Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1832-07-17
POETRY

[From tho Ncw Vol Minor. l

From the New York Mnor.l
a FRAGMENT or llNEN-ny nHs. stGoveSry.
Otlncu len behiud-O vile rcproach
70 all meat housewiiery. Right glad am
No Nee oil lady, trained in those good days
or pudding making, and OF sampler work,
Aud PICKLES. s0uctlty Of household care
Had h0ppend in TO spy thee. She, doubt,
Keen looking through her spectaccs, would say
Stills coles Of reading books;'' spruce boau,
Essenced and lily handed, had he chanced
To scan thy Sigh, supericies, twould be,
"7Ais c0H,cs ~ crifiRg poetry" Wen, welr
Come forth oifcudcr-hast ihou aught to say9
Canst thoub by merry thought, or quaint couceu
Repay the risk that have run for thee?
Begin at Alpha, and resolve thysef
Into thine olcments-thc VeIdant stalk
And brigh, blue Hover of flax, which erst ou,sprcod
Tia, That gSodly land, where mighty Moses suetch'd
SON stealing ocr blest New England wales,
But 10! the sturdy farmer with his hail
Breaketh thy bones unpity ing-and his wife,
With kerchicrd head and eyes brimrd Of dust
Thy slender nerves with hatchcl-tooth divides
- hear ormusc, aud behold!
The ruddy damscl sngeth at her wheel,
While by her side the rustic lover sits,
Aud as he listencth, secretly doth count
Tho bunch OF skcins, which hangeth on the wall,
ncreosoth day by day. PerchOnce his thought,
(for men hare deeper minds thar 'romen, sTre')
Is calculating what thrifty wife
The. tar-checked girl will make and how his shelve.
WI bend beneath weight of golden cheese
Made by her ample hand, while a many key
And pot of butter TO the market borne
Shall, transmgrntcd, flourish on his back,
AHe'o Thanksgiving Coat
Mine own New England for thine ancient wheel
By sofa and piano quite displaced,
Why hast thou bonisb'd from thy paTlor hearth,
That deep hygean harp, whose magic ruled
Dyspepsia, ms the minstrel shepherds skill
Exercised Sauls onnu.
There was no need
In those oil times Of trim calisthenics,
And there was less of gaddng, and far more
of Monochrome, heart felt comfort rooted strong
In industry. aud bearing precious fruit
Which wealth could never purchase.
But como back
Thou shred of linen! did let thee drop
IN my harangue, wiser have lost
The thread of their discourse. What was thy lot
When the rough battery of the loom has stretched
And knit thy snows, aud the chemist sun
Thy brown complexion bcRched? Nlethinks trace
Some idiosyIcrOsy that marks thee
a defunct pillow Perchance the guest
To the best chamber ushcr'd, did admire
The snowy whitencss of thy ircshcned youth,
Stirring thy vanity sweet babe
Four ITS pure dream of innocence thee.
Say, hast thou listened to the OF pain
When there were none to comfort shrank back
From the dire tossing of the proud mans brow
Or gather'd from young beauty's restless sigh
An untold tale of ove
But why mute
Wilt tell no sccrcts-ha? Well, then 90 down
With all thy close lock'd hoard of curious lore;
In mystery and majesty go down
Into the paper mill, and from its Jaws
stainless and smooth emerge. Happy shall be
such renovatng, If on thy fair page
Wisdom and truth their haowed linoamonts
stamp for postcrity. So shall thine end
Be better than thy birth, and worthicr bard
Ihne apothcsis immortalizc.