May Day with the Muses | Page 5

Robert Bloomfield
conceit was uppermost,?That stupid kind of pride:--?"Dost think I cannot see a post??"Dost think I want a guide?
"Why, Mary, how you twist and twirl!?"Why dost not keep the track??"I'll carry thee home safe, my girl,"--?Then swung her on his back.
Poor Caleb muster'd all his wits?To bear the light ahead,?As Andrew reel'd and stopp'd by fits,?Or ran with thund'ring tread.
Exult, ye brutes, traduced and scorn'd,?Though true to nature's plan;?Exult, ye bristled, and ye horn'd,?When infants govern man.
Down to the mill-pool's dangerous brink?The headlong party drove;?The boy alone had power to think,?While Mary scream'd above.
"Stop!" Caleb cried, "you've lost the path;?"The water's close before;?"I see it shine, 'tis very deep,--?"Why, don't you hear it roar?"
And then in agony exclaim'd,?"O where's my mother now?"?The Solomon of hops and malt?Stopp'd short and made a bow:
His head was loose, his neck disjointed,?It cost him little trouble;?But, to be stopp'd and disappointed,?Poh! danger was a bubble.
Onward be stepp'd, the boy alert,?Calling his courage forth,?Hung like a log on Andrew's skirt,?And down he brought them both.
The tumbling lantern reach'd the stream,?Its hissing light soon gone;?'Twas night, without a single gleam,?And terror reign'd alone.
A general scream the miller heard,?Then rubb'd his eyes and ran,?And soon his welcome light appear'd,?As grumbling he began:--
"What have we here, and whereabouts??"Why what a hideous squall!?"Some drunken fool! I thought as much--?"'Tis only Andrew Hall!
"Poor children!" tenderly he said,?"But now the danger's past."?They thank'd him for his light and aid,?And drew near home at last.
But who upon the misty path?To meet them forward press'd??'Twas Ellen, shivering, with a babe?Close folded to her breast.
Said Andrew, "Now you're glad, I know,?"To se-se-see us come;--?"But I have taken care of both,?"And brought them bo-bo-both safe home."
With Andrew vex'd, of Mary proud,?But prouder of her boy,?She kiss'd them both, and sobb'd aloud,--?The children cried for joy.
But what a home at last they found!?Of comforts all bereft;?The fire out, the last candle gone,?And not one penny left!
But Caleb quick as light'ning flew,?And raised a light instead;?And as the kindling brands he blew,?His father snored in bed.
No brawling, boxing termagant?Was Ellen, though offended;?Who ever knew a fault like this?By violence amended?
No:--she was mild as April morn,?And Andrew loved her too;?She rose at daybreak, though forlorn,?To try what love could do.
And as her waking husband groan'd,?And roll'd his burning head,?She spoke with all the power of truth,?Down kneeling by his bed.
"Dear Andrew, hear me,--though distress'd?"Almost too much to speak,--?"This infant starves upon my breast--?"To scold I am too weak.
"I work, I spin, I toil all day,?"Then leave my work to cry,?"And start with horror when I think?"You wish to see me die.
"But do you wish it? can that bring?"More comfort, or more joy??"Look round the house, how destitute!?"Look at your ragged boy!
"That boy should make a father proud,?"If any feeling can;?"Then save your children, save your wife,?"Your honour as a man.
"Hear me, for God's sake hear me now,?"And act a father's part!"?The culprit bless'd her angel tongue,?And clasp'd her to his heart;
And would have vow'd, and would have sworn,?But Ellen kiss'd him dumb,--?"Exert your mind, vow to yourself,?"And better days will come.
"I shall be well when you are kind,?"And you'll be better too."--?"I'll drink no more,"--he quick rejoin'd,--?"Be't poison if I do."
From that bright day his plants, his flowers,?His crops began to thrive,?And for three years has Andrew been?The soberest man alive.
Soon as he ended, acclamations 'rose,?Endang'ring modesty and self-repose,?Till the good host his prudent counsel gave,?Then listen'd all, the flippant and the grave.?"Let not applauses vanity inspire,?"Deter humility, or damp desire;?"Neighbours we are, then let the stream run fair,?"And every couplet be as free as air;?"Be silent when each speaker claims his right,?"Enjoy the day as I enjoy the sight:?"They shall not class us with the knavish elves,?"Who banish shame, and criticise themselves."
Thenceforward converse flow'd with perfect ease,?Midst country wit, and rustic repartees.?One drank to Ellen, if such might be found,?And archly glanced at female faces round.?If one with tilted can began to bawl,?Another cried, "Remember Andrew Hall."
Then, multifarious topics, corn and hay,?Vestry intrigues, the rates they had to pay,?The thriving stock, the lands too wet, too dry,?And all that bears on fruitful husbandry,?Ran mingling through the crowd--a crowd that might,?Transferr'd to canvas, give the world delight;?A scene that WILKIE might have touch'd with pride--?The May-day banquet then had never died.
But who is he, uprisen, with eye so keen,?In garb of shining plush of grassy green--?Dogs climbing round him, eager for the start,?With ceaseless tail, and doubly beating heart??A stranger, who from distant forests came,?The sturdy keeper of the Oakly game.?Short prelude made, he pointed o'er the hill,?And raised a voice that every ear might fill;?His heart was in his theme, and in the forest still.
THE FORESTER.
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THE FORESTER.
Born in a dark wood's lonely dell,?Where echoes roar'd, and tendrils curl'd?Round a low cot, like hermit's cell,?Old Salcey Forest was my
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