STRANGER. You knew him, then, it seems ? TOWNSMAN. As all men know The virtues of your hundred-thousanders; STRANGER. Nay, nay, uncharitable sir! for often TOWNSMAN. We track the streamlet by the brighter green STRANGER. Yet even these Are reservoirs whence public charity TOWNSMAN. touch Now, sir, you Upon the point. This man of half a million Had all these public virtues which you praise: But the poor man rung never at his door; And the old beggar, at the public gate, Who, all the summer long, stands hat in hand, He knew how vain it was to lift an eye To that hard face. Yet he was always found Among your ten and twenty pound subscribers, Your benefactors in the newspapers. His alms were money put to interest In the other world,-donations to keep open A running charity-account with heaven:Retaining fees against the last assizes, When, for the trusted talents, strict account Shall be required from all, and the old arch-lawyer Plead his own cause as plaintiff. STRANGER, I must needs Believe you, sir these are your witnesses, These mourners here, who from their carriages How can this man have lived, that thus his death TOWNSMAN. Who should lament for him, sir, in whose heart When yet he was a boy, and should have breathed То give his blood its natural spring and play, He in a close and dusky counting-house, Smoke-dried and sear'd and shrivell'd up his heart. So, from the way in which he was train'd up, Poor muck-worm! through his threescore years and ten: Yet STRANGER. your next newspapers will blazon him For industry and honourable wealth A bright example. TOWNSMAN. Even half a million Gets him no other praise. But come this way Some twelve-months hence, and you will find his virtues Faith, with her torch beside, and little Cupids BALLADS AND METRICAL PIECES. JASPAR. JASPAR was poor, and vice and want On plunder bent abroad he went No traveller came, he loiter'd long, He sat him down beside the stream He sat beneath a willow tree Where pleasantly the moon-beam shone Whose shadow on the stream below He listen'd-and he heard the wind He listen'd for the traveller's tread, He started up and graspt a stake But Jaspar's threats and curses fail'd He would not lightly yield the purse Awhile he struggled, but he strove He lifted up the murdered man The waters closed around the corpse And cleansed his hands from gore, The willow waved, the stream flowed on And murmured as before. There was no human eye had seen And soon the ruffian had consum'd One eve beside the alehouse fire He sat as it befell, When in there came a labouring man He sat him down by Jaspar's side For spite of honest toil, the world His toil a little earn'd, and he Then with his wife and little ones That very morn the landlord's power And now the sufferer found himself He leant his head upon his hand, Nay-why so downcast? Jaspar cried, He took the cup that Jaspar gave, She has no bed to lie upon, I saw them take her bed:- Our landlord he goes home to-night, |