43 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5857bbcbe7a9cf3ac2f899597d0914ed.pdf 5763b69b8b7a29dfa338182eaeca88d4 PDF Text Text THE HERMIT OF POWIS: A BALLAD ROMANCE Of the Olden Times. ABERDEEN: GEORGE MIDDLETON, SKENE SQUARE, 1873. �THE HERMIT OF POWIS . THE HERMIT OF POWIS lived in his cell, And shunned the converse of man ; His food was the coarsest, his drink was the brook That near to the Hermitage ran. He mumbled his prayers, and counted his beads, And scourged his flesh wi' twine, In the hope to atone for the sins of the soul By the body's doll and pine. And who was the Hermit, and what were his sins, That merited penance so drear ?— List ye to the tale of a soothfast bard, And both shall quickly appear : The Hermit had stood a noble Earl In the presence of his King— Had gaily hunted the boar and the stag, And fought in the field and the ring. The Hermit now so withered and grim, Was an Earl so fair to see, That there was no' a lady in a' the land But had sighed at the blink o' his e'e. But the Earl gave his heart to the fairest maid In the bounds of Scotland wide— To the sweet Mary Hay, the flower o' the Don, And her father's hope and pride. But her father was no' a belted knight, But a man of low degree, And it grieved his heart his daughter's love For a noble Earl to see. " There never cam' good o' a lordling's love For a maid so lowly born ; He'll win your heart, and break your heart, And leave you the scath and the scorn," �3 " 0 little d'ye ken, my father dear, This leal Lord's love for me ; He's won my heart, and he's sought my hand, And his bride I have sworn to be." And the Earl so loved this lowly maid, That he gave her his lordly hand, And made her mistress of all his castles, And lady of all his land. And time ran on till a year had gone, But never, by night or day, Was the gallant Leslie absent from The side of his Mary Hay. 4 The noblemen round might look askance, Their ladies might scoff and sneer ; His Mary was all the world to him, And he to her was as dear. Till town and country, high and low, The truth must needs declare, That never, in palace, castle, or cot, Had been witnessed a happier pair. But it fell on a day, a sweet summer's day, That there came, with white foam o'er, A steed with a royal messenger, And this was the message he bore ; " Boot ye ! Spur ye ! noble Earl— Go saddle your steed and ride ! For the English loons, with fire and sword, Have crossed the border side. " And need have we of our bravest knights, And need of their stoutest men, And stouter or braver than you, Lord Earl, There's none in our royal ken." When Mary heard this message read, Her cheeks grew pale and wan, But when she saw her Leslie's steed The tears in torrents ran. " O, let me gang, my Leslie dear, Your perils all to share ? I'll run a foot page by your side, The battle field I'll dare. �4 When dangers flash around your head, I'll cry to heaven to save ; And if you're wounded in the fight, My care will cheat the grave." " That never could be, my darling wife— But I'll not tarry long, For numerous are our Scottish bands, Their hearts are brave and strong. And soon we'll drive the English loons Across the border side, And I'll bring fouth of Southern spoil To deck my lovely bride. " " I care no' for pearls, jewels, nor gold, Nor robes of silken sheen, I'd rather have you, my Leslie, safe, Than the splendours of a queen." Lord Leslie kissed her lips and cheeks, As pale as the lily flower ; Then bade her maidens bear her in, And tend her well in her bower. But when he rode from his castle door At the head of his warlike band, His Mary Hay was the saddest wife In all the Scottish land. Our Scottish king his warlike bands Led forth in gallant order, And drove the Southern loons, like sheep, Over the English border. Then boldly marched on Southern soil To pay them ill for ill, And drove the beeves from off their fields, And the sheep from off the hill. And when he'd paid the knavish loons A penny for their plack, He led his troops with little loss And mickle plunder back. And feasted at the Scottish court For thirty days and three, The noble lords who in the war Had borne him company. �5 And formest in the field of light, And foremost in the sport, The brave Earl Leslie bore the palm O'er all the Scottish court. The Lady Arabella Stewart, The daughter of a king, Tho' her mother did not share a throne Nor wear a wedding ring, Cast eyes on this same noble lord In her royal brother's hall, And saw him, in face and courtly grace, The fairest of them all. And she has gotten her to the king, Fallen low down on her knee— "O royal Lord, 0 brother dear, An asking grant to me !" " Rise up ! Rise up ! Our sister dear, Your asking you shall have, Be it gold or gear, or house or land, Or title, that ye crave." " I crave nor title, house, nor land, I crave nor gold, nor gear, But it's all for a lord at your royal court That I plead in your royal ear. Lord Leslie he has ensnared my heart, By arts that I cannot divine ; And I crave your aid, my sovereign liege, This witchery to untwine." And if Lord Leslie has stolen your heart, This choice to him I'll gie, Either to offer you marriage to-morrow, Or else to be hanged on a tree." Lord Leslie sat and laughed and joked, In the midst of a merry ring, When word was brought him to repair To audience with the King. " There's a nobleman at our court, Lord Earl, Partaking our royal cheer, Who by wicked art has trepanned the heart Of a lady that we hold dear. �6 The Lady Arabella Stewart, The fairest of our fair, Has lost her heart, and to you Lord Earl, Deny it if you dare. But you are a true and a warlike lord, And this is the choice we'll gie— Either to marry the lady we've named, Or swing like a rogue on a tree." "My Liege ! my Sire ! my Sovereign Lord ! I've used no wizardrie, And if I have won the heart of this maid, The prize was unsought by me. And if my choice be to wed or to hang, My Sire, I must lose my life, For how can I wed Lady Arabel Stewart, And leave a better-loved wife ?" " A n d who may be this wife, Lord Earl, That you hold so wondrous dear ; And how does it chance that the lady's name Should never have reached our ear ?" " My wife is not sprung from noble sires— Her kin are of low degree, But dear as a queen to her royal spouse Is the choice of my heart to me." " A peasant can be but a leman, my Lord, To one that is nobly born, And, the word of a King, you'll marry our ward, Or swing ere a second grey morn !" The brave Lord Leslie left the King, A doleful man I ween ; But a change took place in his comely face That day ere the fall of e'en. That day was holden a tournament, The Queen was taken ill— And who but the Lady Arabel Stewart Was chosen her place to fill. Right well she played her Queenly part, And charmed the hearts of a'; But for every smile she gave the rest She gave Lord Leslie twa. �7 When days had come and days had passed, Lord Leslie had no' swung, But for him and the Lady Arabel Stewart, The wedding bells were rung. And he has gotten a trusty page His messages all to bear, And sent him on to Mary Hay To break the tidings with care. To offer her gold, to offer her gear, To offer her houses or land— To tell her that she was free to love And marry a lowlier man. The news were said, the offers were made, And the salt tears did no' come ; But she sat like a statue, or corpse of the dead, As motionless, paly, and dumb. She never cast blame on her faithless lord, Nor uttered one word to displease, But she drooped her head like a frost-nipt rose, And faded by slow degrees. And day by day she withered