Doctor Syntax's Three Tours: in search of the picturesque, consolation, and a wife ... The original edition, complete and unabridged, with the life and adventures of the author ... by John Camden Hotten. Eighty full page illustrations drawn and coloured after the originals by T. Rowlandson

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T M E lii^ OF DOCTOR i¥ST_4X, IN SEARCH OF THE A POEM. 1st, Hctter-a, Pot^s-is, erit; pwœ.jv propoussles, Te capuit rruiffis; _*£ <jruted/zm,, si- Icngiiu aisles. Jfœc amat, cbscunzm/j volet* 7uec sic6 luce viderv, t7iu2ieos arepicttcsn, rwn form^iclat. acusrcen J-scec plœiwt se-niei,^ fuec dect&is , epetitaplaceiil floras Ars. Peel LIST OF THE PLATES.

DOCTOR SYNTAX'S TOUR TN SEARCH OF THE PICTURESQUE, PAGE PAGT. 1 ) Frontispiece and Title 2 ] Page. 16 Dr. Syntax with my Lord . 42 17 Dr. Syntax made free of the CeUar . . . . 43 3 Dr. Syntax setting out . 3 4 Dr. Syntax losing his Way . 6 18 Dr. Syntax sketching the Lake . . . .46 5 Dr. Syntax stopped by Highwaymen ... .7 19 Dr. Syntax drawing after Nature . . . .50 6 Dr. Syntax bound to a Tree by Highwaymen . . 8 20 Dr. Syntax robbed of his Property . . . .53 7 Dr. Syntax disputing his BUI with the Landlady . 12 8 Dr. Syntax copying the Wit 21 Dr. Syntax seUs Grizzle . 57 22 Rural Sports ... 62 23 Dr. Syntax and the Dairy Maid . . , .64 of the Window . ." 16 9 Dr. Syntax entertained at College . . . .18 24 Dr. Syntax at Liverpool . 69 10 Dr. Syntax pursued by a Bull 19 25 Dr. Syntax reading his Tour 74 11 Dr. Syntax mistakes a Gentle ; man's House for an Inn . 23 26 Dr. Syntax preaching . . 76 27 Dr. Syntax and the BookseUer 85 12 Dr. Syntax meditating on the" Tombs ... 26 28' Dr. Syntax at Covens Garden , Theatre . . . .92 13 Dr. Syntax tumbling into the Water . . .31 29 The Dream .... 98 30 Dr. Syntax returned from his Tour . . . 106 14 Dr. Syntax loses his Money on the Race-Ground . 34 31 Dr. Syntax taking possession 15 Dr. Syntax at a Review . 38 of his living . . .114 DOCTOR SYNTAX'S TOUR IN SEARCH OF CONSOLATION, 32 Dr. Syntax and his Counterpart .... 117 35 Dr. Syntax setting out on his second Tour . . .138 33 Dr. Syntax lamenting the loss of his Wife . . 121 36 Dr. Syntax and the Gypsies . 151 37 Dr. Syntax loses his Wig . 159 38 The Visit of Doctor Syntax to 34 Dr. Syntax at the funeral of his Wife . . .127 Widow Hopeful at York 1 7 1 a LIST OF THE PLATES.

IV PAGB 47 Dr. Syntax and the Bees . 209 48 Dr. Syntax visits a Boardingschool for Young Ladies .212 PAGE 39 Dr. Syntax amused with Pat in the Pond . . .181 40 Dr. Syntax in the Glass House 183 41 Dr. Syntax visits Eaton HaU, Cheshire . . .184 49 Dr. Syntax making a discovery .... 217 50 Dr. Syntax painting a Portrait 219 42 Dr. Syntax niaking his Will 189 43 Dr. Syntax in a court of Justice .... 191 51 Marriage of Dr. Dicky Bend 222 52 Dr. Syntax at an Auction . 225 53 Dr.SyntaxandtheBookseUer 229 54 Dr. Syntax at Freemasons' Hall ... 231 4 _ Dr. Syntax present at a coffeehouse quarrel at Bath . 193 45 Dr. Syntax and the superannuated Fox-Hunter . 194 55 Miss Worthy's marriage — Dr. Syntax in the Chair . 233 46 Dr. Syntax with the Skimmington Riders . . . 201 DOCTOR SYNTAX'S TOUR IN SEARCH OF A WIFE. 56 Dr. Syntax setting out in search of a Wife . . 235 69 Dr. Syntax in the wrong Lodging-House . . 317 57 Dr. Syntax soliloquising . 241 58 Dr. Syntax turned Nurse . 250 59 The Banns forbidden . . 271 70 Dr. Syntax received by the Maid instead of the Mistress . . . .322 60 Dr. Syntax with a Blue- Stocking Beauty . . 275 71 The Artist's Room . . 324 72 Death of Punch . . .326 73 The Advertisement for a Wife 329 74 Dr. Syntax and the Foundling 331 61 The Cellar Ouartetto . . 289 62 Dr. Syntax presenting a Floral Offering . . .293 75 The result of purchasing a Blind Horse . . .335 ■ ie Billiard Table . . 295 64 Misfortune at Tulip HaU . 29-5 he Harvest Home . . 297 76 A noble Hunting Party . 344 77 Introduction to Courtship . 348 78 Dr. Syntax in Danger . . 353, 79 The Funeral of Dr. Syntax. 353 he Garden Trio . . .303 67 Dr. Syntax at a Card Party . 305 68 Dr. Syntax Star-gazing .

