The Northern star, and farmers' and mechanics' advocate. [volume] (Warren, R.I.) 1830-1834, 1834-08-09
WARREN, r.. I. SATURDAY, AUGUST 8, 1884.
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From the Polyanlhos.

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From the Polyanthos.
In the perusal Of the Village Curate. we fnl
the various birds that fill the vale with cheerfn
sound Of woodland harmony" form q subject o
meditation for Alcanor and his attendapts. Fol
each Of the ieathesed songsters they find parable
among the various classes Of mankind
Now we hear
The golden wood -pecker, that like the fool
Laughs loud at nothing. Now the restless pys,
80 pert aud garuIous. A gossip she,
And she has been 10 town to learn the news.
. you shalt hear her tell, how being hid
In goody Grabson's beans, she overheard
The tattng danes relate, Lord, what dye think
The Parsons to be manied-Be.ty Bounce
Will soon be brought to bed--the squire is sick
Julia has parted with her maid--ihey say
eliza paints, and Isabei's a .simew--- -
More taxes yet-the minister's fool
Corn will be cheap-what shall we farmers do p
My lady Bountiiul has had tit
Ay, let her die--they say she means to leave
A fortune to the poor good rest to her soul
She II no better than she should be--that
"rwixt you and l.'-And SO from morn to night
Your scandal-nOnger prates, and tells > GU all
The secret springs that actuate the state,
The minister, the people. She can see,
With half an eye, who stands who falls, who rises,
Who little merits, and who best deserves,
And so she murders Truth and propagates
I he public lie, extortng many tear
And many sigh from wounded innocence.
Observe the glossy raven in the grass.
Making rude courtseip to his negro mate.
. he's a fatterer. and in his song,
If such il may be called, her charms recites
lie tells her OF her bosom black as jet,
Her taper leg, her penetrating eye,
Her length OF beak, her soft and silky wing
Her voice SO tunabe then waddles round,
Begins ngain. and hopes she will be Kind.
But all in vain. Alarmed he cIaps his wing
And flies she much against her will pursues.
The author follows the Curate through
the remainder OF his rambles, and thus
concludes the second division Of his po-
EN- (;
So have we sung Alcanor andtbe fair,
Through the slow walk and long beloitered day
OF early summer. Let him read that will
And blame me not. if in an afternoon
| hardly stray single mile from home.
II is my hunior. Let him speed that will.
And fly like cannon shot from post to post
love TO stop. and quit the public road,
To gain summit, take a view, or pluck
An unknown blossom. What if dismount,
Uunder the pleasant lee. or idly roam
Athwart the pasture, diligent TO mark
What passess next D
love my liberty, and if I sing,
Will sing to please myself, bound BY M RE.
The subject Of no aw.-I cannot think
Fhe path Of excellence is only hit
By servile imitation. In path
Peculiarly his own, great handel went,
And justly merits our applause, though not
The Homer Of his art. In a new path
Went Shak espeare, nobly launched forth,
And who shall say he has not found perfection,
Though not Sophocles. Ye shallow wits,
Who bid us coast in the learned track,
Nor quit the sight Of shore, there is an art
A world unknown, whose treasures only he
Shall spy, and well deserve, who proudly scorns
The withered laurel, and exuing steers
Far from the customed way. My slender bark
Perchance has rushed into boislerous sea,
That soon shall cverwhelm her yet fear
No storms the furious elements can rouse,
And if fail, shall deem it noble still
10 founder in a brave attempt. Once more
The cheerful breeze sets fair we fill our sail
And scud before il. When the critick starts,
And Angriy unties his bags wind.
Then we lay to, and lei the blast 60 by.