"THERE BY THE LIGHT OF THIS OLD LAMP THEY SATE.'
Of fathers, but with patient mind enforced To acts of tenderness; and he had rocked His cradle as with a woman's gentle hand.
And, in a later time, ere yet the boy Had put on boy's attire, did Michael love, Albeit of a stern unbending mind,
To have the young one in his sight, when he Had work by his own door, or when he sat With sheep before him on his shepherd's stool Beneath that large old oak, which near their door Stood, and from its enormous breadth of shade, Chosen for the shearer's covert from the sun, Thence in our rustic dialect was called
The CLIPPING TREE, a name which yet it bears. There, while they two were sitting in the shade, With others round them, earnest all and blithe, Would Michael exercise his heart with looks Of fond correction and reproof bestowed Upon the child, if he disturbed the sheep By catching at their legs, or with his shouts
Scared them, while they lay still beneath the shears. And when by Heaven's good grace the boy grew up A healthy lad, and carried in his cheek Two steady roses that were five years old;
Then Michael from a winter coppice cut
With his own hand a sapling, which he hooped With iron, making it throughout in all Due requisites a perfect shepherd's staff, And gave it to the boy; wherewith equipt He as a watchman oftentimes was placed At gate or gap, to stem or turn the flock; And to his office prematurely called,
There stood the urchin, as you will divine, Something between a hindrance and a help ; And for this cause not always, I believe, Receiving from his father hire of praise; Though naught was left undone which staff or voice, Or looks, or threatening gestures, could perform.
But soon as Luke, full ten years old, could stand, Against the mountain blasts, and to the heights, Not fearing toil, nor length of weary ways, He with his father daily went, and they Were as companions. Why should I relate That objects which the shepherd loved before Were dearer now? that from the boy there came Feelings and emanations- things which were Light to the sun and music to the wind; And that the old man's heart seemed born again?
Thus in his father's sight the boy grew up: And now, when he had reached his eighteenth year, He was his comfort and his daily hope.
While in this sort the simple household lived From day to day, to Michael's ear there came Distressful tidings. Long before the time Of which I speak, the shepherd had been bound In surety for his brother's son, a man
Of an industrious life, and ample means; But unforeseen misfortunes suddenly
Had prest upon him and old Michael now
Was summoned to discharge the forfeiture,
A grievous penalty, but little less
Than half his substance. This unlooked-for claim,
At the first hearing, for a moment took
More hope out of his life than he supposed That any old man ever could have lost.
As soon as he had armed himself with strength To look his trouble in the face, it seemed The shepherd's sole resource to sell at once A portion of his patrimonial fields.
Such was his first resolve; he thought again, And his heart failed him. "Isabel," said he, Two evenings after he had heard the news, “I have been toiling more than seventy years, And in the open sunshine of God's love Have we all lived; yet if these fields of ours Should pass into a stranger's hand, I think That I could not lie quiet in my grave. Our lot is a hard lot; the sun himself Has scarcely been more diligent than I; And I have lived to be a fool at last To my own family. An evil man That was, and made an evil choice, if he Were false to us; and if he were not false, There are ten thousand to whom loss like this Had been no sorrow. I forgive him ; —but 'Twere better to be dumb than to talk thus.
"When I began, my purpose was to speak Of remedies and of a cheerful hope. Our Luke shall leave us, Isabel; the land Shall not go from us, and it shall be free; He shall possess it, free as is the wind. That passes over it. Another kinsman In this distress.
We have, thou know'st, - he will be our friend
Thriving in trade — and Luke to him shall go, And with his kinsman's help and his own thrift He quickly will repair this loss, and then
He may return to us. What can be done?
If here he stay, Where every one is poor,
At this the old man paused,
And Isabel sat silent, for her mind
Was busy, looking back into past times.
There's Richard Bateman, thought she to herself, He was a parish boy at the church door
They made a gathering for him, shillings, pence, And half-pennies, wherewith the neighbors bought A basket, which they filled with peddler's wares; And with his basket on his arm, the lad Went up to London, found a master there, Who, out of many, chose the trusty boy
To go and overlook his merchandise
Beyond the seas where he grew wondrous rich, And left estates and moneys to the poor, And, at his birthplace, built a chapel floored With marble, which he sent from foreign lands. These thoughts, and many others of like sort, Passed quickly through the mind of Isabel, And her face brightened. The old man was glad, And thus resumed: "Well, Isabel! this scheme, These two days, has been meat and drink to me. Far more than we have lost is left us yet. -We have enough - I wish indeed that I Were younger; - but this hope is a good hope. Make ready Luke's best garments, of the best Buy for him more, and let us send him forth To-morrow, or the next day, or to-night;
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