Hush-silent hearers profit most- Proved kinder to them than the coast, But such a tree! 'twas shaven deal, And had a hollow with a wheel Their roofless home they fixed, Four ivory eggs soon pave its floor, The mother-bird is gone to sea, No-Soon as from ashore he saw Then perching at his consort's side, The seaman with sincere delight, For seamen much believe in signs, Hail, honoured land! a desert where Whom nothing could divide. “The tale is faunded on an article of intelligence which the author found in the Buckinghamshire Herald, for Saturday, June 1, 1793, in the following words. "Glasgow, May 23. "In a block, or pulley, near the head of the mast of a gabet, now lying at the Bromeslaw, there is a chaffinch's nest and four eggs. The nest was built while the vessel lay at Greenock, and was followed hither by both birds. Though the block is occasionally lowered for the inspection of the curious, the birds have not forsaken the nest. The cock however, visits the nest but seldom, while the hen never leaves it but when she descends to the hull for food." On a Spaniel called Beau, killing a young Bird. A spaniel, Beau, that fares like you, Well fed, and at his ease, But you have killed a tiny bird, Nor did you kill that you might eat, For him, though chased with furious heat, Nor was he of the thievish sort," Beau's Reply. Sir, when I flew to seize the bird You cried-forbear-but in my breast Yet much as nature I respect, And when your linnet on a day, I only kissed his ruffled wing, Let my obedience then excuse If killing birds be such a crime, Beau was Mr. Cowper's favourite Dog, and often accompanied him in his walks. Those who possess Cowper's entire works, will find Beau celebrated in the verses, The Dog and the Water Lily. The verses to Mrs. Anne Bodham, on receiving from her a net-work purse made by herself, are lively and epigrammatic, expressive of the cordiality and sportiveness with which Cowper treated the friends whom he loved. My gentle Anne, whom heretofore, I danced and fondled on my knee I, therefore, as a proof of love, The best things kept within it. THE CASTAWAY. The date of this piece is March 20, 1799. It is the last original effort of Cowper, and as such, a melancholy interest is attached to it. The Castaway is founded upon an incident recorded in Lord Anson's voyage. A sailor fell overboard, but the force of the wind and the roughness of the sea frustrated every effort which could be made to save his life, and he was drowned. Obscurest night involved the sky, The Atlantic billows roared, He loved them both, but both in vain, Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away; But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life. He shouted; nor his friends had failed But so the furious blast prevailed, They left their outcast mate behind, Some succour yet they could afford; The cask, the coop, the floating cord, But he (they knew) nor ship nor shore, Nor, cruel as it seemed, could he He long survives, who lives an hour And so long he, with unspent power And ever as the minutes flew, At length his transient respite past, No poet wept him: but the page That tells his name, his worth, his age, And tears by bards or heroes shed, |