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T.ibs, Notus, Auster:-f' thefe in frowns arrayM;
Where comely peace of mind and decent order dwell.
A russet stole was o'er her fhoulders thrown, A russet kirtle fene'd the nipping air; 'Twas simple russet, but it was her own; 'Twa* her own country bred the flock fo fair: 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare j And, footh, to fay, her pupils rang'd around, Through pious awe, did term it passmg rare; For they in gaping wonderment abound, And think, no doubt, Ihe been the greatest wight on ground.
Albeit ne flatt'ry did corrupt her truth,
Ne pompous title did debauch her ear,
Goody, Good Woman, Gossip, u'Aunt, forfooth.
Or Dame, the fole additions fhe did hear;
Yet thefe the challeng'd, thefe lhe held right dear£
Ne would esteem him act as mought behove,
Who ihould not honour'd eld with thefe revere;
For never title yet fo mean could prove,
But there was eke a mind which did that title love.
One ancient hen she took delight to feed,
+ The south-west wind, south, &c.
Such favour did her past deportment claim: And if neglect had lavistVd on the ground Fragment of bread she would collect the fame; For well ihe knew, and quaintly could expound, What sin it were to waste the fmallest crumb lhe found.
Herbs, too, lhe knew, and well of each could fpeak, That in her garden sipt the silv'ry dew; Where no vain flow'r difclosM a gaudy flreak, But herbs for ufe, and physic, not a few, Of grey renown, within thofe borders grew; The tufted basil, pun-provoking thyme, Frefh baum, and marygold of cheerful hue, The lowly gil, that never dares to climb, And more I foin would sing, disdaining here to rhyme,
Yet euphrafy may riot be left unfung, That gives dim eyes to wand'ring leagues around, And pungent radilh, biting infant's tongue; And plantain ribbM, that heals the reaper's wound £ And marj'ram fweet, in lhepherd's posic found; And lavender, whofe fpikes of azure bloom Shall be, erewhile, in arid bundles bound, To lurk amid the labours of her loom, And crown her kerchiefs clean with mickle rare perfume.
And here trim rofemarine, that whilom crownM The daintiest garden of the proudest peer, Ere, driven from its euvy'd site, it found A facred fhelter for its branches here, Where, edgM with gold, its glittMng skirts appear, O wassel days! O customs meet and well! Ere this was banilh'd from its lofty fphere; Simplicity then fought this humble cell, Kpr eyer would ihe more with thane and lordling dwell.
Here oft the dame, on Sabbath's decent eve,
Up-hung their ufelefs lyres—fmall heart had they to
For flie was just, and friend to virtuous lore, And pafs'd much time in truly virtuous deed; And in thofe elsins' ears would oft deplore The times when Truth by Popilh rage did bleed, And tortious death was true Devotion's meed: And simple Faith in iron chains did mourn, That nould on wooden image place her creed; And lawny faints on fmould'ring flames did burn: Ah, dearest Lord! forefend thilk days lhould e'er return.
In elbow-chair, like that of Scottifli stem,
Right well lhe knew each temper to defcry;
And other fome with baleful fprig ihe 'frays: E'en abfent, ihe the reins of pow'r doth hold. While with quaint arts the giddy crowd Ihe fways; Forewarns, if little bird their pranks behold, •Twill whifper in her ear, and all the fcene unfold.
Lo f now with state ihe utters the command! Eftfoons the urchins to their talks repair; Their books, of stature fmall, they take in hand, Which with pellucid horn fecured are, To fave from singer-wet the letters fair: The work fo gay, that on their back is feen, St. George's high achievements does declare, On which thilk wight that has y-gazing been, Kens the forth-coming rod, unpleasing sight, I ween!
Ah f lucklefs he, and born beneath the beam
O ntfhful fcene! when, from a nook obfcure,
(If gentle pardon could with dames agree}
No longer can Ihe now her fhrieks command;
But ah! what pen his piteous plight may trace?
The other tribe, aghast, with fore difmay,