Rural Ode for January. Sees here established her perennial way; While thro' the midnight, throne-involving cloud, A voice thus forces its resistless way; Seek, Powers tumultuous, dignified employ ; Go, wreak your rage on man, each blissful scene destroy!' ANTISTROPHE. All obey, and shouts, that tear The vaulted heavens, his mandate hail; Lo! the dreaded, hideous train No more the verdant prospect charms the eye, Nature, o'erwhelmed, seems sunk in icy years; The child of sorrow heaves a pitying sigh. Yet, holding stern their course, the cheering day, And gladness, peace, and hope, they frighten far away. EPODE. This is thy dreaded sway, Such terrors, Winter, thine. Lo! Superstition rears her gorgon head, And rouse to vulgar view the sheeted dead. See the spectres, shadowy, pale! Heaven preserve my aching sight! O that again those peace-clad days were known, When o'er our happy plains the sun's mild radiance shone.' STROPHE. Let thy horrors chill their soul, But has not surly Winter charms for you? ANTISTROPHE. Calm and studious may I sit, Or the blooming portraits view, And pour instruction on the heart. EPODE. Nor be forgot the band, Who wisdom brought from heaven; Their praise the enduring lip of Time shall sing. To minds like theirs is given To bless their native land, And spurn dull earth, on philosophic wing." While gazing crowds below admire, With bards of eldest time high converse hold; Oft too may Fancy's wildly-warbled strains Rouse, calm, direct the passion-moulded soul. Such joys for me, till when I see Fair-blooming Spring bedeck the fields; Fly then Despair, and sullen Care, Even gloomy Winter pleasure yields. Despondency Heaven ne'er for man designed, But framed each season's change to rouse and teach his mind. Cowper's "Winter Evening." ARGUMENT. The post comes in. The newspaper is read. The world contemplated at a distance. Address to Winter. The rural amusements of a winter evening compared with the fashionable ones. Address to Evening. A brown study. Fall of snow in the evening. The wagoner. A poor family piece. The rural thief. Public houses. The multitude of them censured. The farmer's daughter: what she was, what she is. The simplicity of country manners almost lost. Causes of the change. Desertion of the country by the rich. Neglect of magistrates. The militia principally in fault. The new recruit and his transformation. Reflection on bodies corporate. The love of rural objects natural to all, and never to be totally extinguished. THE MAIL. THE POSTMAN AND HIS BUdget. HARK! 't is the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, 'THE NEWS,' FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC. THE COMFORTABLE WINTER EVENING FIRESIDE. THE THEATRE.PARLIAMENT. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, Nor his, who patient stands till his feet throb, THE NEWSPAPER DESCRIBED. A MAP OF LIFE. This folio of four pages, happy work! Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns? THE POLITICAL ASPIRANT. THE SUPPLE DEMAGOGUE. On the summit see The seals of office glitter in his eyes; And with a dexterous jerk soon twists him down, Here rills of oily eloquence in soft VARIED CONTENTS OF THE NEWSPAPER. A MEDLEY. Cataracts of declamation thunder here; Teeth for the toothless, ringlets for the bald, And Katerfelto,' with his hair on end At his own wonders, wondering for his bread. A PEEP AT THE WORLD FROM THE LOOP-HOLES OF A COUNTRY RETREAT. "T is pleasant through the loop-holes of retreat To peep at such a world; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear. Thus sitting, and surveying thus at ease The globe and its concerns, I seem advanced To some secure and more than mortal height, That liberates and exempts me from them all. THE RURAL PHILOSOPHER RETAINS HUMAN SYMPATHIES, WITHOUT BEING BETRAYED BY HUMAN PASSIONS. It turns submitted to my view, turns round The tumult, and am still. The sound of war VOYAGES AND TRAVELS AT HOME. He travels and expatiates, as the bee Shortening his journey between morn and noon, CITY POMPS AND DISSIPATIONS. — OCCUPATIONS AT THE No rattling wheels stop short before these gates; No powdered, pert proficient in the art Of sounding an alarm assaults these doors NEEDLE-WORK. But here the needle plies its busy task, The pattern grows, the well-depicted flower, Wrought patiently into the snowy lawn, Unfolds its bosom; buds, and leaves, and sprigs, And curling tendrils, gracefully disposed, Follow the nimble finger of the fair; A wreath that cannot fade, or flowers that blow With most success when all besides decay. READING ALOUD TO THE FAMILY CIRCLE; MUSIC. The poet's or historian's page by one Made vocal for the amusement of the rest; The sprightly lyre, whose treasure of sweet sound The touch from many a trembling chord shakes out; And the clear voice symphonious, yet distinct, And in the charming strife triumphant still; Beguile the night, and set a keener edge On female industry: the threaded steel Flies swiftly, and unfelt the task proceeds. THE RURAL SUPPER. The volume closed, the customary rites FAMILY CONVERSATION. MIRTH CHASTENED BY PIETY. Discourse ensues, not trivial, yet not dull, PROVIDENCES ESPECIALLY IN OUR SPIRITUAL PROGRESS. Themes of a graver tone, Exciting oft our gratitude and love, The dangers we have 'scaped, the broken snare, O evenings worthy of the gods ! exclaimed THE THEATRE NOT NECESSARY TO THE ENJOYMENT