That from the floor of his paternal home Of rights to him; but he remained well pleased, The fellow labourer and friend of him To whom the small inheritance had fallen. Nor deem that his mild presence was a weight That pressed upon his brother's house; for books Were ready comrades whom he could not tire,Of whose society the blameless man Was never satiate. Their familiar voice, Beguiled his leisure hours; refreshed his thoughts; His introverted spirit; and bestowed Which all acknowledged. The dark winter night, Song of the muses, sage historick tale, Science severe, or word of holy writ Thus soothed at home, thus busy in the field, At length, when sixty years and five were told, A slow disease insensibly consumed The powers of nature; and a few short steps And now, that monumental stone preserves His name, and unambitiously relates How long, and by what kindly outward aids, And, at the touch of every wandering breeze, LESSON CXXXIX. The Alderman's funeral.-SOUTHEY. Stranger. WHOм are they ushering from the world, with all This pageantry and long parade of death? Townsman. A long parade, indeed, Sir, and yet here S. "Tis but a mournful sight, and yet the pomp T. Yonder schoolboy, Aye, what was worth, last week, a good half million, T S. Then he was born T. When first I heard his death, that very wish S. The camel and the needle,- T. Even so. The text Is gospel wisdom. I would ride the camel,— Could pass the narrow gate. S. Your pardon, Sir, But sure this lack of Christian charity T. Your pardon, too, Sir, If, with this text before me, I should feel In the preaching mood! But for these barren fig-trees, We have been told their destiny and use, S. Was his wealth. Stored fraudfully, the spoil of orphans wronged, S. Why judge you then So hardly of the dead? T. For what he left Undone :-for sins, not one of which is mentioned Swore no false oaths, except at the custom-house : Never picked pockets: never bore false-witness: T. As all men know. The virtues of your hundred-thousanders: T. We track the streamlet by the brighter green And livelier growth it gives-but as for this- This was a pool that stagnated and stunk ; S. Yet eyen these Are reservoirs whence publick charity T. Now, Sir, you touch To that hard face. Yet he was always found His alms were money put to interest In the other world,-donations to keep open When, for the trusted talents, strict account S. I must needs Believe you, Sir:-these are your witnesses, How can this man have lived, that thus his death T. Who should lament for him, Sir, in whose heart Love had no place, nor natural charity? The parlour-spaniel, when she heard his step, When yet he was a boy, and should have breathed To give his blood its natural spring and play, Smoke-dried and seared and shrivelled up his heart. So, from the way in which he was trained up, His feet departed not; he toiled and moiled, Poor muck-worm! through his three-score years and ten, And when the earth shall now be shovelled on him, If that which served him for a soul were still Within its husk, 'twould still be dirt to dirt. S. Yet your next newspapers will blazon him For industry and honourable wealth A bright example. T. Even half a million Gets him no other praise. But come this way Faith, with her torch beside, and little Cupids LESSON CXL. Singular Adventure.* COLTER came to St. Louis in May 1810, in a small canoe, from the head waters of the Missouri, a distance of 3000 miles, which he traversed in 30 days. I saw him on his arrival, and received from him an account of his adventures, after he had separated from Lewis and Clark's party; one of these, for its singularity, I shall relate. On the arrival of the party at the head waters of the Missouri, Colter, observing an appearance of abundance of beaver being there, got permission to remain and hunt for some time, which he did in company with a man of the name of Dixon, who had traversed the immense tract of country from St. Louis to the head waters of the Missouri alone. Soon after, he separated from Dixon, and trapped in company with a hunter named Potts; and, aware of the hostility of the Blackfoot Indians, one of whom had been * This account of a perilous adventure of John Colter, is taken from Bradbury's Travels in the Interiour of North America; a publication, says Mc. Diarmid, of great merit and interest. |