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The priests knew not that country-folks

Gave pigs the name of friars ; But startled, witless of the joke,

As if they trod on briers. Meanwhile, as they perspired with dread,

The hair of either craven Had stood erect upon his head,

But that their heads were shaven.

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For water and a crust they crave,

Those mouths that, even on Lent days, Scarce knew the taste of water, save

When watering for dainties. Quoth Jacquez, “ That were sorry cheer

For men fatigued and dusty ;
And if you supp'd on crusts, I fear

You'd go to bed but crusty."
So forth he brought a flask of rich

Wine fit to feast Silenus,
And viands, at the sight of which

They laugh'd like two hyenas.
Alternately, the host and spouse

Regaled each pardon-gauger,
Who told them tales right marvellous,

And lied as for a wager
'Bout churches like balloons convey'd

With aëronautic martyrs;
And wells made warm, where holy maid

Had only dipt her garters.
And if their hearers gaped, I guess,

With jaws three inch asunder, 'T was partly out of weariness,

And partly out of wonder, Then striking up duets, the frères

Went on to sing in matches, From psalms to sentimental airs,

From these to glees and catches.
At last they would have danced outright,

Like a baboon and tame bear,
If Jacquez had not drunk Good Night,

And shown them to their chamber. The mom was high, the host's was nigh:

Had wife or he suspicion
That monks would make a raree-show

Of chinks in the partition ?-
Or that two confessors would come,

Their holy ears outreaching
To conversations as humdrum

Almost as their own preaching? Shame on you, friars of orders grey,

That peeping knelt, and wriggling, And when ye should have gone to pray,

Betook yourselves to giggling!
But every deed will have its meed:

And hark! what information
Has made the sinners, in a trice,

Look black with consternation, The farmer on a hone prepares

His knife, a long and keen one ; And talks of killing both the frères,

The fat one and the lean one. To-morrow by the break of day,

He orders, too, saltpetre And pickling tubs_But, reader, stay,

Our host was no man-eater.

What! pickle and smoke us limb by limb?

God curse him and his larders! St. Peter will bedevil him

If he saltpetre friars.
“Yet, Dominick, to die —the bare

Idea shakes one oddly;
Yes, Boniface, 'tis time we were

Beginning to be godly.
“Would that, for absolution's sake,

Of all our sins and cogging, We had a whip to give and take

A last kind mutual flogging, “O Dominick! thy nether end

Should bleed for expiation,
And thou shouldst have, my dear fat friend,

A glorious flagellation.”
But having ne'er a switch, poor souls!

They bow'd like weeping willows,
And told the Saints long rigmaroles

Of all their peccadilloes.
Yet, 'midst this penitential plight,

A thought their fancies tickled ;
"Twere better brave the window's height

Than be at morning pickled.
And so they girt themselves to leap,

Both under breath imploring
A regiment of saints, to keep

Their host and hostess snoring, The lean one 'lighted like a cat,

Then scamper'd off like Jehu, Nor stopp'd to help the man of fat,

Whose cheek was of a clay hue-Who, being by nature more design'd

For resting than for jumping, Fell heavy on his parts behind,

That broadend with the plumping. There long beneath the window's sconce

His bruises he sat pawing,
Squat as the figure of a bonze

Upon a Chinese drawing.
At length he waddled to a sty;

The pigs, you'd thought for game-sake, Came round and nosed him lovingly,

As if they'd known their namesake. Meanwhile the other flew to town,

And with short respiration Bray'd like a donkey up and down, Ass-ass-ass-assination!"

Men left their beds, and night-capp'd heads

Popp'd out from every casement; The cats ran frighten'd on the leads ;

Dijon was all amazement. Doors bang'd, dogs bay'd, and boys hurra'd,

Throats gaped aghast in bare rows, Till soundest sleeping watchmen woke,

And even at last the mayor roseWho, charging him before police,

Demands of Dominick surly, What earthquake, fire, or breach of peace

Made all this hurly-burly? “Ass” quoth the priest, “ ass-assins, sir,

Are (hence a league, or nigher)
About to salt, scrape, massacre,

And barrel up a friar."
Soon, at the magistrate's command,

A troop from the gens-d'armes' house
Of twenty men rode sword in hand,

To storm the bloody farm's house. As they were cantering toward the place,

Comes Jacquez to the swine-yard, But started when a great round face

Cried, “ Rascal! hold thy whinyard." 'Twas Boniface, as mad's King Lear,

Playing antics in the piggery:
“ And what the devil brought you here,

You mountain of a friar, eh?"
Ah! once how jolly, now how wan

And blubber'd with the vapors,

That frantic capuchin began

To cut fantastic capers Crying, “ Help! hollo! the bellows blow,

The pot is on to stew me; I am a pretty pig—but no!

