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BREAKFAST.
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THE BREAKFAST TABLE.
Well, little Derwent ! let us see
How nice a breakfast you have got,
While dear Mamma has made the tea,
Eere comes ycur Bread-and-milk quite hot.
Vide page 9.
LITTLE DERWENT'S
BRKAKFAST.
BY A LADY.
ILLUSTRATED BY ENGRA\
LONDON:
-M I IN. ELDER AND CO. 65, CORNHIM
MDCCCXXXIX.
THI: following simple Poems were written for
the amusement of a Child of Seven Years Old,
whose name appears in the Title Page. IK
is a Grandson of the late S. T. Coleridge, Esq.
CONTENTS.
DEDICATION. PACK
To Denrent Moultrie Coleridge .... 1
I.VTRODICTORY POEMS.
Early Ruing . 3
Morning Hymn 5
LITTLE DERWRNT'S BREAKFAST.
The Lot f of Bread
ToD. M. C M
Summary 15
Milk 16
The Honey-Comb 19
Win and Wup 24
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Tea 30
Coffee 33
Sgr 35
West India Islands 38
The RiraU ; or, Sugar and Salt .... 42
The Little Gentlemen 4$
After Breakfast 47
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Vlll CONTENTS.
Page
OCCASIONAL POEMS.
To D. M. C. with a Bible, on his Birth-day . . 55
To D. M. C. on his Birth-day . . . .59
Cap-a-Pie . 61
Little Bow Wow ....... 63
The Baya, or Hindu Sparrow .... 68
The Eaglet of Benvenue 75
To D. M. C. with a Greek Testament, on his
Birth-day 81
Lines written in D. M. C.'s Infancy ... 84
LIST OF EMBELLISHMENTS.
The Breakfast Table Frontispiece.
Chinese Mandarins .... To face Page 30
Cocoa-nut Trees 38
The Eaglet of Benvenue /5
DEDICATION.
To I>
MY little friend if you should look
With pleasure on tin.- tiny book,
Then may the simple verse I use,
Senre to instruct, and to amuse.
Perhaps you do not often think,
That what you daily eat and drink
Requires so great a toil and care,
Eire you the wholesome food can share
How many different hands 'twill take
A single loaf of bread to make!
That tea and sugar must be sought
In distant lands, whence they are brought :
DEDICATION.
In short, what time it will employ
Only to feed one little boy !
You'll know this better far, some day,
Than I can teach, in this my lay ;
For though so rightly you may seek
To learn your Latin and your Greek,
You'll find what useful knowledge springs
From asking about common things,
And see how badly you would fare
"Without God's providential care.
The birds that fly the fish that swim
The beasts that roar are fed by Him.
Yet they can only eat and live,
Unconscious who their food may give ;
While you, dear boy, can understand
The mercies of His bounteous hand ;
Daily to Him your voice can raise,
In songs of thankfulness and praise.
INTRODUCTORY POKM-
i:\ki.v KM
I'p. up \\ith tho cock when he cheerily crows,
When Nature awakes from her night's repose.
ills the fanner "Come guide tin- jil-.n-jli"
He calls the maiden "Come milk the cow/'
I " p . 1 i 1 1 If Derwent, away, away !
Up, up with the lark when he soars on high,
And carols his morning song to the sky ;
I-'I.HMW him f..rth o'er each balmy ti< 1.1.
taste the health-giving air they yu-M.
Up, little Derwent, away, away !
Up, up with the bee in " thr hour <>f pr.
lls little boys how to value their tim*
Hit books are the flowers on which he feeds,
He sips the honey but leaves the weeds.
Up, little Derwent, away, away !
4 INTRODUCTORY POEMS.
Up, up with the ant, who no minute will lose,
While the sun is shining, her stores to choose.
In youth and summer she labours and strives
In age and winter how happy she lives.
Up, little Derwent, away, away !
Then up with the birds the bright sun to see,
With the working ant, and the busy bee ;
Leave dull sloth with his drowsy head,
Don't let him come to your little bed :
Begin, like the birds, with a song of praise,
Go on, like the insects, in wisdom's ways,
You'll be good, and happy, and merry as they.
Up, up, little Derwent, away, away !
MORNING HYMN.
Lord of life and light ! to Thee
I bow my heart, and bend my knee;
Thou my life hast safely kept,
Whilst this night I've soundly slept ;
Thou tin- light again hast given,
With the morning sun, from Heaven.
Keep me, Lord, throughout this day,
In all I think, or do, or say,
Free from harm, and free from sin,
Free from all deceit within,
Pure in heart, and firm in min-1.
Truthful, dutiful, and kind.
By Thy care I'm cloth'd and f.-.l,
To Thee by parents dear am led :
Parents ! may I daily prove
Worthy of your anxious love :
Heavenly Father ! unto Thee,
Humbly thankful let me be I
LITTLE DERWENT'S
BREAKFAST.
