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He pass'd his hours in peace. !
But, while he view'd his wealth increase,
While thus along Life's dusty road,
The beaten track content he trod, i
Old Time, / whose haste no mortal spares, i
Uncall d', / unheed'ed, | unawares, I

Brought on his eightieth year. I
And now, one night, I in musing mood, /

As all alone he sate, I
The unwelcome messenger of Fate,

Once more before him stood. / Half kill'd with anger, and surprise, “ So soon return'd' !”, 'old Dodson cries., | 26 Su soon, d’ye call it?" | 'Death replies: : 1 3“ Surely, my friend, I 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 rejoin'di, 1 366 To spare the aged would be kind': 1 However, see your search be le gal; 1 And your author'ity - | is 't re gal?! Else you are come on a fool's' errand, / With but a secretary's warrant. ! Beside', you promis'd me Three Warnings | Which I have look'd for nights, and mornings. But, for that loss of time, and ease, i I can recover damages.” | “I know," cries Death, that, at the best, I seldom am a welcome guest ; ! But don't be captious, friend, at least :) I little thought you'd still be able To stump about your farm', and stable; Your years have run to a great length'; i

I wish you joy, though, of your strength !" But in je st; not button jest. Years at least; not years'at-least

" Hold',” says the farmer, 1 “not so fast! | I have been lame these four years past." | “ And no great wonder,” | Death replies. :/ " However, you still keep your eyes'; 1 And sure, to see one's loves, and friends, | For legs, and arms, would make amends.” | "Perhaps,” says Dodson, “so it might', | But latterly, I've lost my sight.."| “ This is a shocking tale, 't is true, But still there's comfort left for you: Each strives your sadness to amuse 1 I warrant you hear all the news.” | • There's none',” cries he; | " and, if there were, I I’m grown so deaf, I could not hear.” | “Nay', then,” | the spectre stern rejoin'dı, !

“ These are unjus'tifiable yearnings ; | If you are Lame', and Deaf', and Blind',

You ’ve had' your Three sufficient Warnings. I So, come along', i no more we'll part;" | He said, I and touch'd him with his dart. I And now, old Dodson turning pale, | Yields to his fate- so ends my tale.


Oft has it been my lot to mark
A proud, conceited, talking sparkı,
With eyes that hardly serv'd at most', 1
To guard their master 'gainst a post;

Yet round the world the blade has been, I
To see whatever could be seen :/
Returning from his finish'd tour,
Grown ten times perter than before. ; |
Whatever word you chance to drop, I
The travellid fool your mouth will stop. : !

“Sir, if my judgment you 'll allow - 1 I've seen

- 1 and sure I ought to know.” ) So, begs you'd pay a due submission, And acquiesce in his decision. | Two travellers of such a cast, As o'er Arabia's wilds they pass’d, 1 And on their way, in friendly chat, Now talk'd of this', and then of that', Discours'd a while, 'mongst other matter, of the Chameleon's form, I and nature.


"A stranger animal,” cries one, “Sure never liv'd beneath the sun. ! | A lizard's body, I lean, and long, A fish's head', ' a serpent's tongue, I Its foot with triple claw' disjoin'd—| And what a length of tail' behind ! | How slow, its pace. ! | and then its hueWho ever saw so fine a blue ?"| “ Hold there,” | the other quick replies., 1 “ 'Tis green --|I saw it with these eyes', / As late with open mouth, it lay, I And warm’d it in the sunny ray ; ! Stretch'd at its ease', the beast I view'd', / And saw it eat the air for food." | “I've seen it, friend, as well as you', i And must again affirm it blue. I At leisure, I the beast survey'd', Extended in the cooling shade.| “ 'Tis green', 't is green, I can assure ye." “Green !" | 'cries ihe other in a fury, - 1 26. Why', do you think I've lost my eyes' ?” 1 'T were no great loss,” the friend replies., “For, if they always serve you thus', i You 'll find them but of little use." |


So high at last the contest rose', /
From words they almost came to blows. :/
When luckily came by, a third — |
To him the question they referr'd ; |
And begg’d he'd tell them, if he knew', /
Whether the thing was green, or blue. I

“Sirs,” cries the umpire, / “ cease your pother;,
The creature's neither one nor t’other. |
I caught the animal last night,
And view'd il o'er by candle-light : 1
I mark'd it well: - ì 't was black as jeti — ;
You stare — | but I have got it yet', |
And can produce' it.” I “ Pray then do'; \
For I am sure the thing is blue..” |

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“ And I'll' engage | that when you
The reptile, | you'll pronounce him green.” |
“ Well then, I at once to end the doubt,” |
Replies the man, , “ I'll turn him out : |
And, when before your eyes I've set him, |
If you don't find him black, | I 'll eat him.” I
He said ; then full before their sight,
Produc'd the beast', ) and lo! — 't was white !!

Both stared :/ the man look'd wondrous wise — 1 “My children," l 'the chameleon cries, (Then first the creature found a tongue) 2. You all are right, I and all are wrong : 1 When next you talk of what you view, Think others see as well as you': 1 Nor wonder if you find that none.

1 Prefers your eye-sight to his own

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(Written after the death of a sister-in-law.]

Answer me, burning stars of night! |

Where hath the spirit gone, |
That, past the reach of human sight,

E'en as a breeze, hath flown, ?
And the stars answer'd me, | “We roll

In light, and power on high'; 1
But, of the never-dying soul',

Ask things that cannot die !” |
O many-toned, and chainless wind ! |

Thou art a wanderer free', /
Tell me if thou its place canst find',

Far over mount, and sea, ?|
And the wind murmur'd in reply', - |

“ The blue deep I have cross'd', / And met its barks, and billows high', /

But not what thou hast lost!|
Ye clouds that gorgeously repose

Around the setting sun',
An'swer! | have ye a home for those

Whose earthly race is run' ? |
The bright clouds answer'd, - | “We depart,

We van'ish from the sky.; 1
Ask what is deathless in thy heart', |

For that which cannot die!" |
Speak, then, thou voice of God within.!!

Thou of the deep low tone! |
Answer me! | through life's restless din',

Where hath the spirit flown? |
And the voice answer'd, - 1 “Be thou still !!

Enough to know is givi'n;
Clouds, winds, and stars their task fulfil,

Thine is to trust in Heav 'n!” |

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