I once was near him, when his bailiff brou A Chartist pike. You should have seen

As from a venomous thing: he thought h A mark for all, and shudder'd, lest a cry Should break his sleep by night, and his Should see the raw mechanic's bloody thu Sweat on his blazon'd chairs; but, sir, yo That these two parties still divide the wor Of those that want, and those that have: The same old sore breaks out from age to With much the same result. Now I myse A Tory to the quick, was as a boy Destructive, when I had not what I would. I was at school-a college in the South: There lived a flayflint near; we stole his f His hens, his eggs; but there was law for We paid in person. He had a sow, sir. With meditative grunts of much content, Lay great with pig, wallowing in sun and

Large range of prospect had the mother sow,
And but for daily loss of one she loved,

As one by one we took them-but for this

As never sow was higher in this world

Might have been happy but what lot is pure?

:

That we should mimic this raw fool the world,

Which charts us all in its coarse blacks or whites,

As ruthless as a baby with a worm,

As cruel as a schoolboy ere he grows

To Pity-more from ignorance than will.

ST. SIMEON STYLITES.

ALTHO' I be the basest of mankind,

From scalp to sole one slough and crust of sin,
Unfit for earth, unfit for heaven, scarce meet
For troops of devils, mad with blasphemy,
I will not cease to grasp the hope I hold
Of saintdom, and to clamour, mourn and sob,
Battering the gates of heaven with storms of
Have mercy, Lord, and take away my sin.

Let this avail, just, dreadful, mighty God,
This not be all in vain, that thrice ten years,
Thrice multiplied by superhuman pangs,

In hungers and in thirsts, fevers and cold,

prayer,

In coughs, aches, stitches, ulcerous throes and cramps,

And I had hoped that ere this period cl Thou wouldst have caught me up into th Denying not these weather-beaten limbs The meed of saints, the white robe and

O take the meaning, Lord: I do not Not whisper, any murmur of complaint. Pain heap'd ten-hundred-fold to this, we Less burthen, by ten-hundred-fold, to be Than were those lead-like tons of sin, th My spirit flat before thee.

O Lord, Lord

Thou knowest I bore this better at the fi For I was strong and hale of body then;

And though my teeth, which now are dr Would chatter with the cold, and all my Was tagg'd with icy fringes in the moon, I drown'd the whoopings of the owl with Of pious hymns and psalms, and sometim An angel stand and watch me, as I sang.