smile at your parade, "And see your favourite dishes duly made; "Then am I richly dress'd for you ť' admire, "Such is my duty and my Lord's desire; "Is this a life for youth, for health, for joy? "Are these my duties-this my base employ? "No! to my father's house will I repair, "And make your idle wealth support me there; "Was it your wish to have an humble bride "For bondage thankful? Curse upon your pride! "Was it a slave you wanted? You shall see, "That, if not happy, I at least am free: “Well, sir! your answer: "-silent stood the' Squire, As looks a miser at his house on fire; |