away, Till the fell destroyer Death Laid his skeleton hand on her marble lips, And checked their quivering breath. Now word's gone on to Edinburgh town, And reached Lord Leslie's ear, That the cold earth lay on the Mary Hay "Whom he once had valued so dear. " 0 woe's me now !" Lord Leslie cried, As he tore his raven hair, "I've killed the fairest, dearest wife, That ever breathed Northern air. Love me, Lady Arabel Stewart! Well may you love me noo, For I've blighted the fairest flower of the North, And all for the sake of you ! Well may ye sigh, Lady Arabel Stewart, And well may your tears be shed ; But ye canna bring peace to this perjured heart, Unless ye bring back the dead !" �8 Lord Leslie fled away from his home, And none knew whither he went; His lands fell in to his next of kin, And his gold by his lady was spent. But when years had sped, and his lady was dead, And his name forgotten 'mongst men, A Hermit appeared in Powis's grounds, And made him a sort of a den. He prayed, and starved, and scourged himself, Till his lean frame leaner grew, But at last the curtain dropt on the scene, And then the truth we knew. For a scroll was found by the side of the corpse, And these were the words it bore : " This is the clay of Leslie the Earl, Who sinned and suffered so sore." I've told this tale of the days of old In a simple, homely strain, But if it create one thought like this, It has not been told in vain : An honest, truthful, rightful course Is the best for death or time, For present anguish and future woe Are the offspring of vice and crime. Davidson & Smith, Printers, Aberdeen. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7c4a4d1a39189bf49f7b28829148ed54.jpg f4897801388f064dba3d11056cbc35a7 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3101 Width 1959 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The hermit of Powis: a ballad romance of the olden times Subject The topic of the resource Religion and Morals Religion and Morals Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Leslie, Alexander, 1582-1661 War Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1873 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Edinburgh, Scotland Powis, Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. This chapbook includes a tragic ballad of the Earl of Leslie, who falls in love and marries a young woman of lowly birth. When the King goes to war against the English who are raiding across the border, Leslie attends him and wins honour on the battlefield. But when the king brings back his lords to feast in Edinburgh, the Lady Annabelle Stewart, bastard sister to the king, falls in love with the handsome young lord and begs the king to marry them. Although Leslie insists he cannot marry because he already has a well-loved wife, the king gives him the choice of setting aside his low-born wife in favor of his sister, or hang. Leslie acquiesces and sends word to his wife, who dies of grief. When he hears of her fate, he rages against his wife and disappears. Years later, after his lands and wealth were gone and he had been forgotten, he returns as a hermit to Powis and endures a life of self-imposed penance and asceticism until his death reveals his true story. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Wikipedia entry on Alexander Leslie: Alexander Leslie, 1st Earl of Leven (1582 – 4 April 1661) was a Scottish soldier in Dutch, Swedish and Scottish service. Born illegitimate and raised as a foster child, he subsequently advanced to the rank of a Dutch captain, a Swedish Field Marshal, and in Scotland became lord general in command of the Covenanters, privy councillor, captain of Edinburgh Castle, Lord Balgonie and Earl of Leven. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Leslie,_1st_Earl_of_Leven Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #14 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Aberdeen: George Middleton Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: George Middleton https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/756c5c8f44766f18863f03096d9e9fd4.pdf 51952ed6ae5c8508409cf3d227738555 PDF Text Text THE H I G H L A N D LADDIE. Pray, Goody. KATE KEARNEY. WITH THE ANSWER. The Fairest of the Fair. Hal the Woodman. EDINBURGH: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS, �THE H I G H L A N D LADDIE. The lawland lads think they are fine, But O! they're vain and idly gaudy; How much unlike the gracefu' mien. And manly looks of my Highland laddie. O my bonnie Highland laddie, M y handsome charming Highland laddie; May heaven still guard, and love reward The lawland lass and her highland laddie If I were free at will to choose, T o be the wealthiest Lawland lady, I'd tak young Donald without trews, With bonnet blue and belted plaidie. O my bonny, &c. The brawest beau in burrows town, In a' his airs, wi' art made ready, Compared to him, he's but a clown, He's finer far in's tartan plaidie. O my bonny, &c. O'er benty hill wi' him I'll run, And leave my lawland kin and daddie, �3 Frae winter's cauld and simmer's sun, He'll screen me wi' his highland plaidie O my bonny, &c. A painted room, and silken bed, May please a Lawland laird and lady; But I can kiss, and be as glad, Behind a bush, in's Highland plaidie. O my bonny, &c. Few compliments between us pass; I ca' him my dear Highland laddie, And he ca's me his Lawland lass, Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie, O my bonny, &c. Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend, Than that his love prove true & steady, Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end, While heaven preserves my Highland laddie. O my bonny, &c. PRAY GOODY. Pray, Goody, please to moderate the rancour o f your tongue, �4 Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes? Remember when the judgment's weak the prejudice is strong, A stranger why will you despite? Ply me, try me, Prove e'er you deny me; If you cast me off, you'll blast me, Never more to rise. Pray, Goody, &c. KATE KEARNEY. O did you ne'er hear of Kate Kearney? She lives on the banks of Killarney; From the glance of her eye, Shun danger and fly, For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney. For that eye is so modestly beaming, You'd ne'er think of mischief she's dreaYet oh! I can tell [dreaming; How fatal the spell That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney. O should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney, Who lives on the banks of Killarney, �5 Beware of her smile, For many a wile Lies hid in the smite of Kate Kearney. Tho' she looks so he witchingly simple, There's mischief in every dimple; And who dares inhale Her mouth's spicy gale, Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney. ANSWER. Oh yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney, Who lives near the lake of Killarney; From her love-beaming eye, What mortal can fly [ney? Unsubdued by the glance of Kate Kearney For that eye, so seducingly beaming, Assures me of mischief she's dreaming, And I feel 'tis in vain T o fly from the chain That binds me to lovely Kate Kearney. At eve when I've met this Kate Kearney, On the flow'r-mantled banks of Killarney, Her smile would impart Thrilling joy to my heart, �6 As I gaz'd on the charming Kate Kearney. On the banks of Killarney reclining, My bosom to rapture resigning, I've felt the keen smart O f love's fatal dart, And inhal'd the warm sigh of Kate Kearney. FAIREST OF THE FAIR. O Nannie, wilt thou gang wi' me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town; Can silent glens have charms for thee, The lowly cot, and russet gown? NaeIanger drest in silken sheen, Nae laager decked wi' jewels rare, Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene, Where thou wast fairest of the fair? O Nannie, when thou'rt far awa, Wilt thou not cast a look behind? Say, canst thou face the flaky snaw, Nor shrink before the warping wind ? O can that salt and gentlest mien, Severest hardships learn to bear, �7 Nor sad regret each courtly scene, Where thou wast fairest of the fair? O Nannie, canst thou love so true, Thro' perils keen wi' me to gae? Or when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of wae. And when invading pains befal, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wishful those gay scenes recal, Where thou wast fairest of the fair? