THE

FEMALE VAGRANT.

My Father was a good and pious man,
An honest man by honest parents bred;
And I believe, that, soon as I began
To lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed,
And in his hearing there my prayers I said: "'

And afterwards, by my.good Father taught,
· I read, and loved the books in which I read;

For books in every neighbouring house I sought, And nothing to my mind a sweeter pleasure brought.

The suns of twenty summers danced along,
Ah! little marked how fast they rolled away :
Then rose a stately Hall our woods among,
And cottage after cottage owned its sway.
No joy to see a neighbouring House, or stray
Through pastures not his own, the master took;
My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;
He loved his old hereditary nook,
And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook.

But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate’er he bought and sold :
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
And all his substance fell into decay.
They dealt most hardly with him, and he tried
To move their hearts but it was vain-for they
Seized all he had; and, weeping side by side,
We sought a home where we uninjured might abide.

It was in truth a lamentable hour,
When, from the last hill-top, my Sire surveyed,
Peering above the trees, the steeple tower
That on his marriage-day sweet music made.
Till then he hoped his bones might there be laid,
Close by my Mother, in their native bowers ;
Bidding me trust in God, he stood and prayed,
I could not pray :-through tears that fell in showers
I saw our own dear home, that was no longer ours.

There was a Youth, whom I had loved so long,
That when I loved him not I cannot say.
'Mid the green mountains many and many a song
We two bad sung, like gladsome birds in May.
When we began to tire of childish play
We seemed still more and more to prize each other ;
We talked of marriage and our marriage day;
And I in truth did love him like a brother;
For never could I hope to meet with such another.

Two years were pass'd, since to a distant Town
He had repair'd to ply the artist's trade.
What tears of bitter grief till then unknown !
What tender vows our last sad kiss delayed !
To him we turned:-we had no other aid.
Like one revived, upon his neck I wept :
And her whom he had loved in joy, he said.
He well could love in grief: his faith he kept ;,
And in a quiet home once more my Father slept.

We lived in peace and comfort ; and were blest
With daily bread, by constant toil supplied.
Three lovely Infants lay upon my breast;
And often, viewing their sweet smiles, I sighed;
And knew not why. My happy Father died
When sad distress reduced the Children's meal:
Thrice happy! that from him the grave did hide.
The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel,
And tears that flowed for ills which patience could

not heal.