They shall not barbacue me."
Nor was this raving fit a sham;

In truth he was hysterical,
Until they brought him out a dram,

And that wrought like a miracle.
Just as the horsemen halted near,

Crying, “ Murderer, stop, ohoy, oh!"
Jacquez was comforting the frère

With a good glass of noyau-
Who beckon'd to them not to kick up

A row; but waxing mellow,
Squeezed Jacquez' hand, and with a hickup

Said, “ You're a damn'd good fellow." Explaining lost but little breath

Here ended all the matter; So God save Queen Elizabeth,

And long live Henri Quatre !
The gens-d'armes at the slory broke

Into horse-fits of laughter,
And, as if they had known the joke,

Their horses neigh'd thereafter.
Lean Dominick, methinks, his chaps

Yawn'd weary, worn, and moody; So may my readers' 100, perhaps, And thus I wish 'em good day.







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88 PRISON AMUSEMENTS: Verses to a Robin-Redbreast ..

113 Moonlight

ib. The Captive Nightingale

114 The Evening Star

115 Soliloquy of a Water. Wagtail

116 The Pleasures of Imprisonment, Epistle I. ib.

Epistle II. ... 118 Extract from "The Bramin"


120 The Lyre

121 Remonstrance to Winter...

122 Song, "Round Love's Elysian Bowers". 123 Lines written under a drawing of Yardley Oak ib. Song, “When Friendship, Love, and Truth abound"

ib. Religion

ib. “The Joy of Grief”.

194 The Battle of Alexandria

ib. The Pillow.....

125 To the Memory of Joseph Browne The Thunder-Storm

ib. Ode to the Volunteers

128 The Vigil of St. Mark

129 Hannah ....

130 A Field Flower

131 The Snow-Drop.

ib. The Ocean ...

132 The Common Lot

133 The Harp of Sorrow

134 Pope's Willow..

ib. A Walk in Spring

135 A Deed of Darkness..

136 The Swiss Cowherd's Song

137 The Oak

ib. The Dial

ib. The Roses

138 To Agnes

ib. An Epitaph

ib. The Old Man's Song.

ib. "The Glow-Worm

139 Bolehill Trees ..

ib. The Mole hill

ib. The Cast-away Ship.

141 The Sequel.

142 M.S.

ib. The Peak Mountains.

144 To Anne and Jane

145 Ode on the British System of Education .... 146 A Daughter to her Mother...

ib. Stanzas on Chatterton...

147 The Wild Rose...

ib. On Finding the Feathers of a Linnet.

148 Sonnet, from P. Salandri

149 from Petrarch..

ib. from Gaetana Passerinj.

ib. from Benedetto dall'Uva

ib. Departed Days... Hope

150 A Mother's Love

151 The Time Piece

ib. Stanzas to the Meinory of the Rev. T. Spencer 132 Human Life.


The Visible Creation
Sonnet, from Gaetana Passerini.

from Giambatista Cotta..

The Crucifixion, from Crescembini. 154 The Bible Instruction The Christian Soldier On the Royal Infant.. A Midnight Thought A Night in a Stage-Coach. The Reign of Spring.

156 The Reign of Summer

157 Incognita ....

150 The Little Cloud.

160 Abdallah and Sabat

162 To Britain. The Alps, a Reverie

165 Questions and Answers

166 Youth Renewed...... The Bridal and the Burial. Friends ....

167 A Mother's Lament on the Death of her Infant

The Widow and the Fatherless
The Daisy in India.

The Drought ...
The Stranger and his Friend ..
A Sea Piece; in Three Sonnets

13 Robert Burns... A Theme for a Poet

170 Night....

171 Meet again! Via Crucis, Via Lucis The Pilgrim...... German War-Song Reminiscences The Ages of Man.. Aspirations of Youth. A Hermitage .. The Falling Leaf On planting a Tulip-Root. The Adventure of a Star ..

174 A Word with Myself .

175 Inscription under the Picture of an aged Negro

Thoughts and Images..
Verses to the Memory of the late Richard Rey.