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death? And wilt thou o'er his much-lov'd clay, Strew flow'rs, and drop the tender tear? Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wast fairest of the fair? HAL THE WOODMAN. Stay, traveller, tarry here to-night, The rain yet beats, the wind is loud, The moon too has withdrawn her light, And gone to sleep behind a cloud. �8 'Tis seven long miles across the moor, And should you from our cottage ; stray, You'll meet, I fear, no friendly door, No soul to tell the ready way. Come, dearest Kate, the meal prepare, This stranger shall partake our best; A cake and rasher be his fare, With ale that makes the weary blest, Approach the hearth, there take a place. And, till the hour o f rest draws nigh. Of Robin Hood, and Chevy Chace, We'll sing then to our pallets hie. Had I the means I'd use you well; 'Tis little I have got to boast; But should you of our cottage tell, Say, Hal the Woodman was your host. Finis. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ff46f1ae9c15c06b06beb627b7e160a3.jpg 7abca05392d30e674c3028ee216ccd51 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3009 Width 1772 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Highland Laddie. Pray, Goody. Kate Kearney. The Fairest of the Fair. Hal the Woodman. 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Chapbook #20 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a8889eca190b6f4cde93eb98faae17f3.pdf 9647e84a752d1c8f260bc616f0a90bbd https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/22ea829339ef92546d6e699b46c01ee1.jpg f1801b5db460fc05d7dd26e895f4dcc0 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/1ae31c9ddf144d83899856ae04a4be48.jpg ff1a9ad12c57f79ea4319312904f84ee https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0eb64735fcc6ca552c6809cbb44519e9.jpg b786fefade9d13f2298f7935da0c7f85 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/630a78b7d7185eabe35c5d32757b3c9d.jpg c0044a48572869099d6744f14286326e https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c036437b2ca927de81fafbbcce584b57.jpg ceb05a75972025399faf7cc120ca78d6 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8ed697f58d6526b7589ee817b67c5e1c.jpg 7f933bad95d26997e0c0a80cf159ce60 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d26ba43afcca8eae2595037b9e070bd0.jpg 03f60cc505de8b9faf07f72bb38e1315 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/47bebc00eab02cb1e20818f74678bb27.jpg 4c11de289da56d0b5a0bc7c7ce9cadda Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Highland Piper's Advice. To drinkers. To which are added: Home, sweet sweet home Wallace's Lament Connel and Flora Here is the glen Oh Hey Johny lad and Charlie is my darling. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133973505154">s0042b27</a> <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923328623505154">s0094b25</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #2 in a bound collection of 37 chapbooks (s0042b27) Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Home, sweet sweet home Wallace's Lament Oh Hey Johny lad Charlie is my darling. Connel and Flora Here is the glen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1820-1830? per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Subject The topic of the resource Alcohol Ballads and songs Courtship and Marriage Highlands Jacobites Chapbooks - Scotland - Airdrie emigration War Charles Edward, Prince, grandson of James II, King of England, 1720-1788 Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of several songs and ballads, including: a song in broad Scots expounding upon the joys of drinking; a reminiscence on the pleasures and beauty of home to one exiled; a lament for the fallen warriors following the defeat of Wallace; a young woman mourns the death of her lover, fallen in battle; two lovers meet amongst the trees, leaves, and birds of a glen; a scheduled tryst gone awry when the two lovers get their meeting place mixed up, only to be rescheduled for the next day; a soldier’s march to battle and call to arms; and a Jacobite song describing the welcome arrival of Bonnie Prince Charlie and the mustering of the Highlanders. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland <a href="http://www.nls.uk/">http://www.nls.uk/</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/22ea2e48b552f00d715516917385f099.pdf d4a4ce408dca3ca1080ac197bffdb9e3 PDF Text Text The Highland Plaid. Irish Providence. T H EBRAWWOOER. I'll love theenomore. GLASGOW: printed for the booksellers. �THE H I G H L A N D PLAID. Lowland lassie, wilt thou go Where the hills are clad wi' snow, Where, beneath the icy steep, T h e hardy shepherd tends his sheep? Ill nor wae shall thee betide, When row'd within my Highland Plaid. Soon the voice of cheerie Spring Will gar a' our plantins ring; Soon our bonnie heather braes, Will' put on their simmer claes; On the mountain's sunnie side, We'll lean us on my Highland Plaid. When the summer spreads the flowers, Busks the glens in leafy bowers, T h e n we'll seek t h e cauler shed, Lean us on the primrose b e d ; While the burning hours preside, I'll screen thee wi' my Highland Plaid. T h e n we'll leave the sheep and goat, I will launch the bonnie boat, Skim the loch in cantie glee, �3 Rest the oars to pleasure t h e e ; When chilly breezes sweep the tide, I'll hap thee wi' my Highland Plaid. Lowland lads may dress mair fine, Woo in words mair saft than mine; Lowland lads hae mair of art, A' my b o a s t ' s an honest heart, Whilk shall ever be my pride— O row t h e e in my Highland Plaid. Bonnie lad, ye've been sae leal, My heart wad break at our fareweel; L a n g your love has made me fain, Tak m e — t a k me for your ain. 