To dear litt
With wishes most fervent,
ho may his breakfast enjoy :
This volume comes greeting,
Depending on meeting
A smile from a good little boy.
HIE LOAF OF BREAD.
PART THE FIRST.
l, link- D.rw.nt ! let us see
kl i-t ymi have got,
While dear Mamma has made the tea,
Here comes your bread-and-milk quite hot.
But who made this nice loaf of bread ?
\\ a- it Mamma, or was it Cook ?
When you have finished, we will read
A leaf in Nature's pretty book.
i you how the cock would crow
To call the farmer to his field :
We may go in and see him sow
The seeds which such a harvest yield.
The ploughman must at first prepare
The grassy field, and plough it through ;
Then the rough harrow takes its share,
To break the clods of earth anew.
10 THE LOAF OF BREAD.
The farmer sees it smooth and neat,
The stones and weeds ta'en all away ;
Then drops the little grain of wheat,
To lie unseen for many a day.
Yet can he make them grow? Oh no !
'Tis God will bless his active toil,
Send Sun and Rain, and Frost and Snow,
To swell the grain enrich the soil.
Each grain first strikes its root below
Next shoots above its blade of green ;
Then the bright Ear grows up and lo !
A waving, golden field is seen !
Now many Reapers, with their hooks,
Will cut the Corn, and cut their jokes,
And Boys and Girls may leave their books,
To carry sheaves for these blithe folks.
The field will lose its golden store,
But piles of sheaves its riches prove ;
And young and old must come once more,
This treasure safely to remove.
THB LOAP OP BREAD. 1 1
A ii;i].|.y littli- L.T""!' an- tli.-y,
nount the empty Harvest Wain !
Or to the Supper find their way,
The Harvest Cakes and Ale to gain !
Sweet Harvest Home! where all may share ;
For rich and poor these gifts are spread.
The Corn is safe hut Derwent, where
Shall we now get the Loaf of Bread ?
PART THE SECOND.
Come, take another walk with me,
Into the former's barn well stray ;
The MnwAiny of the corn to see,
And tcinnotcittg all the chaff away.
^11 it to the miller. Go
And look into that pretty mill ;
Ask him if he will kindly *h<>w
How he the sacks with Jhur can fill.
12 THE LOAF OF BREAD.
He'll crush the grains of wheat quite fine ;
He'll sift them from their husks quite clean ;
(The Iran will serve the pigs to dine !)
And then, the meal or flour is seen.
Here's some to make a nice brown loaf
Some, white as snow, for tarts and cake ;
You'd never guess, without such proof,
How great a change the mill can make.
The mill-wheel turns by that clear stream,
"Where, bright and happy as they look,
The pretty trout-fish little dream,
They'll soon be caught by line and hook.
But where no pleasant streams are found,
Where hill and dale are vainly sought,
The corn in wind-mills must be ground,
Like those your friend Don Quixote fought !
Now Mrs. Cook has got the flour,
Derwent knows how 'tis made from wheat :
But she must have some yeast, before
She makes a loaf for him to eat.
THE LOAF OF DREAD. 13
Yut from the brewer comes you'll know
When you are older more about it :
At present 'tis enough to show,
The loaf cannot be made without it.
Twill make the dough aa light and soft
As any sponge when this she sees,
mix it well and kntad it oft,
And add some M/*, our taste to please.
Then in the heated oven placed,
The loaves must bake quite slow and sure,
Till, in their rich brown crusts encased,
Our hungry eyes they may allure.
Eat, and be thankful ! bear in mind,
That watt* to want has ever led ;
And mark the labours here combined
To make a single loaf of Bread !
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TO DERWENT MOULTRIE COLERIDGE.
DERWENT, they say that you and I
Our fortune through the world should try,
And wiser heads than mine declare
That we shall find a welcome there ;
That other children will be glad
To hear what breakfast you have had.
Yet they should know our meal was laid
In such a social, quiet shade,
We little thought, in such broad day,
To give a public Dejeune !
Nor can we give so sweet a zest
As our own breakfast has possessed
To me because it whiled away
The hours when I in suffering lay ;
While you could relish with delight
Each little tale I might indite.
Still, we are ready to impart
Such as we have, with willing heart.
Derwent, I've nothing more to tell
Here is our book and speed it well !
Dec. 6th, 1838.
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SUMMARY.
Ploughing harrowing drilling sowing
Weeding- watching while 'tis growing
Reaping binding carrying stowing
In the farmer's tiara safe going
Then huzza ! for harvest home 1
Threshing winnowing to market taking
Grinding - sifting mixing making
In til- M\,n nicely baking
Ready, when your fast you're breaking-*
Eat it then and all is done !
All xcept that grateful pleasure,
E'en the youngest heart may treasure,
In days of labour or of lei-
Seeing in what bounteous measure
God for all our wants provides I
MILK.
HARK ! where the merry milk-maid sings,
" Come, pretty cow, come here"
The pretty cow her treasure brings,
And cheerfully draws near.