Canto I The

Scbool was done, the bus'ness o'er, Wben tired of Greek and Latin lore, Good Syntax sought his easy chai-, And sat in calm composure there. His wife was to a neighbour gone, To hear the chit-chat of the town ; And left him the unfrequent power Of brooding through a quiet hour, Thus, while he sat, a busy train Of images, besieged his brain. Of Church-preferment he had none ; Nay, all his hope of that was gone : He felt that he content must be And all his gains, it did appear, Were only thirty pounds o year. Besides th1 augmenting taxes press To aid expense and add distress ; Mutton and bee x and bread and beer, And ev'ry thing was grown so dear ; The boys too always prone to eat Delighted less in books than meat ; So that when holy Christmas came, His earnings ceased to bo the same ; And now, alas, could do no more, Than keep the wolf without the door.

E'en birch, the pedant master's boast, Was so increas'd in worth and cost, That oft, prudentially beguil'd To save the rod he spar'd the child. Thus, if the times refus'd to mend, He to his school must put an end. How hard his lot ! how blind ids With drudging in a curacy. Indeed, on ev'ry Sabbath-day, Through eight long miles he took his way, To preach, to grumble, and to pray : To cheer the good, to warn the sinner, And, if he got it, — eat a dinner : To bury these, to christen those, And marry such fond folks as chose To change the tenor of their life, And risk the matrimonial strife. Thus were his weekly journeys made, 'Jseath summer suas and wintry shade, fate! What shall he do to mend his state ? Thus did poor Syntax ruminate. When, as the vivid meteors fly, And instant light the gloomy sky, A sudden thought across him came, And told the way to wealth an4 fame; :-2 DOCTOR SYNTAX S TOUR 4 The pious man his hands uprear'd, That Mrs. Syntax reappear'd : .

Amaz'd she look'd, and loud she And as th' expanding vision grew Wider and wider to his view, The painted fancy did beguile His woe-worn phiz into a smile. But, while he pac'd the room around, Or stood immers'd in thought proshriek'd, Or, rather like a pig she squeak'd, To see her humble husband dare Thus quit his sober ev'ning chair, And pace, with varying steps, about, Now in the room, and now without. At first she did not find her tongue, (Athing which seldom happened long,) But soon that organ grew unquiet, To ask the cause of all this riot. The Doctor smil'd, and thus address'd The secrets of his lab'ring breast " Sit down, my love, my dearest dear, Nay, prithee do, and patient hear ; Let me, for once, throughout my life, Receive this kindness from my wife ; It will oblige me so :— in troth, It will, my dear, oblige us both ; Eor such a plan hath come athwart me, Which some kind sprite from heav'n found, The Doctor, 'midst his rumination, Was waken'd by a visitation Which troubles many a poor man's life, The visitation of his wife.

Good Mrs. Syntax was a lady Ten years, perhaps, beyond her heyday; But though the blooming charms had flown That grac'd her youth, it still was known, The love of power she never lost, As Syntax found it to his cost : For as her words were used to flow, He but replied or yes or no. — Whene'er enrag'd by some disaster, She'd shake the boys and cuff the hath brought me, master : That if you will your counsels join, To aid this golden scheme of mine, New days will come— new times appear, And teeming plenty crown the year : We then on dainty bits shall dine, And change our home-brew'd ale for Nay, to avenge the slightest wrong, She could employ both arms and tongue, And, if we list to country tales, She sometimes would enforce her nails. Her face was red, her form was fat, A round-about and rather squat ; And when in angry humour stalking, Was like a dumpling set a-walking. 'Twas not the custom of this spouse To suffer long a quiet house : wine: On summer days, to take the air, We'll put our Grizzle to a chair ; While you, in silks and muslins fine, Tho grocer's wife shall far outshine, Andneighb'ring folks be fore'd to own, In this fair town you give the ton."

