The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1858-12-10

| ifsr, RIutton, and thief-
| But now I'm perfect Ia all truth,
| And OF the second birth am chief
Yet, In your bosoms deeply hid
| me same vile thoughts clearly see,-
Iou'd wish TO do 40 once did,
>, And drink ,:and lie, and steai1like me-"
| de ssund tho apples and the pears
Ths nuts ne crackd and gulp'd 90 quick
| WITH guava. ginger, and such wares,
We thought each minute he'd be sick.
| But of old wine he would not hear,
Twas the souls poison he'd declare
He who would taste drop of beer
Would go-he would not tell us where.
| lie couldn't find happier use
For his now c'eahsd aud reverend hand,
Then twisting cartropes In a moose
For every brewer In tho land.
"The gloom of sin Is on you all;
Your Charms he looked on Alice Hay,)
Are but your leaders to fall,
| - You're broken Gisterps. Let rs pray"
He pray'd, exp p,rnded-breathirg fast
30 loaded to the brim was he,
Then through the ante room he pass'd
Aud recommended his work at tea.
He dwarft us as dingy hulk,
Mud flPd, on Thames sludgy tide
with broaden'd bows and shapeless bulk
Dwarfs the regatta's pismy PRIDE
He sat and on the shining row
VI Hay's young daughters fixed his stares,-
And said, - II hll'd his heart with woe
10 know what wicked thoughts were theirs
he knew what envy, hatred, pr d.,
Aud darker passions ragged within;
! lie knew their force, for he had tried
+. And dEnuk the very dregs Of sim
And Mary blush'd, and Alice paled,
And little Susan laugh'd and grinn'd
To think her sisters e'er had fal'd
In duty, or in thought had sinn'd.
For all the three we're pure as glass;
Which made our witty Sparker say,
=" II 1t were true all flesh was grass,
The very best Of it was Hsy''
And they had such lofty grace
Such modest and delightful girls -
10 every motion you could trace
The bluest blood of northern earle.
But old and young he blamed alike
And said such horrid words VOW
Our dear old maid Sibylla Spike,
was one great blush from chin to brow
He told Sibylla, poor old soul,
Thatshe was halfinclined to Rome
And having gorgsd his butter'd roll
And thirteenth cup. he wadded home
PART SIXTH.
A terrible change ,rnes upon he Parish. and we
- hate each other amazingly.
Sir Smfis said, I" his dander riz,"
And he was purple with amaze
To think libeller of his
Should have been asked TO dine at Gray's-
Twas q hunfriendly hact to do"
But Gray retorted; Whilk replied;
And in another month or two
We all took or others side
And dinners ceased, and when met
We passed, aud cut each other dead;
The cody scorn'd the worldly set,"
The worldly to.s'd its scornfui head;
And half the girls-the ugly half
Were fiifd with righteousness and bate,
And met our sides contemptous laugh,
BY glOatiDg DER our future fate.
All the thick ankles learn'd to sneer
At feet too small to be forgiven;
And Sparker said, twas very clear,
F.assoles would win the race to heaven.
Tho dowdy maids adorsd their Nav,
And did whatever he decresd,
And soon despised the moral law
As very weak skim>milk indeed
Aud bought stock of curious thinRs
And tickete3 them off in lots;
Strong " Calls for Abyssinia1 kings,
And pretty Tales for Hottentots
And soups and shiilings reach'd no more
The cos,aser, his griefs to ease,
But tracts were left at every door
Ageinat such wicked works as these!
There were no meetings on the green,
Nor children's dances after teal
What frowns would settle on the scene,
How busy SANDERS tongue would bel
Sweet Alice Hay-swest Bessy Bell,
We're sh ock'd and terrified awhile,
They thought-they fesr'd-they couldn't tell
Had they indeed been lost and vilet
Had they no happy thoughts Of love,
No kindness for the poor and weak?
Were they shut ont from hopes aboveg
And we're thsy--1hat they could not speak,
On Bessy Bell!-oh! Alice Hny
Trust not such breath with falsehood frauQh..
That fetid breath would dim for aye
The crystal mirror of your thought.
Clesns'd are your breasts and freed from sin
by Tue sweet Uuthcu tuey CONTAIN,
Like the small manger at the Inn
Where the redseming Child has lain.
Therefore, fair blossoms Of the tree
That ripeps meath the Christian sun,
Grow to rich fruits Of charity,
Grow till the autumus prize be won.
Then shall the blessings of the poor,-
The parents love, the sisters kiss, -
Show how true hearts-in faith secure
Make Heaven Of such a world as this
Wilding would never come TO Church,
He said his MUD was i'll at ease
And then began to search and search
Into old councils and decress;
But tired Of all, and soon began
To let his thoughts be eastward drawn,
And quoted from the Alcoran,
Or as he called it,, FL Koraun,
And frighten'd his poor simple wife
By talking Of some extra wives
"He knew some Muslm"-on his life,
''They led most reputable lives"
And Whik became Puseyite,
With crimson crosses on his Prayers,
And came to Church, as if in spite,
To show his semi.popish airs.
And good old Spike comfort sought
In friendly circles as of yore,
And took to drinking, and was caught
Speechless behind the surgery door.
Miss Martha Nav came down to aid
Her brother in his high emprise-
| Strong minded, abe-b bodied maid,
Unmatch'd in eloquence and size.
When the Militia came to drill,
| She enter'd tents with tracts in hand,
And sh0w'd her the0loglc skill
By teaching dscord 10 the band
| She soon through all the esiment pass'd,
Aud gan'd Baptist drummer's ear
| But changed, and ran away at last
With a regenerate grenadier.
| NV half the houses are to let,
And half the others are to be sold,
| We find our new converted set
So different from the sinful old.
And sad the memories we recall
| of the sweet days that cheer'd our town;
And the dear links that bound us all
| To MIR. Banks and Canon Brown.