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Inch-thick the dust lay on the ground, For it had long been droughty weather: So with his staff the Cripple wrought Among the dust, till he had brought The halfpennies together.
It chanced that Andrew passed that way Just at the time; and there he found The Cripple in the mid-day heat Standing alone, and at his feet
He saw the penny on the ground.
He stooped and took the penny up:
And hence I say, that Andrew's boys Will all be trained to waste and pillage; And wished the press-gang or the drum Would, with its rattling music, come— And sweep him from the village.
In the School of
is a Tablet, on which are inscribed, in gilt letters, the Names of the several Persons who have been Schoolmasters there since the Founda tion of the School, with the Time at which they entered upon and quitted their Office. Opposite one of those Names the Author wrote the following Lines.
IF Nature, for a favourite Child
Read o'er these lines; and then review
In such diversity of hue
Its history of two hundred years.
-When through this little wreck of fame,
Cypher and syllable! thine eye
Has travelled down to Matthew's name,
Pause with no common sympathy.
And, if a sleeping tear should wake,
Then be it neither checked nor stayed:
Which for himself he had not made.
Poor Matthew, all his frolics o'er,
Far from the chimney's merry roar,
The sighs which Matthew heaved were sighs
Yet, sometimes, when the secret cup
He felt with spirit so profound.
-Thou Soul of God's best earthly mould !
Thou happy Soul! and can it be
That these two words of glittering gold
Are all that must remain of thee?
TWO APRIL MORNINGS.
WE walked along, while bright and red
Uprose the morning sun;
And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said,
"The will of God be done!"
A village Schoolmaster was he,
With hair of glittering gray;
As blithe a man as you could see
On a spring holiday.
And on that morning, through the grass,
And by the steaming rills,
We travelled merrily, to pass
A day among the hills.
"Our work," said I," was well begun;
Then, from thy breast what thought,
So sad a sigh has brought?”
A second time did Matthew stop;
And fixing still his eye
Upon the eastern mountain-top,
To me he made reply:
"Yon cloud with that long purple cleft
Brings fresh into my mind
A day like this which I have left
Full thirty years behind.
"And just above yon slope of corn
Such colours, and no other,
Were in the sky, that April morn,
Of this the very brother.
"With rod and line I sued the sport
Which that sweet season gave,
And, coming to the church, stopped short
Beside my daughter's grave.