" Oh ! tell me," cried the smiling dame, " Tell me this golden road to fame. You charm my heart, you quite delight it." " I'll make a tour — and then I'U She was among those busy wives Who hurry-scurry through their lives; And make amends for fading beauty By telling husbands of their duty. 'Twas at this moment, when inspir'd, And by his new ambition fir'd, WRITE IT. IN SEARCH OF THE PICTURESQUE. 5 You well know what my pen can do, And I'll employ my pencil too : — I'll ride and write, and sketch and No pains were spar'd by night or day To set him forward on his way : She trimmed his coat— she mended. all His various clothing, great and small; And better still a purse was found With twenty notes of eacb a pound. Thus furnish'd and in full condition To prosper in his expedition ; print, And thus create a real mint ; I'll prose it here, I'll verse it there, And picturesque it everywhere.

I'll do what all have done before ; I think I shall— and somewhat more. At Doctor Pompous give a look ; He made his fortune by a book : And if my volume does not beat it, When I return, I'll fry and eat it. Next week the boys will all go home, And I shall have a month to come. My clothes, my cash, my all prepare; Let Ralph look to the grizzle mare ; Tho' wond'ring folks may laugh and scoff, By this day fortnight I'll be off; And when Old Time a month has run Our bus'ness, Lovey, will be done. I will in search of fortune roam, While you enjoy yourself at home." The story told, the Doctor eas'd Of bis grand plan, and Madam pleas'd, At length the ling' ring moment came That gave the dawn of wealth and fame. Incurious Ralph, exact at four, Led Grizzle, saddled, to the door ; And soon, with more than common state, The Doctor stood before the gate.

Behind him was his faithful wife ; — ' ' One more embrace, my dearest life !" Then his grey palfrey he bestrode, And gave a nod, and off he rode. ' Good luck ! good luck !" she loudly cried, "Yale! 0 Vale !" he replied.

Canto II. The

farewell ceremony o'er, Madam went in and bang'd the But as the Doctor pass'd along, Bow'd down their heads, and ceas'd door: their song. No woeful tear bedew' d her eye, Nor did she heave a single sigh ; But soon began her daily trade, To chide the man and scold the maid ; While Syntax, with his scheme be- He gravely nodded to the people ; Then looking upwards to the steeple, He thus, in mutt'ring tones express'd The disappointments of his breast. " That thankless parent, Mother sotted, Church, Along the village gently trotted. The folks on daily labour bent, Whistled and caroll'd as they went ; Has ever left me in the lurch ; And while so many fools are seen To strut a Rector or a Dean, DOCTOR SYNTAX'S TOUR 6 Who live in ease, and find good cheer On ev'ry day of ev'ry year, Nor did he know the pacing Sun Had half his daily circuit run.

Sweet, airy sprite, that can bestow A pleasing respite to our woe, That can corroding care beguile, And make the way-worn face to smile! But ah ! too soon the vision passes, Confounded by a pack of asses ! The donkeys bray'd; audio! thesound Awak'd him from his thought pro- So small her share of true discerning, She turn'dherbackonall my learning. I've in my vineyard labour'd hard, And what has been my lean reward ? I've dug the ground, while some rich Vicar [liquor ; Press'd the ripe grape, and drank the I've fed the flock, while others eat The mutton's nice, delicious meat ; I've kept the hive, and made the found ; And as he star'd and look'd around, He said — or else he seem'd to say — " I find that I have lost my way. Oh what a wide expanse I see, Without a wood, without a tree ; No one at hand, no house is near, To tell the way, or give good cheer ; For now a sign would be a treat, To tell us we might drink and eat ; But sure there is not in my sight The sign of any living wight ; And all around upon this common I see not either man or woman ; Nor dogs to bark, nor cocks to crow, Nor sheep to bleat, nor herds to low ; Nay, if these asses did not bray, And thus some signs of life betray, I well might think that I werehurl'd Into some sad, unpeopled world.