178 The Climbing Boy's Soliloquies . * Thou, God, seest me," Gen. xvi. 13...

184 Sonnet; Christ Crucified, from Gabriele Fiamma id. Sonnet; Christ laid in the Sepulchre, from the

same...... A Retrospect

IAS Make Way for Liberty!.. Stanzas.-A Race, a race on earth we run ...... 186 The Retreat "Lovest thou me?" I hear my Savior say. 187 A Simile on a Lady's Portrait A Poet's Benediction ....

IAS For the First Leaf of a Lady's Album The First Leaf of an Album.... To a Friend, on his return to Ceylon

189 Short-hand

ih. Bridal Greetings

id. Epitaph on a Gnat......... A Riddle Time Employed, Time Enjoyed

190 The Laurustinus

ib, Mottos for Albums. A Voyage round the World

191 The Tombs of the Fathers



Memoir of James Montgomery.

Tur little port of Irvine in the county of Ayr.Jown faith. His instruction was, however, carefully shire, North Britain, was the place where James attended to, and he was taught assiduously the MONTGOMERY first saw the day. He was born on Greek, Latin, French, and German languages, the 4th of November, 1771. His father was one independently of the common and inferior acof that singular and exemplary body of Christians quirements deemed necessary to pupils in every denominated Moravians, a sect by no means nu- station of life. merous in Great Britain, and least of all in Scot. Before Montgomery had attained his tenth land: the religious tenets with which the subject year, he exhibited his inclination for poetry. of the present memoir was thus impressed in his The peculiar opinions and discipline of the Moearliest youth, have linged his writings, and been ravians were calculated to cherish his propensity reflected in his subsequent conduct through life. for the Muse. The monotony of his life, the He did not long remain in his native town, for, well-nigh cloistered seclusion of the scholars, and at four years of age, his father took him over the system which inculcated the doctrines of the to Ireland, his parents having fixed their resi. brethren, nurtured that sombre and melancholy dence at Gracehill in the county of Antrim. He bias which is always inherent in the poetical kojonrned, however, but a short time in Ireland, temperament. The indulgence of the imagination for his father, most probably with the view of under such circumstances tends to render the affording him the benefits either of a better edu- mind exquisitely susceptible of external impres. cation, or one more consistent with his own re- sions. The love of Jesus Christ, to which every ligious tenets, sent him to England, and he was instruction of the Moravian brethren directs placed at a Moravian seminary at Fulnick in the mind of the pupil, and which is the chief Yorkshire, where he remained ten years.

awakener of their feelings, they making the Soon after the establishment of Montgomery at second Person of the Trinity the object of broFulnick, his father and mother left Ireland for the therly affection as well as of adoration, was a West Indies. The elder Montgomery had under-captivating theme for the young poet. The hymns taken the duty of a missionary to instruct the of the Moravians were the seducers of Montnegroes in the doctrines of Christianity. Both gomery into the flowery paths of poesy. Religious father and mother fell victims to that pestilential aspirations, the tender affection, the beauty of climate, the one in Barbadoes, and the other in holiness, kindled the love of sacred song in his Tobago. To their fate it is the poet so beautifully callow bosom. A little volume was soon filled alludes when he writes

with the effusions of his young imagination, and My father-mother-parents, are no more!

first developed that genius to which the virtuous Beneath the Lion star they sleep

part of mankind have since not hesitated to do Beyond the western deep;

the justice it merits. He knew nothing at this And when the sun's noon glory crests the waves, He shines without a shadow on their graves :

time of the English poets, for they were carefully

kept out of sight by his instructors, lest some Montgomery was not the only offspring thus dangerous passage should give a pruriency for left to the wide world; his parents had two other unhallowed and contagious principles. The little children, who were, it is said, placed under the volume was therefore wholly his own. The father guardianship of the benevolent body of Christians of one of the boys had sent a volume of selected to which their parents had belonged. During poems from Milton, Thomson, and Young, to the time the subject of the present memoir was his son, yet, though the choicest and most moral at Fulnick, he was carefully excluded from the passages only were selected, it was clipt and world. The institutions of the Moravian brethren mangled by the good brethren before it was de. are almost monastically rigid. For ten years that livered to its owner. The natural consequence he was in this seminary, he scarcely saw or con- ensued, — Montgomery clandestinely borrowed versed with any individual who was not of their books, and read them by stealth.

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