'Cross the Firth, away they glide, Young D o n a l d and his Lowland bride. IRISH PROVIDENCE. My darling, says Pat, to his spouse on his lap, (a rap, At this present writing we're not worth With our faces so lean, and our duds on our backs. Our cow and our pig, my dear Norah, are dead, �4 Not a single paratoe is left us for bread; T h e science of ploughing my father taught me, (the salt sea, So I'll e'en try the water and plough With my Jill, sing J a c k ; sing Bibligo whack. Says Norah, when, you're, on the ocean, my life, (your wife, Sure Providence then will take care of For no babies have we, not a Jill nor a Jack. But when Pat was away, what did Providence do, [cabin quite new, M a d e the squire build for Norah a H e furnish'd it gaily to dry up her tears, A n d he p e o p ' d it too in the space of, three' years, With his Jill, sing Jack, &c. B u t when P a d d y return'd how it gladdened his heart, (smart, T o see his dear Norah so fine and so With her rings in her ears and her silks, on her back. A n d who furnish'd foryouthiscabin, says P a t ? (that did that; 'Twas Providence, says Norah, himself �5 Then Providence, Pat cried, as l o o k i n g around, (found, Is the neatest Upholsterer ever was With his Jill, sing Jack, &c. Then Norah, dear Norah, come tell me if you please, (are these, Whose fourlittlechubby-cheek'drascals These pretty gossoons, with their locks all so black? * They are mine, Pat, by Providence sent me, d'ye see— Botheration ! says Pat, come now don't humbug me; For if Providence minds to send legs to your chairs, Sure he'll never forget to send fathers for heirs, With his Jill, sing Jack, &c. Och Norah, when I've been upon the salt sea, By Saint Patrick, you've been a big traitress to me, May whisky console me, for I'm on the rack. For if Providence peoples my cabin with brats �6 W h i l e I ' m sailing over live h e r r i n g s and sprats, M r D e p u t y P r o v i d e n c e , t h a ' l l n e ' e r do, So you, W i t h my Jill, sing J a c k , &c. THE BRAW WOOER. Ae day a braw wooer, cam down the lang glen, And sair wi' his love did deave me— I said there was naething I hated like men, The deuce tak the lad to believe me, believe The deuce tak the lad to believe me. [me. I He spak o' the darts o' my bonny black een And vow'd for my love he was dying; said he might die when He liked, for Jean, The Lord forgie me for lying, for lying, The Lord forgie me for lying. A weel-stocked mailen, himsel for the laird, And marriage aff-hand was his proffer; I never loot on that I ken'd it or car'd, But thought I might get a waur offer, waur offer, But thought I might get a waur offer. Butwhatdoyethink,inafortnightorless, The deil tak his taste to gae near her ! to him and old Nick I k �7 He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess, Guess ye how, the jade ! I could bear her, could bear her, Guess ye how, the jade! I could bear her. But a' the neist ouk as I fretted wi' care, I gaed to the tryste o' Dalgarnock, And wha but my braw fickle wooer was there, I glowr'd as if I'd seen a warlock, a warlock, I glowr'd as if I'd seen a warlock. But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink, Lest neebors might say I was saucy; My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink, And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie, And vow'd I was his dear lassie. I speer'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet, Gin she had recover'd her hearin', And how mya u l dshoon fitted her shauchl't feet, But preserve us! how he fell a swearin', a swearin', Preserve us! how he fell a swearin. He begged for gudesake I wad be his wife, Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow; So just to preserve the puir body in life, I think I will wed him to-morrow, to-morrow i think I will wed him to morrow, [rOW. *»JCW> �8 i'll LOVe THEE NO MORe. When the rose-bud of summer, its beauties bestowing, On winter's rude banks all its sweetness; shall p o u r ; And the sunshine of day in night's darkness be glowing, Oh! then, dearest Ellen,I'llloveyouno more, When of hope, the last spark which thy smile us'd to cherish, In my bosom shaIl die, and its splendour be o'er; A n d the pulse of this heart which adores you shall perish, Oh! then, dearest Ellen,I'llloveyouno more. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/4ad76ced7af4cb3092d998c40808d442.jpg 7a1af21b9e430f544b2836c523a00497 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. 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Chapbook #27 in a bound collection of 34 chapbooks (s0098b48) Description An account of the resource "42" printed at the bottom of title-page Abstract A summary of the resource. Containing two biblical stories on Abraham and Isaac, and Jonah and the Ninevites, followed by an analysis of the religious truths found within the tales. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Religion and Morals Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850? per&nbsp;University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <p dir="ltr"><span><a href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">&nbsp;</a></span></p> <div>&nbsp;</div> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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Interior scene with window, stool, and curtain https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d7f2c9595233b4ff2f41503f8783f0bd.pdf 3f714b2a1d0096368485444e3219417a PDF Text Text HISTORY THE FOOTMAN. S H E W I N G H O W HE RAISED HIMSELF FROM T H E HUMBLE STATION OF A FOOT B O Y , TO A PLACE OF GREAT E M I N E N C E A N D TRUST, HONESTY A N D BY HIS INTEGRITY. ALSO, ON PRIDE, & T H E COUNTRY CLERGYMAN pllBliliiiJa SiM PAISLEY: PRINTED BY CALDWELL AND SON, 2, N E W STREET. �n i s i d R T OF C H A B E E i JOi\ T £§. M y father, George Jones commonly called Black George, on account of his swarthy complexion, was one of the most industrious men in the whole vilage. His cottage, which was his own, and partly built by his own hands, stands on the common, about a stone's throw from the road, near the preat Oak tree, in the parish of King's Charleton in Somersetshire.—The Lord of the Manor having granted him leave to inclose a bit of the common for a garden, my father had got a thriving young orchard and a long strip of potatoes, besides his cottage, all the produce of his own industry. It used to be a favourable saying with him, that no man to whom God had given two hands, had ever need to want. i For my part says he, I never knew what want was— When I am sick, the club supports me, and when 1 am well, I warrant I'll support myself. My mother, besides being equally industrious, was ratteh more religious, ani l therefore much happier; She was as good and sweet-tempered a �I wOiTMfen jto Mjf in $ * work^ For cor*S!tocf Her duty, Friendship, civility to her neighbour** cleanliness in her own person, her house and her children, she had not her fellow. But the most remarkable thing in her(I am afraid a very uncommon thing) was her steady and uninterrupted practice of family prayer. It must have been a hard days work indeed, that hindered her from her prayers. At six in the morning and eight in the evening, as regularly as ever the hour came, she always knelt down with her children round her, four of us, and read with great solemnity and devotion a short form given her by the clergyman, which concluded with the Lord's prayer, in which we all joined. And she used to say after she had finished, ' N o w I can go to bed or to work, in peace; for now we may hope God will protect us44 I am sorry to say my Father seldom joined with us. He used to pretend he was busy or tired; and yet it would not have detained him long nether, for we were never more than six minutesaboutit, and surely twelve minutes a day (six in ihe morning and six in the evening) is no great time to give to God. One thing has often struck me, that if any thing went wrong and ruffled my dear mother's temper, or made her uneasy, the prayer seemed to set all to rights. When she had been to prayers, all her grief seemed to be fled away. And indeed I observed the same thing with respect to my father; if he ever did join with us, it always seemed somehow to compose and sweeten his mind, and make him a great deal kinder to my mother and vis. �4 A* myfeiJheraod mother wer# very tetJmtiiotas themselves, they were very desirous to make theit children so ; every child was employd as soon as he was able, in something or other. At about thirteen years of age my employment had been for some time to weed in the parson's garden, and run errands for him. At fourteen he took me into his house, and not a little proud was I at obtaining the title of his 'little