The Yazoo Democrat., 1858-10-16
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THE LAWYERS FAREWELL TO MS
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BY SIR WILLIAM BLACKSTONE.


BY SIR WILLIAM BLACKSTONE.
As, by some tyrant's stern command,
wretch forsakes his native land,
In foreign climes condemned to roam
An endless exile from his home: +.
Pensiye he treads the destined way,
And breads to go, nor dares to stay, IN.
lil on some neighhoring mountains brow
lie stops. and turns his eyes below; r.
There, melting at the well-known view,
Props last tear, and bids adieu:
So |, thus doomed from thee to part,
Gay queen of fancy and Of art,
Reluctant move, with doubtful mind,
Oft stop, and often look behind.
Companion of my tender age,
Serenely gay and sweetly sage
How blithesome were we won't to rove
By verdant hill or shady grove,
When fervent bees, with humniing voice,
Around the honey'd oak rejoice;
And aged elms with awful bend
In long cathedral walks extend
Lull'd by the lapse of gliding foods,
Cheered by the warbliRg of the woods,
How bless'd my days my thoughts how fres,
Then all was joyous, all was young,
And years unheeded rolled along
And now the pleasing dream is DER,
These scenes must charm me now no more
Lost to the fields, and torn from you
Farewell la long, a last adeu.
Me wrangling co1rts, and stubborn law,
To smoke, and crowds and cities draw:
There selfish faction rules the day,
And pride and avarice throng the way
Diseases taint the murky air,
And midnight cOnfagrations glare;
Loose ReVelry, and Riot bold
In frighted streets their orgies hold;
Or, where in silence all is drown'd,
Fell Murder walks his lonely round;
No room for peace, no room for you,
Adieu, celestial nymph, adieu
Shakespeare no more, thy sylvan son,
Nor all the arts of Addison,
Pope's heaven-sEung Tyre. nor Waler's ease,
Nor Milton's mighty self, must please;
Instead of these a formal baud,
ln furs and colts, around me stand;
With sounds uncouth and cccnts dry,
That CRATE the soul of harmony. ..
Each redant sage unlocks his store
Of mystic, dark, discordant lore
And points with tottering hand the ways
That lead me to the thorny maze.
There, in o winding close retreat,
l. justice doomcl to fix her seat;
There, fenced by bulwarks Of the law,
She keeps the wondering world in awe;
And there, from WI gar sight retired,
Like Eastern queens, is more admired.
Oh. let me pierce the secret shade
Where dwells the venerable maid
There humby mark, with reyerent awe,
The guardian Of Britannia's law;
Unfold with joy her sacred page,
The united boast of many an age;
Where mixed yet uniform appears
The wisdom Of y thousand years.
in that pure spring the bottom view,
Clear, deep, and regularly true;
And other doctrines thence imbibe
Than lurk within the sordd scribe;
Observe how parts With parts unite
In one harmonious rule of right;
See countless wheels distinctly tend
BY various laws to one great end: g.t
While mighty Alfreds piercing soul
Pervades, and regulates the whole.
Then welcome business, welcome strife,
We e'come the cares, the thorns Of life, a
The visage wan, the pore-blind sight,
The toll by day the lamp at night,
The tedious forms, the solemn prate,
The pert dispute, the full debae,
The drowsy bench, the babbling Hall,
For thee, fair justice, welcome all
Thus, though my noon of life be passd,
Yet, let my setting sun, ut last,
Find out thee still the rural CELL B
Where sage Retirement loves to dwell!
There let me taste the homefelt bliss
OF innocence, and inward peace h
Untainted by the guilty bribe, gg
Uncutsed amid the happy tribe e'i0pf
No orphans cry to wound my ear;
My honor and my conscience clear;
Thus may calmly meet my end, 'hi. /
Thus to the grave in peaca descend 9shn1 4