Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1833-02-28


lie mourned her; not like modern men;
For ladies were worth having then.
The world was altered in his view,
All things put on yellow hue;
Even ladies, once his chief delight,
Were now offensive to his sight;
In short he pn'd and look'd so i'll,
The Doctor hoped TO get bill.
At last he made vow to hy,
And hide himself from every eye,
Take up his lodgings in a wood.
10 turn Hermit, and grow good
, lie had a child now, you must know,
About twelve month old or so,
Him Philip took up in his arms,
To snatch him from all female charms,
Intending he should never know,
There were such things as girls below;
Put lead an honest Hermit life,
For, said he, "he would lose his wife,
The place he chose for their retreat,
Was once Lions country seat,
For in a wild romantic wood
Hid by the trees from human view,
The sun himself could scarce get thro'.
A little garden till'd by care,
Supplied him his daily fare,
Fresh waler-cresses from the spring,
Turnips, greens, or some such thing;
Hermits don't care much what they eat,
An appetite can make il sweet.
twas here our little Hermit grew,
His father taught him all he knew,
Adapting like cheerful sage,
His lessons to the pupils age.
At five years old, he shew'd him how'rs,
Taught him their various names and pow'rs
Then talked Of Lions, Wolves and Bears,
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Taught him to blow upon reed,
To say his prayers and get the creed
At ten, he ectured him on herbs,
(Better than learning nouns and verbs,)
The names and qualities of trees;
Manners and customs Of The Bees
Then talked Of oysters full Of pearls,
But not word about the girls
At fifteen years he turned his eyes,
To view the wonders of the skies;
Call'd all the stars by their right names,
As you would call on John or James;
And showed him all the signs above;
But not whisper about love.
And now his sixteenth year was nigh,
And yet he hadn't learnt to Sigh;
And sleep and appetite to spare,
He couldn't tell the name for care,
And all because he did mt know
There were such things as girls below;
But now tempest rag d around,
The Hermit's little nest was drown'd
Good by t'ye to poor Philips crop,
u didn't leave tumip top.
Poor Philip griev ID, and his son too,
They pray'd they did mt know what TO do.
II they were hernlts, they must live,
And Wolves have not msch aims to give;
Now in his native town he knew,
He had disciples, rich ones too;
Who would mt let him beg in vain,
But act tho Hermit up again.
But what to do with his young SOM
Pray tell me, what would you have done'
Take him to town. He was afraid,
For what if he should see maid,
In love its sure as he had eyes,
Then, any quantity of sghs.
Leave him at home' the wolves! the bears!
Poor Philip had fathers fears.
In short he did not know what to do,
At last he thought he'd take him too.
And so with truly pous care,
He makes good long winded prayer,
Intended as a sort Of charm
To keep his darling lad from harm,
That is, from pretty ladies wiles-
Especially their eyes and smiles;
Then brushed his coat Of silver grey,
And there you see them on their way;
II was town they all agree,
While there was every thing to see,
AS paintings, statues, and so on,
All that men love to look upon.
Our little lad, you may suppose,
Had never seen so many shows;
lie stands, with open mouth and eyes,
Like one just fallen from the skies
Pointing at ev'ry thing he sees;
whats this, what's that. q there what's these!
Al last he sees charming thing,
What men call angel, when they sing,
Young lady when they speak in prose,
Sweet thing as every bod y knows;
Transported, ravished at the sight,
lie feels strange, but sweet delight,
What's this, what's this, o! heav'ns!' he cries,
That looks SO sweetly with its eyes!
o! shall catch il! is il tame!
What is II, father; What's its name,
Poor Philip didn't know what to saw,
But tried to draw his eyes away.
He cross'd himself, and made vow;
Put is. ms fear'd all's over now!
4 hen priibee, have your wits got oosel
u j. bird that men call Goose.
"a Goose!-O pretty, pretty thing!
And will il sing too, will il sing'
o! come, come quickly, let US run,
That's my good father, catch me one;
Well carry it with us to our cell,
Indeed! indeed, III treat il well.