footman.1 The morning I left my father's cottage, my dear mother, who was kind as she was good, appeared to be verj much affected; she said she could not commit me to the wide world, without first committing me to God who governed it; and then she knelt down with me by her side, and prayed, * Gracious Lord, be pleased to have mercy on my dear boy, T o thy care I commend him. Guard him, I beseech thee in the many temptations which he is now beginning to encounter. May he with solid piety and honest diligence, do his duty in that state of life in which it hath pleased thee to place him,'—She then gave me her blessing, put a Testament into my pocket, bid me fear God, and always act for my master as I would do for myself. In my new situation there were to be sure some few things disagreable. My mistress was peevish and fretful; the co©k violent and passionate. But what service is there, or indeed, what situation in life, howsoever much above servitude, which there is not something unpfeasant ? Every state has its trials; servants have theirs: but if they cannot learn to put up with some little itt- i �conveniences, they may change their places every year of their lives, and never be satisfied after all. This is a lesson I have learnt by long experience. Though by God's blessing I had received a more raligious education than most children, it yet soon appeared that I had many faults, which it was necssary for me to be corrected of before I could become a good servant. At first, when I was sent npon an errand, I was much given to loitering. I was then too young to consider that by loitering in errands I was wasting what was not my own, but my master's time. Besides this fault, as every thing which I saw and heard in my master's house was such as I had never se^i* or heard before, I was too apt to talk of it to my old play fellows, or at the village shop, Bat as soon as ever I became a little older, I began to reflect that this was very wrong. One Sunday evening, when I had leave to go home to see my parents, I was beginning to tell my mother how there had been a great uproar at the parsonage the day before, about Here she put her hand upon my lips, and said, 'Charles, not a word more of what has passed at the parsonage. Whatsoever happens in your masters house is never to be spoken of out of your master's doors. A tale bearing servant is alway an unfaithful servant; he betrays the trust which his master puts in him." My mother's vehemence surprised me a little, but it made so much impression upon me, that I was pretty well broken of the feult from that v©ry �6 time. Into how many scrapes has thk talkative tempei brought many servants of my acquaintance ! There was poor Nic Jarret, the squire's under footman, that lost his place, a new suit of black broad cloth, and a legacy of five pounds, which he would soon have had by reason of his mistress's death, only for saying at a neighbour's house, that his mistress sometimes fell asleep while the squire was reading to the family on a Sunday night. Nic and I were at one time rather too intimate; I remember one day, when I was about sixteen, having attended my master to the squire's house, Nic prevailed on me after dinner to play with him at pitch and toss. I was worth at that time five shillings and two pence, more money than I had ever possessed before in my life. In about two hours Nic reduced me to my last shilling But though it was a heavy stroke at the time, yet it proved in the end a happy event, for by my mother's persuasions, I resolved thence forward never to game again as long as I lived, which resolution, by God's grace, I have hitherto happily kept. I wish from my heart that all other servants would resolve the same. The practice of card playing, so common among servants in large families, is the worst custom they can possibly fall into. My poor brother Tom suffered enough for it one day having received in the morning a quarter's wages, he lost the whole of it before night at All Fours; and what was the consequence W h y , from that very time, took to tbo|p practices of Ml 'afattrter wfeki k&tedl & �7 his ruin. How much better would it be for all Servants, if instead of wasting their leisure in card-playing, they would amuse themselves in reading some Godly book, or improve themselves in writing, or cyphering. It was by this means, for I was never taught to write, that I qualified myself for the place of Bailiff, which I now fill. I remember Nic used to say, 6 Whilst my master plays cards in the parlour, why shoudst thou be so sqeamish as not to play in the kitchen? But Nic did not consider that his master being rich, and playing for small sums, his loses laid under no temptation of dishonesty in order to pay them; besides the Squire could read and write at any time, whereas this was our only leisure time, and if we did not improve ourselves then, we never could; what might be comparatively innocent in him, might be ruinous to us. And even if my master be a professed gambler, that is no reason I should be so too. A servant is to do what is right, let his master do what he will. If a master swears and gets drunk, and talks at table with decency, or against God and religion, to God he must account for it, and a sorry account it will be, I doubt; but his example will not excuse our crimes, though it will aggravate his. We must take care of our own souls, whether our masters take care of theirs or not. But to return to my history; I am ashamed to say that I was guilty more than once in the earlier part of my servitude, of the shocking and detestable crime of lying, in order to excuse or screen my f a u l t s ^ £(appily l w^s cured of it in �8 th<3 following manner; Having been one day ordered to carry a bottle of wine to a sick man, one of my master's parishioners, 1 accidentally broke the bottle, and of course lost the wine, What was to be done? Should 1 confess my misfortune, and acknowledge my carelessness, or conceal it by a lie? After some deliberation, 1 resolved upon the lie.— 1 therefore had made up my story, 'how the poor man sent his duty to my master, and thanked him t a thousand times, and that he was a little better, and that his wife said she thought this wine would save his life.4 Being thus prepared, as 1 was returning home, 1 met a pedlar, of whom 1 bought for a penny a little book containing a story of a woman at Dervizes, who was struck dead on the spot for telling a lie. To be sure it was Heaven seat the pedlar to me, to save me from the sin 1 was going to commit. 