And that I think 's a reason fair I find too when I stint my glass, I'm prosed by some dull reasoning ass, Or, harder tax'd, I 'm forced to bear Some coxcomb's fribbling strain— Nay, do n't we see Love's fetters, too, And now I'll tell, to end my song, At what I most repine; This cursed war, or right or wrong, Is war against all wine; Nay, Port, they say, will soon be rare As juice of France or Spain And that I think 's a reason fair To fill my glass again. CHARLES MORRIS The Three Warnings. THE tree of deepest root is found When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages, This great affection to believe, When sports went round, and all were gay, And looking grave-"You must," says he, "Quit your sweet bride, and come with me." "With you! and quit my Susan's side! With you!" the hapless husband cried; "Young as I am 't is monstrous hard! Besides, in truth, I'm not prepared: My thoughts on other matters go; This is my wedding-day you know." What more he urged, I have not heard, His reasons could not well be stronger; So Death the poor delinquent spared, And left to live a little longer. Yet calling up a serious look His hour-glass trembled while he spoke"Neighbor," he said, "Farewell! No more Shall Death disturb your mirthful hour; Of cruelty upon my name, To give you time for preparation, And fit you for your future station, Three several warnings you shall have, In hopes you'll have no more to say, To these conditions both consented, What next the hero of our tale befell, He chaffered then, he bought, he sold, Nor thought of death as near; His friends not false, his wife no shrew, He passed his hours in peace. But while he viewed his wealth increase, The beaten track content he trod, Old Time, whose haste no mortal spares, Brought on his eightieth year. And now, one night, in musing mood Th' unwelcome messenger of fate Once more before him stood. Half killed with anger and surprise, "So soon returned!" old Dodson cries. "So soon, d' ye call it?" Death replies. "Surely, my friend, you 're but in jest! Since I was here before "T is six-and-thirty years at least, And you are now fourscore." "So much the worse," the clown rejoined "To spare the aged would be kind: However, see your search be legal; Besides, you promised me Three Warnings, Which I have looked for nights and mornings; But for that loss of time and ease, I can recover damages," "I know," cries Death, that at the best I seldom am a welcome guest; But do n't be captious, friend, at least: "And no great wonder," Death replies: "This is a shocking tale, 't is true, "There's none," cries he; " and if there were, I'm grown so deaf I could not hear." "Nay, then," the spectre stern rejoined, "These are unwarrantable yearnings; If you are lame, and deaf, and blind, You 've had your three sufficient warnings. And now old Dodson, turning pale, Yields to his fate-so ends my tale. Life. HESTER THRALE, LIFE, I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part; And when, or how, or where we met, Life, we have been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather, 'T is hard to part when friends are dear, Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time, Say not Good-Night, but in some brighter clime Bid me Good-Morning. ANNA LETITIA Barbauld When Shall we Three Meet Again? WHEN shall we three meet again? Though in distant lands we sigh, When our burnished locks are gray, When the dreams of life are fled; |