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

And ehimneys Of fantastic style,
Twisted aud rbb'd; aud up the wall
Vita frequent nails all dotted Ger.
dozen creepers spread and crawl,
And half block up the very door,
The garden TO the south displays
It's fruits aud hJw'rs, Its gravepd walks:
And there Ia spring.time's hopeful days
Ny sriands and have walks and talks.
And q. vide scene the house commands,
For DER the little stream we look:
And past NJ patrin,ouial lands
We see the pastures of the Duke;
The pastures stretching far and wide,
Aud whore the horizon meets the sky
We see by distance magnihed
His Grsce's turrels soaring high
And left aud right on wooded spots
Snug villas face the midday sun
villas pretending to be cots,
Butspacious mansions every one.
From sparkers Colonel on half pay,)
To Wildipg's {nabob from Benesl)
You'd ioiter on a summer day
In half an hour, and pass them all;
from Spikes tour doctor) on the height,
TO "hilk's upon the stream you'd come
Sir Smitlle Wbilk. London knight,
They cay he's worth at least a pIum
Sir Smiffle Whilk-ambitious he
Who thinks the name Of shop sin,
Nor tell US II the plum were tea,
Or oats, or indigo or gin.
A genial host, jolly taco
Vl bet the gin was pure and strong,)
Who keeps his heart in the right place,
And puts his ai'ches 10 the wrong
In youth at Mother thYrch he raiPd;
AT parsons he was quick to sueer,
But wealth and argument prevailed,
And he's churchwardep year by year.
There never was a spot 80 blest,
In friendly thoughts and actions kind;
A nd all the villas were at rest,
United in one heart aud mind.
little sameDess might be found
In our calm life unvaried train:
We dued in three weekly round,
And then began the round again;
We knew the stories Sparker told.
Bradley's white soup and lIariDgs fish,
B,lfs tawney port, HCgg's sherry old,
And Bnge ey's everlasting dish.
We knew the tunes Matilda pIayd,
The songs Jane sang With art sub'iA.e,
The Bee Sucks" the "Bewildered Maid,"
And liked them better every time
On Monday Hogg's. on Tuesday Grays,
On Wednesday Wbik's, and all aiko;
Thursday with Bell, on Friday Hays,
And Saturday to tea with Spike.
A pleasant place happy band,
In mutual COZ Bfieuce secure.
Pouring their bounty DER the land.
And soups and sbIlings or the Ioor.
PART SECOND.
What good Rector We had and what delightful
Curate.
Our Rector were shovel hat.
A stately man, erect and tall;
Who always at the left hand sat,
And said the grace and damp'd US all;
For though q simple rector here,
Ard Vicar of Shropshire town
The two not quite thousand clear,)
York saw him Mr.. Canon Brown.
Upon his face sleek repose,
a weli-brushed coat, snowy tie;
With Iucklsd tights and silken hose,
And gracious manDers kind yet high.
lie smiled serenely when he spoke,
And told Of bishop, lord, or dean;
Sparker himself forbore his joke
(IIs points could Dever have been seen.)
For dull was Mr. Canon Brown.
And kind in all his words ard works,
Save when he'd keep dissenters down,
Aud papists who were worse than Turks,
We only him twice year,
For only twice his,tithes were due;
He preached-and We were pleased to hear;
He went-apd We were happy too.
For Dignity is sweet to see,
But yet it keeps one on the strain:
Add we turns with school. boy glee
To pleasant Mr. Banks again.
A Christian meek. scholar fine,
Our curate, enemy of strife;
Who told US of the lore divine,
And showed 1t in his daily life.
Our cura.e-teacher in the school,
Friend of the poor, the rich mans guide:
Gentle in talk, yet firm in rule
And good cricketer side:
man whom all the parish loved,
So winning in his words aud ways;
A romp-whom every child approved;
A saint-"hom ecandaps self might praise.
His sermon-naDy years ago
Was publish'd, and the critics frowu'd-
Guardian, ''Hide,'' ''liberat"' and .'iowr-
Record, Armenian" aud''unsourd"-
Cdurclrmdn, 1T smells OF Nesley's tub
B1nner, "High churchman to the core
Twas preach'd before cur Friendly Climb,
And clear'd the tbt, and something more.
The members met and pass'd vote
or humble gratitude and thanks;
And Oxf1rds, Affords, Kingsey's note.
We're poor, com sared with Mr.. Backs.
Two sisters gave his cot its grace,
Aud kept it like fairys bower:
For never was 30 gay place,
With sketch. and needework, and flower.
Bright carpets clothed the tiny rooms,
Stand windows dimm'd tho oppressive glare
Or open, caught the summer blooms,
That dallied with the evening air.
He never cali'd US to his board
(Ile couldn't half contain Us all),
Bat when the autumn gave it's hoard,
And pums huog on the garden wall,
His lawn fili'd with young and old
And Strawberries and cream went round,
And joyou. goblets, hot or cold,
We're ulSer the old pear tree found.
And somehow, when the sun declined,
Twas stil remark d, our village band
or voices, brass and strings combiped,
Sly merest chance, were closed at hand,
Either in boats that ran aground,
Or in the punt that wouidn': move;
Add somehow il WAS always found
They had some airs, just come, to prove;
And clear and high the loud bassoon
Responded to the hddle's squeal,
And both united in tune
Sounding immensely like a reel.
And Banks himself aud sisters twain
Took out the children, laughing gay,
And danced, and SET, AID lead the train,
Tilt breathess and opprest were they.
Then Sophy Sparker led the brawi,
And grownup couples joined the line;
And WildiDg said twas like Eongai
And all the girls said 'twss divine.
Aud home went our several ways
The merriest day of all the year.
Such charm loving heart conveys
To humbiest home and modest cheer.
Both sisters-it were hard to tell
Which pleased us most in looks and tones;
And if were not married--weii,
won't show this to Mrs. J mes.
PART THIRD.
What noble old Chui cis We TAI, and how we re-
naired End heanIiitd it exceedinRly.