How could I come, misguided wretch, To where I cannot make a sketch ." honey, While the drones pocketed the money. But now, on better things intent, On far more grateful labours bent, New prospects open to my view : So, thankless Mother Church, adieu!" Thus, having said his angry say, Syntax proceeded on his way. The morning lark ascends on high, And with its music greets the sky : The blackbird whistles, and the thrush Warbles his wild notes in the bush ; While ev'ry hedge and ev'ry tree Resound with vocal minstrelsy. But Syntax, wrapt in thought profound, Is deaf to each enliv'ning sound : Revolving many a golden scheme, And yielding to the pleasing dream, The reins hung loosely from his hand ; While Grizzle, senseless of command, Unguided, pac'd the road along, Thus as he ponder'd what to do, A guide-post rose within his view : And, when the pleasing shape he Nor knew if it were right or wrong.

Through the deep vale, and up the hill, By rapid stream or tinkling rill, Grizzle her thoughtful master bore, Who, counting future treasure o'er, And, on his weighty projects bent, Observ'd not whither Grizzle went. Thus did kind Fancy's soothing power Cheat him of many a fleeting hour ; spied, He prick'd his steed, and thither hied : But some unheeding, senseless wight, Who to fair learning ow'd a spite, Had ev'ry letter'd mark defac'd, Which once its several pointers grac'd ! The mangled post thus long had stood, An uninforming piece of wood ; Rtmlandson DR SYNTAX LOSING HIS WAY. **fc!A*" a. SYNTAX STOPT BY HIGHWAYMEN JZV SEARCH OF THE PICTURESQUE. 7 Like other guides, as some folks say, Who neither lead nor tell the way. The Sun, as hot as he was bright, Had got to his meridian height : Twas sultry noon — for not a breath Of cooling zephyr fann'd the heath ; When Syntax cried — '"Tis all in vain To find my way across the plain ; So here my fortune I will try, And wait till some one passes by : Upon that bank awhile I'll sit, And let poor Grizzle graze a-bit ; But, as my time shall not be lost, I'll make a drawing of the post ; And tho' a flimsy taste may flout it, There's something picturesque about To heighten ev'ry work of art, Fancy should take an active part : Thus I (which few I think can boast) Have made a Landscape of a Post.

" So far, so good — butnoone passes, No living creature but these asses ; And, should I sit and hear them bray, I were as great a beast as they : So I'll be off; from yonder down I may, perhaps, descry a town ; Or some tall spire among the trees, May give my way-worn spirits ease." Grizzle again he soon bestrode, And wav'd his whip and off he rode ; But all around was dingy green, No spire arose, no town was seen. At length he reach'd a beaten road : How great the joy the sight bestowed! So on he went in pleasant mood, And shortly gain'd a stately wood, Where the refreshing zephyrs play'd And cool'd the air beneath the shade. Oh! whatachange, howgreatthetreat, To fanning breeze from sultry heat ! But ah ! how false is human joy ! When least we think it, ills annoy : For now, with fierce impetuous rush, Three ruffians issued from a bush ; One Grizzle stopp'd, and seiz'd the if ■ 'Tis rude and rough, without a gloss, And is well cov'red o'er with moss ; And I've aright — (who dares deny it?)

To place yon group of asses by it. Aye! this will do: and now I'm thinking, That self-same pond where Grizzle's drinking, If hither brought 'twould better seem, And faith I'll turn it to a stream ; I'll make this flat a shaggy ridge, And o'er the water throw a bridge : I'll do as other sketchers do — reins, [brains. While they all threat the Doctor's Poor Syntax, trembling with affright, Resists not such superior might, Put anything into the view ; And any object recollect, To add a grace, and give effect. Thus, though from truth I haply err, The scene preserves its character. What man of taste my right will doubt, To put things in, or leave them out ? 'Tis more than right, it is a duty, If we consider landscape beauty : He ne'er will as an artist shine, Who copies Nature line by line : Whoe'er from Nature takes a view, Must copy and improve it too.

Butyields him to their savage pleasure, And gives his purse, with all its treasure. Fearing, howe'er, the Doctor's view Might be to follow and pursue ; The cunning robbers wisely counted That he, of course, should be dismounted ; And still that it would safer be, If he were fastened to a tree. DOCTOR SYNTAX'S TOUR And, having of all power bereft him, They tied' him fast — and then they Thus to a tree they quickly boundhim; The cruel cords went round and round him ; left him.

