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He never set his benefice to hire, Leaving his flock encumber'd in the mire, And ran to London cogging 14 at St. Paul's, To seek himself a chauntery for souls, 15 Or with a brotherhood16 to be enrolld; But dwelt at home, and guarded well his fold, So that it should not by the wolf miscarry ; He was a shepherd, and no mercenary.17
Though holy in himself, and virtuous, He, still, to sinful men was mild and piteous; Not in his speech imperious or malign; Bnt in his teaching soothing and benign. To draw them on to heaven, by reason fair And good example, was his daily care ;But were there one perverse and obstinate, Were he of lofty or of low estate,Him would he sharply, with reproof, astound; A better priest is nowhere to be found.
He waited not on pomp or reverence, Nor made himself a spicèd18 conscience. The lore of Christ and his apostles twelve He taught : but, first, he followed it himselve.
13 hire, he did not leave his
parish duties to be performed by a curate, that he might go to London to seek a chantry at
St. Paul's. 14 cogging, driving or pressing,
from L. cogo, to force. 15 An endowment to pay a priest for
singing or chanting masses for the souls of some persons dead.
16 brotherhood. To be enrolled in
one of the orders of friars, or brethren (frère, Fr. brother), so as to be maintained in a religious
house, in idleness. 17 no mercenary, not a hireling
who did not care for the sheep. 18 spiced conscience, a drugged
conscience which tried to reconcile duty with selfish interest
AN APRIL DAY.1
All day the low-hung clouds have drop:
Their garnered fulness down; All day that soft grey mist hath wrapt
Hill, valley, grove, and town.
I stood to hear-I love it well,
The rain's continuous soundSmall drops, but thick and fast they fell,
Down straight into the ground.
For leafy thickness is not yet
Earth's naked breast to screen, Though every dripping branch is set
With shoots of tender green.
| This piece is finely modernized.
Sure, since I looked at early morn
Those honeysuckle buds Have swelled to double growth ; that thorn
Hath put forth larger studs.?
That lilac's cleaving cones have burst,
The milk-white flowers revealing; Even now, upon my senses, first,
Methinks, their sweets are stealing.
The very earth, the steamy air,
Is all with fragrance rife;
Are flushing into life.
Down, down they come—those fruitful stores !
Those earth-rejoicing drops ! A momentary deluge pours,
Then thins, decreases, stops.
And ere the dimples on the stream
Have circled out of sight,
Breaks forth, of amber light.
But, yet, behold-abrupt and loud,
Comes down the glittering rain ; The farewell of a passing cloud,
The fringes of her train.
? A ine English word for swelling buls.
AUTTIOR UNKNOWN.-Date, Henry VIII.'s reign-1509-1547.
THE hunt is
the hunt is up,
To bring his deer to bay.
The east is bright with morning light,
And darkness it is fled ;
To leave his idle bed.
Behold, the skies, with golden dyes,
Are glowing all around;
grass is green, and so are the treen?
The horses snort to be at sport,
The dogs are running free,
Of Hey tantara tee ree!
All in our lusty green,
To see and to be seen.
i to bay, to turn against the dogs,
as they bay or bark at it. 2 treen, old form for trees. It
childr-en, hos-en, brethr-en, cow-en,
contracted into kine. green, the hunting dress. “Lusty"
is, really, tree-en, like ox-en,
means healthful, joyful.
Awake all men, I say again,
Be merry as you may ;
To bring the deer to bay.
EDMUND SPENSER.--Born, 1553 ; Died, 1599.
This great poet is best known by his “ Fairie Queeno," an allegorical poem, of which only six books out of twelve remain.
Sir Philip Sidney got him appointed Irish Secretary, and he obtained a large grant of land in Ireland, but a rebellion breaking out, he had to flee, and died in London, apparently in distress.
WISDOM, TRUE RICHES.
In vain do men
For they to each such fortune do diffuset
As they do know each can most aptly use. For not that which men covet most is best,
Nor that thing worst which men do most refuse; But fittest is, that all contented rest With that they hold: each hath his fortune in his breast.
accuse, blame Providence for
3 they, the heavens, that is, God's
their bad fortune. 2
providence. 4 diffuse, pour forth, or scatter.