OF THE Is Winter hideous in a garb like this? Sees not a countenance there that speaks of joy CARDS UNNECESSARY. THE WINGS OF TIME. Cards were superfluous here, with all the tricks That idleness has ever yet contrived To fill the void of an unfurnished brain, To palliate dulness, and give time a shove. Time, as he passes us, has a dove's wing, Unsoiled, and swift, and of a silken sound; But the world's time is time in masquerade! Theirs, should I paint him, has his pinions fledged With motley plumes; and, where the peacock shows His azure eyes, is tinctured black and red With spots quadrangular of diamond form, Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, And spades, the emblem of untimely graves. DICE. BILLIARDS. FASHION. What should be and what was an hour-glass once, Becomes a dice-box, and a billiard-mace Well does the work of his destructive scythe. Thus decked, he charms a world whom fashion blinds To his true worth, most pleased when idle most; Whose only happy are their wasted hours. THE PRECOCIOUSLY FASHIONABLE MISS. Even misses, at whose age their mothers wore But truce with censure. Roving as I rove, Where shall I find an end, or how proceed? FASHIONABLE FOLLIES. A SIMILE. As he that travels far oft turns aside To view some rugged rock or mouldering tower, Which seen delights him not; then coming home Describes and prints it, that the world may know How far he went for what was nothing worth; So I, with brush in hand and palette spread, With colors mixed for a far different use, Paint cards, and dolls, and every idle thing, That fancy finds in her excursive flights. DESCRIPTIVE APOSTROPHE TO EVENING. — THE EVENING STAR. -THE MOON. Come, Evening, once again, season of peace! On bird and beast, the other charged for man CALM COMPOSURE THE GIFT OF EVENING. — THE LIGHTED Come, then, and thou shalt find thy votary calm. Or make me so. Composure is thy gift: And, whether I devote thy gentle hours To books, to music, or the poet's toil, To weaving nets for bird-alluring fruit, Or twining silken threads round ivory reels, When they command whom man was born to please, I slight thee not, but make thee welcome still. Just when our drawing-rooms begin to blaze With lights, by clear reflection multiplied From many a mirror, in which he of Gath, Goliah, might have seen his giant bulk Whole without stooping, towering crest and all, My pleasures too begin. PARLOR TWILIGHT. — VISIONS IN THE EMBERS; SIGNS ON THE But me perhaps So spent in parlor twilight: such a gloom Laugh ye, who boast your more mercurial powers, That never felt a stupor, know no pause, REVERY A REPOSE OF THE MIND. "T is thus the understanding takes repose In indolent vacuity of thought, [proach. And sleeps, and is refreshed. Meanwhile the face Were tasked to his full strength, absorbed and lost. COMFORT WITHIN; THE STORM WITHOUT. — SCENERY BEFORE How calm is my recess, and how the frost, Raging abroad, and the rough wind, endear The silence and the warmth enjoyed within! I saw the woods and fields at close of day A variegated show; the meadows green, Though faded; and the lands, where lately waved The golden harvest, of a mellow brown, Upturned so lately by the forceful share. I saw far off the weedy fallows smile With verdure not unprofitable, grazed By flocks, fast feeding, and selecting each His favorite herb; while all the leafless groves That skirt the horizon wore a sable hue, Scarce noticed in the kindred dusk of eve. THE FIRST SNOW-STORM. To-morrow brings a change, a total change! Which even now, though silently performed, And slowly, and by most unfelt, the face Of universal nature undergoes. Fast falls a fleecy shower: the downy flakes Descending, and with never-ceasing lapse, Softly alighting upon all below, Assimilate all objects. Earth receives Gladly the thickening mantle; and the green And tender blade, that feared the chilling blast, Escapes unhurt beneath so warm a veil. PATIENCE AND SYMPATHY. In such a world, so thorny, and where none Finds happiness unblighted; or, if found, Without some thistly sorrow at his side; It seems the part of wisdom, and no sin TRAVELLING THROUGH THE SNOW. Ill fares the traveller now, and he that stalks To the clogged wheels; and in its sluggish pace THE TEAMSTER; BLEST WITH HARDIHOOD. HUMANITY TO TEAMS IN WINTER. Thy days roll on exempt from household care; Thy wagon is thy wife; and the poor beasts, That drag the dull companion to and fro, Thine helpless charge, dependent on thy care, Ah, treat them kindly! rude as thou appear'st, Yet show that thou hast mercy! which the great, With needless hurry whirled from place to place, Humane as they would seem, not always show. THE COTTAGE LABORERS IN WINTER. THEIR SCANTY FUEL. Poor, yet industrious, modest, quiet, neat, Such claim compassion in a night like this, And have a friend in every feeling heart. Warmed, while it lasts, by labor, all day long They brave the season, and yet find at eve, Ill clad and fed but sparely, time to cool. The frugal housewife trembles when she lights Her scanty stock of brushwood, blazing clear, But dying soon, like all terrestrial joys. The few small embers left she nurses well; And, while her infant race, with outspread hands, And crowded knees, sit cowering o'er the sparks, Retires, content to quake, so they be warmed. The man feels least, as more inured than she To Winter, and the current in his veins |