'If this woman was struck dead for a lie, (said I to myself) why may not 1 ? " 1 therefore went directly home, and made a confession of my neg* ligenee and misfortune. And it was well for me 1 did; for the sick man, whose duty and thanks 1 had wickedly intended to carry to my master, was dead, as 1 understood afterwards* three hours before the bottle was broken. From this time, therefore, 1 began to see, what 1 am now fully convinced of, that besides the sinfulness of lieing, it is always more for the interest and lasting comforts of servants to confess the tiuth at once, than to conceal a fault by falsehood, When a servant has told a lie, he is always in danger of its being found out, and sooner or later it gene^v "'"HCT- �9 ally h found out, and then hw eharaeter irniucd. Whereas, if ke confesses the truth at once, ha probably escapes without any anger at all, or mt Worst it is soon over, and the fault itself is forgotten. Having now lived seven years at the parsonage, and being twenty one years of age, my master called me one day into his study, where he spent ft good deal of his time, and said to nie, 'Charles you have lived with me a considerable time, and it has been always with much pleasure that 1 have remarked the decency, sobriety and diligence of your conduct. These few faults which yot have, further experience and more years will, 1 doubt not, cure* You are now qualified for a better place than mine, and are entitled to higher wages than it is in my power to gi*e. 1 have therefore recommended you to a friend of mine in London, for which place you are to set out, if you approve of it, in a month. But 1 should think it a crime to dismiss you to a situation so full of teaiptatio®*, without giving you some little advice. Listen, therefore, my dear Charles, to what 1 shall say as 1 mean it only for your good. 1 n the first place fear G o d ; and then you will never have an occasion to be afraid of man. Act always in his presenee. Never enter or quit your bed without prtyer. Do always for your master, as you would your master, if you were to change places, should do for you. Endeavour to get a pious friend, but avoid, as you would the plague, all wickcd company. Be cautious of too great familiarity with your ftmale fellow §ervaut«£ aa utilaw&U �10 i«t:er#ewr:e *f l i ^ k i n d will rum you, body »oul. Flee from an alehouse as you would from the devil; if you once get into it, you #ill never be out of it. Keep your money, and your irtoney *ill keep you. Here Charles, is a Bible for y o « ; the more you read it, the more you will love it, the better you will be, and the happier. 1 have written some directions for you in the first page of it. God bless you; and when my race, which is now drawing to its end, shall finish, may we Caeet in heaven. My master's kindness so affected me, that 1 could not answer him for tears. 1 was indeed very glad of going to see so fine a place ac r London, though at the same time i eould not leave a house where 1 had been treated more lika a child than a servant*, without great regret. 1 shall not attempt to describe my parting with Hy mother. No description, 1 am sure, could de justice to the solemn and affectionate manner in which she exorted me to be pious and just, and recommended me to God ih prayer. Her last words 1 shall never forget—'1 know my dear son (said she) that you love me tenderly, ^nd that you would not give me unnecessary pain on any account. Remember then, that whenever yo» 4o any wrong thing, you are planting a dagger in your mother's heart." With these words, he* eyes brim full of tears, and her hands lifted up in silent prayer to God, she turned away from nee, and went into the cottage. And now, Reader, you find me in the great emd dangerous city of London, in the service of a vfcy weastlthjf waster, who kept twelve m v m i * �11 myself. If country people knew London as well as 1 do, how cautious would they be for exchanging their safe and peaceful situations in the country for the perils and temptations of a great city. How many young fellows have 1 known, who lived honestly aud happily in their native place, come up to London in the hope of higher wages, and there forfeit their integrity, their peace of mind, their health ; their character and souls. Workmen in particular are yery fond of getting into large cities, because they think their labour will turn to better account there than in their own villages. They do not consider that in a city, they must give as much for a filthy roo«a, in a filthy house, inhabited by half a dozen families, situated in a close, smokey, dirty street, a« in the country would pay the rent of a cottage and a garden. They do not consider the dearness of provisions in a city, the temptations they are under from bad women, wicked company and the great number of alehouses. In short I am fully persuaded that a labourer in the country, on a shilling a day, is better off than one in a city on two shillings. When I came to my place, I found every thing for the first three or four days very smooth and very pleasant, plenty of provisions, plenty of drink little work, and a very merry servants hall. But soon the face of things, with respect to me, changed very much, and I underwent a severer temptation than I ever experienced before or since Xn the whole course of my life. I had always hitherto been taught feo consider that sobriety and �12 diligent, and piety, were virtues I therefore never swore, I never got drunk, I never gamec^ 1 went to church as often as 1 could, 1 said my prayers night arid morning, and on Sunday at least, if not on other days 1 read a little in my good old master's Bible, But here 1 soon found that all this was the worst vice 1 could be guilty of. As soon as they found me out, it seemed to be a trial of skill amosgst them who should plague me most. One called me a Parson; awother, a Methodist; a third, a conceited Prig; a fourth, a canting Hypocrite. If I went into any other gentleman's kitchen it was all the same; my character flew before me, and many were the jests and laughs rarised both at home and abroad at my expense* In short, during three months, my life wa« a constant amxiety and torment; so that at l^st I i^as almost tempted, God forgive me for the thought, to do as they did, and forfeit my everlasting soul in order to a^oid the present uneasiness. But while things were in this state, I felt myself greatly and unexpectedly relieved. One Sunday morning by a sermon which I happened to hear from our Parish Minister, on the following text, 6 Blessed are ye when men shall revile you and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil of you falsely for my sake, for great is your reward in heaven.6 The excellent discourse which this pious man delivered on these words was so exactly suited to my circumstances and feelings, that it seemed as if it had been addressed solely to me; and it pleased God so to apply what had been said to my heart and under- �It afcandiisg, thai I sot only determined ,*o bear in future the sneers and scoffs of my fellow sefvants with patience and fortitude, but even those very sneers which I formerly considered as my heaviest calamity, were now no longer grievous. From this time, therefore, my uneasiness was pretty well at an end. And I earnestly recommend it to all other servants, who have been so happy as to acquire sober and virtuous habits, not to suffer themselves to be laughed out of their sobriety and virtue by the jests and ridicule of their fellowservants. They may depend upon it that their cause is a good one, and though they suffer for it at first, they will finally triumph. In a short time all my persecution was at an end. 8 T o be sure (said the coachman one day to the cook) Charles is a little too religious, but upon my word I don't think he is the worse of it. Mayhap it might be better for us we were more like him. 1 don't see but that he is as humble, friendly, and worthy a fellow as any amongst us. For my part I shall laugh at him no longer.4 This speech, which I happened accidentally to overhear, gave me great pleasure, and I soon found by the agreeable change in my fellow-servants conduct towards me, that the coachman had expressed the opinion of the whole hall. It is true I did every thing to obtain their good will that lay in my power* I was civil and obliging to every one among them as I possibly could. Was any thing to be done ? if nobody else would do it, I never stopped to consider whether it belonged to my place or not, but did it out of hand. If a,py body toek ii in®* �M Wa he«fl3 to fell out wMh n e, I gei:er&% disarmed feim of his wrath by saying nothing. If