An Ancient Prude. COWPER (ON ancient prude, whose withered features show She might be young some forty years ago, Her elbows pinioned close upon her hips, Her head erect, her fan upon her lips, Her eyebrows arched, her eyes both gone astray To watch yon amorous couple in their play, With bony and unkerchiefed neck defies The rude inclemency of wintry skies, And sails with lappet head and mincing airs Duly at clink of bell to morning prayers. To thrift and parsimony much inclined, She yet allows herself that boy behind; The shivering urchin, bending as he goes, With slipshod heels, and dewdrop at his nose, His predecessor's coat advanced to wear, Which future pages yet are doomed to share, Carries her Bible tucked beneath his arm, And hides his hands to keep his fingers warm. She, half an angel in her own account, Doubts not hereafter with the saints to mount, Though not a grace appears on strictest search, But that she fasts, and item, goes to church. Conscious of age, she recollects her youth, And tells, not always with an eye to truth, Who spanned her waist, and who, where'er he came, Scrawled upon glass Miss Bridget's lovely name, Who stole her slipper, filled it with tokay, And drank the little bumper every day. Of temper as envenomed as an asp, Laughs at the reputations she has torn, And holds them dangling at arm's length in scorn. Of malice fed while flesh is mortified: Take, madam, the reward of all your prayers, Where hermits and where Brahmins meet with theirs ; The Wreck of the Hesperus. LONGFELLOW. T was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, Blue were her eyes as the lairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow Then up and spake an old sailor, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, "Last night the moon had a golden ring, |