Canto III. By

the road side, within the wood, In this sad state poor Syntax Nay, I throughout the night may stay, 'Tis such an unfrequented way : Tho' what with hunger, thirst and stood ; His bosom heav'd with many a sigh, And the tears stood in either eye. What, could he do ? — he durst not bawl ; His noise the robbers might recall : The villains mightagain surroundhim And hang him up where they had fright, I ne'er shall last throughoutthe night; And could I e'en these ills survive, The flies will eat me up alive. What mad ambition made me roam ! Ah ! wherefore did I quit my home ! For there I liv'd remote from harm ; My meals were good, my house was bound him. Sure never was an hapless wight In more uncomfortable plight ; Nor was this all ; his pate was bare, Unshelter'd by one lock of hair : For when the sturdy robbers took him, His hat and peruke both forsook him.

The insect world were on the wing, Whose talent is to buzz and sting ; And soon his bare-worn head they warm; And, though I was not free from strife, With other ills that trouble life, Yet I had learn'd full well to bear The nightly scold, the daily care ; And, after many a season past, I should have found repose at last : Fate would have sign' d my long release, And Syntax would have died in peace ; Nor thus been robb'd, and tied and sought, By instinct led, by nature taught ; And dug their little forks within The tender texture of his skin. He rag'd and roar'd, but all in vain, No means ho found to ease his pain ; The cords, which to the tree had tied beaten, And all alive by insects eaten." But while he thus at Fate was railing, And Fortune's angry frownbewailing, A dog's approaching bark he hears; 'Twas sweet as music to his ears ; And soon a sure relief appears. him, All help from either hand denied him : He shook his head, he writh'd his face With painful look, with sad. grimace, And thus he spoke his hapless ease !

For, tho' it bore that gen'ral form, Which oft at home foretold a storm, It now appear'd an angel's shape That promis'd him a quick escape : Nor did La Mancha's val'rous Knight) Feel greater pleasure at the sight, When overwhelm'd withloveandawe, His Dulcinea first he saw : For on two trotting palfreys came, And each one bore a comely dame : "Ah! miserable man," he cried, " What perils do my course betide ! In this cad melancholy state, Must I, alas, impatient wait, Till some kind soulshallhaplyfindme, And with his friendly hands unbind me? DR SYNTAX BOUND TO A TREE BY HIGHWAYMEN They started as his form they view ; The horses also started too : At length 'twas time to bid adieu, And each their diff'rent way pursue : Akindfarewe_l,akissaskind, [mind: He gave them both with heart and Then off he trudg'd, and, as he walk'd, Thus to himself the Parson talk'd. " 'Tis well, I think, it is no worse, For I have only lost my purse : The dogwithinsultseem'dtotreathim, And look'd as if he long'd to eat him.

In piteous tones he humbly pray'd They'd turn aside, and give him aid : Wheu each leap'd quickly from her To join in charitable deed. [steed, They drew their knives to cut the noose, And let the mournful pris'ner loose ; With kindest words his fate bewail, While grateful Syntax tells his tale. The rustic matrons soothe his grief, Nor offer, but afford relief ; With all their cruelty and pains, The rogues have got but trifling gains ; Poor four-and-four -pence is the measure Of all their mighty pilfer'd treasure ; For haply there was no divining I'd a snug pocket in my lining ; And, thanks to Spousy, ev'ry note Was well sew'd up within my coat. But where is Grizzle ? — Never mind And, turning from the beaten road, Their well-lin'd panniers they unload ; When soon upon the bank appear'd A sight his fainting spirits cheer'd : They spread the fare with cheerful her ; [her."

I'll have her cried, and soon shall find Thus he pursued the winding way, Big with the evils of the day : grace, And gave a banquet to the place. Most haply, too, as they untied him : He saw his hat and wig beside him : So, thus bewigg'd and thus behatted, Down on the grass the Doctor squatted ; When he uplifted either eye, Though the good Doctor kept in view The favour of its blessings too. Nor had he pac'd it half an hour Before he saw a parish tow'r, With grateful accents to the sky. '"Tis thus, "he humblysaid, "we read In sacred books of heavenly deed : And thus, I find, in my distress, The Manna of the Wilderness : 'Tis Hermit's fare ; but thanks to And soon, with sore fatigue oppress, An Inn receiv'd him as its guest. But still his mind with anxious care, Ponder'd upon his wand'ring mare ; He therefore sent the Bell-man round To see if Grizzle might be found.