any little quarrels, or misfortunes or misconduct, happened in the hall, I always endeavoured to hush it up, and never carried any talcs to the master, unless when I saw any body wronging him, and then I thought it my duty, or unless the thing was very bad indeed. In short, by pursuing always this line of conduct, I found my situation very comfortable and agreeable. My master treated me with great confidence and kindness; my fellow•ervants with great friendliness and respect. In about two years time, the footman that used to go to market being turned away for drunkenness, which vice soon proved his ruin, my master old me, that as he believed I was aa honest and careful young man, and perceiving that I could write and keep aa account, he should ia future employ me'm marketting. T# market, therefore, I went every day, and as I had now a good deal of my master's money always in my haad. 1 prayed heartily to God that he would be pleased to preserve me under the temptation to which this exposed me. My first exploit in this way was the purchase of ten shillings worth of fruit at a fruiterer's. When 1 had finished my bargain, and was coming out of the shop, the fruiterer slipt a shilling into my hand. As 1 had never, to the best of my recollection, seen him before, 1 was somewhat surprized at his generosity; but fortunately had the presence of mind to ask him whether he had charged bis fruit the ~ higher qp ac^punt of thi? present to me. 4 W h y �li yoing man (said lie) tiifa is an and 1 will give you an honest answer. The fact is, that as we know that gentlemen of your cloth expect some compliment from the tradesmen that they deal with we are obliged in our own defence to charge our articles the higher on that account to their masters.' 'And so, (said I) the money you give us, comes finally from the pockets of our masters? *To be sure it does.' ' W h y then, (said I) I will take your shilling, but shall charge my master only nine? shillings. And this method I constantly pursued in the like case ever after;, for I think the above mentioned practice of footmen, which, however, I hope is not very common with them, is just the same in conscienee as if they should rob their master's bureau. One Monday morniug, having settled my account for the last week with my master, 1 found that he had made a mistake against himself of twenty shillings. As soon as 1 discovered it, 1 said to myself, her* B W is an opportunity for O getting twenty shillings without any risk #f detection; but God forbid that 1 should d© it, m it wouli ruin my peace of mind, and destroy my soul. 1 therefore pointed out the error to my master the first opportunity.—'Charles, (said he) you are right the mistake is obvioas* 1 acknowledge 1 made it purposely to try your honesty You will find that this affair will tura out, before long, to your advantage.' Now, though 1 do not think it quite fair ol masters to lay this kind of trap for their servant's integrity, yet a» 1 know h y t h e y sometimes do it, we must be �16 doubly on i>ur guswd* Indeed, dishonesty i« Bever a^fe. It always? will out somehow or other. 1 have seen surprizing instances of the discovery of it, when it seemed to have been committed with such cunning as to be impossible to be detected. One day a» 1 was going to market, 1 met Sir Robert S 'a butler, who told me, that having long observed my sobriety and diligence, he was happy to have it now in his power to offer me a place in his master's family, where my wages would be raised two guineas a yoar. 1 thanKed kiai, and told him he skould have his answer next evening. 1* the mean time 1 called upon a pious and worthy friend, whom 1 consulted in ail difficulties* and asked hit opinion. After mature deliberation, he said, 'Charles, don't go. When you are once got into a good place, stick to it like « leech. The rolling stone gets no *ioss Tke more years you coatinue in one service, the more you are respected by your master and all the world. A good family considers an old servant as one of themselves, and can no more see him want thaa a near relation. Whereas servants that are continually roving from place to place, have no friend in distress, and seldom get a prevision for old age.' Happy it was for me that 1 followed this good advice. If 1 had not, 1 should probably have been nothing more than a poor footman all my life. But before 1 bring my own story to an end, 1 must beg my reader's patience, to listen to the sad hte of my poor brother Tom. ! po©r �17 Tom, he was a great favourite in our kitchen, because he sung the best song, and told the merriest tale, and paid his card money the most freely of any gentleman footman about town. And then he swore so much like a gentleman, and was so complaisant to the ladies, and pushed about the strong beer so merrily, that he was, said our servants, the most agreeable company in the world. And yet all these entertaining qualities did not preserve my poor brother from the most dreadful state of distress and ruin. One morning he came to me about ten o'clock with a very woeful face, which was a thing very unusual for him, and told me, that he had just been turned away from his place without a character, that he had no money, many debts, and no real friends* and what was worse than all, that he was labouring under disease. Tom grew worse every day, and was at length given over. In the morning of that day, while 1 was sitting at his bedside, who should come in but my dear mother. She had walked 130 miles, except now and then a lift in the waggon, to attend upon her undeserving son. When she saw him, pale and emaciated, and his face half consumed by disease, it so shocked her, that she fainted away. As soon as she recovered, and wafc a little relieved by a plentiful flood of tears, she said, • My dear Tom, I am come to take care of thee, and make thee better, if I can, Alas I mother (answered he, putting his clay cold hand into hers) it is all too late. I have but a few hour* to live. It is by neglecting your adti �18 that I am brought to this. Gaming and drink, and bad company, and bad women have been my ruin ! O what will become of my soul! if I could but live my life over again. — Here he was seized with a sudden fit, and though he lived some hours, he never spoke after; and died that evening in my mother's arms. After recounting the sorrowful history of my unhappy brother, I must now hasten to conclude my own. About a twelvemonth after the offer of a place in Sir Robert S 's family, my master, in consideration as he said, of my faithful services, made me his butler. He was indeed so kind and friendly to me on all occasions, that I found it necessary to be extreuiely cautious lest I should grow proud, so saucy, or familiar, which some servants, when they have lived long in a place, and find themselves in favour, are apt to do. After enjoying this post about six years, our family being now removed into the country, I made aquaintance with a farmer's daughter living near the great house, whom on account of her religious and industrious principles, and her amiable and cheerfo] temper, I wished to make my wife. She was no flaunter in fine clothes, none of your dancing, flirting, forward lasses, that run about to christenings, and revels, and hopes, that will ruing a man before he knows where he is; but a pious, sober, stay-at-home, industrious young woman ; else I am sure any body might have had her for me. As I had never been guilty of any unnecessary expense, for nobody will call that ^nneee^ary which I sent �19 yearly to my parents, my savings, the- interest being added yearly to the principal in the hands of my master, amounted to two hundred pounds. And as Fanny's father promised to give her another hundred,! thought we might with this take a small farm, and maintain ourselves comfortably and decently.—I therefore communicated the affair to my master. 'Charles, (said he) though I am loth to part with so good a servant, yet I think it an act of gratitude due to you for your long and faithful services, to consent readily to any thing which may be for your welfare. But I do not think it necessary for us to part at all. I am at present in want of a bailiff. You may, if you approve it, undertake that office, and still retain your present wages. Your father-in-law, who is an experienced farmer, will instruct and assist you in the duties of it. I will, besides, let you a small farm on an advantageous lease, which you may makp the most of for yourself.' T o this kind and generous offer I freely assented. And Fanny and myself have now lived together six years in the farm-house near the park-gate, happy and prosperous. My father being dead, and my brother and sister settled, my mother, who is now very old, lives with me; and by her example and exhortation I find afeenseof religion sink deeper into my soul every day, and indeed I am very well convinced by long experience, that there is nothing in this world can make us truly happy but tharfe. �a® I uddraw thk Utile book, which I wrote by little and little in the long evenings of the last hard winter, to all footmea. I hope they will not be angry with my well meant endeavours, but take kindly what is intended only for their good. �IHfelDfi. # king of Lydia, having expressed an extraordinary inclination to see Solon, that philosopher repaired to Sard is to pay him a visit. The first time he was presented, the king received him seated on his throne, and dressed on purpose in his most sumptuous robes; but Solon appeared not the least astonished at the sight of such a glare of magnificence. " M y friend, said Croesus to him, Fame has every where reported thy wisdom. 1 know you have seen many conntries; but have you ever seen a person dressed so magnificently as 1 am "Yes, replied Solon, the pheasants and peacocks are dressed more magnificently, because their brilliant apparel is the gift of nature, without their taking any thought or paini to adorn themselves." Such an unexpected answer very much surprized Croesus, who ordered his officers to open all his treasures, and shew them to Solon, as also his rich furniture, and whatever was magnificent in his palace. He then sent for him a second time, and asked him if he had ever seen a man, more happy than he was. "Yes, replied Solon, and that man was Tellus, a citizen of Athens, who lived with an unblemished character in a well regulated republic. He left two children much respected, with a moderate fortune for their sub^ sLstence, & at last had the happiness to die sword in hand, after having obtained a victory for his country. The Athenians have erected a monument to his memory on the spot where he fell, and have otherwise paid him great hoonrs." Croesur, �32 Oroesfcg was no hm asteufelved at tfek tlran at the first answer, and began to think Solon was not perfectly right in his senses. " Well, continued Croesus, who is the next happy man to Tellus?"—"There were formerly, replied Solon, two brothers, the one named Cleobis, and the other Biton. They were so robust, that thejf alwaj/s obtained the prize in every sort of combat, and perfectly loved each other. One feast dej/, when the priestess of Juno, their mother, for whom the^ had the most tender affection, was to go to the temple to sacrifice, the oxen that were to draw her thither did not come in time, Cleobis and Biton hereupon fastened themselves to her carriage, and in that manner drew her to the temple. All the matrons in raptures congratulated their mother on having brought two such sons into the world. Their mother, penetrated with emotions of the strongest joy and gratitude, ferventh/ prayed the goddess, that she would bestow on her sons the best gift she had to confer on mortals. Her prayers were heard; for, after the sacrifice, the two sons fell asleep in the temple, and never afterwards awoke. Thus they finished their lives by a tranquil and peaceful death." Croesus could no longer conceal his rage, " W h a t then, said he, do yon not even place me among the number of happy people ? " — " O king of the Lydians, replied Solon, yoM possess great riches, and are master of a great multitude of people; but life is liable to so many changes, that we cannot presume to decide on the felicity of an;y man, until he has finished his mortal career." �Tfie C o u n t r y C l e r g y m a n Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd and still where many a garden flower grown wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose, A man he was, to all the country dear, And passing rich with fort?/ pounds a year; Remote from towns, he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had chang'd nor wish'd to change hii place, Unpractis'd he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour; For other aims his heart had learn'd to prize, More skill'd to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wand'rings, but relieved their pain ; The long remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending, swept his aged breast; The ruin'd spendthrift now no longer proud, Claim'd kindred there, and had his claim allowed The broken soldier, kindlj/ bid to staj/, Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away; Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shewed how fields were won, Pleas d with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quit forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. �24 Thug to relieve the wretched was his prrde, And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's free; But in his duty prompt at even/ call, H e watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all A n d , as a bird each fond endearment tries, T o tempt its new fledg'ed offspring to the skies; H e tried each art, reprov'd each dull delaj/, Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the waj/. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt and pain, by turns disrnay'd, T h e reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down, the trembling wretch to raise And his last faultering accents whispered praise. At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn*d the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevails! with double swaj/, And fools, who came to scoffi remained to pray. T h e service past, around the pious man, W i t h ready zeal each honest rustic ran ; Even children followed with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown to share the good mans, smile. His ready smile a parent's warmth exprest, Their welfare pleas'd him, and their cares distrest T o them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midwaj/ leaves the storm, T h o ' round its breast the rolling clouds are spread Eternal sunshine settles on its head. � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 022: Title-page illustration in double ruled border of a young man in a wig and long coat pointing to 3 urns on a table. Interior scene. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The History of Charles Jones, the Footman. Shewing how he raised himself from the humble station of a foot-boy, to a place of great eminence and trust, by his strict honesty and integrity. 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