Grizzle, ungrateful to her master, And careless of his foul disaster, Left him tied up and took her way, In hopes to meet with corn or hay ; But, as that did not come to pass, She sought a meadow full of grass : The farmer in the meadow found her, And order'd John, his man, to pound Heaven, [given." And those kind souls, by whom 'tis 'Tis true that bread, and curds, and fruit, Do with the pious Hermit suit ; But Syntax surely was mistaken To think their meals partake of bacon ; Or that those reverend men regale, As our good Doctors do — with ale ; And these kind dames, innothing loth, Took care that he partook of both. her. Now John was one of those droll folk, Who oft take mischief for a joke ; What angels came to his relief, [grief ! To loose his bonds, and soothe his His loss of cash, and what was worse, His saddle, saddle-bags, and horse.

Thus as their rude attention hung Upon the wonders of his tongue, Lo ! Grizzle's altered form appears, With half its tail, and half its ears ! "Is there no law?" the Doctor cries: — "Plenty," a Lawyer straight replies: "Employ me, and those thieves shall And thought 'twould make the master stare, When he again beheld his mare, (Perhaps the Gem'man might be shocks) To find her ready cropt and dockt : At all events, he played his fun : No sooner was it said than done. But Grizzle was a patient beast, And minded nought if she could feast : Like many others, prone to think The best of life was meat and drink ; Who feel to-day nor care nor sorrow, If they are sure to feast to-morrow. Thus Grizzle, as she pac'd around The purlieu of the barren pound. Inhungry mood might seem to neigh — " If I had water, corn, and hay, I should not thus my fate bewail, Nor mourn the loss of ears or tail." swing On gallows-tree, in hempen-string : And, for the rogue, the law shall flea him, Who maim'd your horse, as now you see him." [pray, " No," quoth the Don, " your pardon I've had enough of thieves to-day: I've lost four shillings and a groat, But you would strip me of my coat ; And ears and tail won't fatten you, You'll want the head and carcase too."

He chuckled as he made the stroke, And all around enjoy'd the joke ; But still it was a sorry sight In the mean time, securely hous'd, The Doctor booz'd it, and carous'd. The Hostess spread her fairest cheer, Her best beef-steak, her strongest beer; And sooth'd him with her winning chat, To see the beast in such a plight : Yet what could angry Syntax do ? 'Twas all in vain to fret and stew: His well stuff'd bags, with all their Of — "Pray eat this — and now take that. Your Rev'rence, after all your fright, Wants meat and drink to set you hoard right." Of sketching-tools, were safe restor'd ; The saddle too, which he had sought, For small reward was quickly brought ; He therefore thought it far more sage To stop his threats and check his rage ; So to the ostler's faithful care His Rev'rence prais'dthe golden rule, Nor did he let his victuals cool : And, having drank his liquor out, He took a turn to look about ; — When to the folks about the door He told the dismal story o'er.

He gave his mutilated mare ; The country-people on him gaz'd, And heard his perils all amaz'd ; How the thieves twin'd the cords And while poor Grizzle, free from danger, [manger, Cropp'd the full rack and clean'd the Syntax, to "ease his aching head, Smok'd out his pipe, and went to bed. around him : How to a tree the villains bound him!

Canto IV. Bless'd

1»- the man, said he of yore -Vho Quixote's lance and target bore ! -less'd be the man who first taught ' ' What brought you here, fair maid, I pray?" "To tell you, Sir, how wears the day; And that it is my special care To get your Worship's morning fare. The kettle boils, and I can boast No small renown for making toast. There's coffee, Sir, and tea, and meat, And surely you must want to eat; For ten long hours have pass'd away Since down upon this bed you lav!" The Doctor rubb'd his op'ning eyes, Then stretch'd his arms, and 'gan to But Betty still demurely stands, [rise : To hear him utter his commands. "Begone," he cried, "get something sleep Throughout our wearied frames to creep, >_nd kindly gave to human woes L'he oblivious mantle of repose ! lail! balmy power! that canst repair 'he constant waste of human care; .'o the sad heart afford relief, Vnd give a respite to its grief ; 'anst calm, through night's composing hours, [low'rs; 'he threat'ning storm that daily >n the rude flint the wretched cheer, .nd to a smile transform the tear ? nice, And I'll be with you in a trice."