And Derwent may have freshwarm milk,
To make him fat and strong :
'Tis white as snow, and soft as silk,
And he may drink it long.
How many uses can be made
Of milk so pure and sweet !
Within the dairy's pleasant shade,
With richest cream we meet ;
Which, when the dairy-maid has found,
She puts it in her churn ;
And while she works it round and round,
To butter it will turn.
MILK. 17
That butter which you daily see
Upon the table placed :
Which in such pretty forms may be
1 various fancies graced*
We also make from milk and cream
Full many a dainty dish ;
Costards and syllabubs will seem
W, 11 suited to your wish.
Yet better far, for little boys,
The puddings it will make
With rice or flour, and eggs so choice,
Which in our ovens bake.
Again, there's cke&e, which people praise,
And with their dinner eat :
Made in so many different ways,
That some are quite a treat.
But when you eat it think and feel
Uow many poor there are,
To whom the worst sort, with their meal,
Would be a dainty fare.
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And do not, in a fancied taste,
Despise the coarser food,
Or in a careless manner waste
What thousands think so good.
When you are walking in the fields,
You'll love the gentle cow :
Since to the milk she daily yields,
Such wholesome food we owe.
II
WHAT can oar little Dcrwent's eye
At the other end of the table spy ?
Or whence does that beauteous fabric come,
Wonder of wonders ! a Honey-comb ?
Well learn who form'd this work, before
We taste the sweets of its golden store.
In the gayest plot of the garden ground
The hives of the busy bees are found,
Where the tiny creatures, on ceaseless wing,
The honey are always gathering.
Yet first they build those pretty cells,
Where each young bee for a season dwells ;
By " sen-ing bees'* awhile they're fed,
Till they can earn their daily bread.
(Like infants, cradled for awhil. ,
With nurse's care, and mother's smile,
Till up to boys and men they grow,
A IP I through the world of toil must go.)
Mark how, to keep their honied store!
These countless cells are cover'd o'er:
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20 THE HONEY-COMB.
Each has six little walls around,
With every angle firmly bound ;
" Masons" and " Carpenters" all unite,
" Joiners" and " Plasterers" make them tight ;
Master-architects come to watch
If idle workmen they may catch,
Nor suffer one to form these rooms,
Who on a lazy hour presumes.
Their little feet, like your little hands^
Must do the work as he commands :
Some bring the wax so well prepar'd,
Some raise the walls quite smooth and hard,
'Till each cell fits in its proper place,
They lose not the tiniest bit of space,
Then at the top cement them o'er,
Without the smallest hole or pore.
These bees have a wise and powerful Queen,
Whose reign of order is plainly seen,
And not Mamma, in her hours of school,
Holds command with a firmer rule.
All arranged with skill and with care,
Neatness and cleanliness every where.
Forth they go at her sovereign will,
Each with his little bag to fill,
THE HONEY-COMB. - I
well they know, in their daily roun<l.
Where all the sweetest flowers are found,
Since 'tis not always the gayest we see,
x u 1.1 tlu most to the honey bee ;
And ! .rung dews are begun,
The diligent bees their work have done.
Watch them awhile how they steadily come,
Each with lii- treasure, cheerily home,
Then fmi-h thtir task by storing will
The nectar drop in its proper
Now to their tiny beds they creep,
Folding their silken wings to sin
Ready to wake with the early dawn,
Ere the sun has dried the dewy lawn.
In w inter, when all the flowers are gone,
No food in the garden to live upon,
The bees may some little portion take,
Of that which in summer days they make.
The lee-lrfod, which you may remark
Within those cells, so thick and dark,
Will serve tli.in now whereon to feed,
Prepared against their hour of need,
Whilst v* may have the larger store
Of those rich comb they've fill'd before.
22 THE HONEY-COMB.
Woe to the drone who thinks to live,
"Winter or summer, in the hive !
Quickly the hue and cry is given,
" Stop thief !" the culprit must be driven !
And, ere the valued store he steals,
Forth they have dragg'd him, neck and heels ;
And should the Queen command his death,
At once they'll stop his panting breath.
Sometimes the saucy wasps will try,
Even their hunger to supply,
But these, too, soon are driven out,
And sent " unto the right about."
For those who dress so smart and fine,
Oft like by others' toils to dine ;
And flit about, without a thought
At whose expense the meal is bought !
The different habits we may see,
'Twixt idle wasp, and busy bee,
Are much like diff' rent girls and boys :
Some only care for dress and toys ;
Whilst others diligently look
To mind their work, and learn their book.
We trust that Derwent will delight
To do whate'er he knows is right, j
TOE HONEY-COMB. 23
And in the summer days of youth,
Will gather knowledge wisdom truth.
And fill with honied lore each cell
Within his little mind so well,
That when he shall a man become,
Hell always find a store at home,
AiM like the bees, may live and thrive,
Within his own well-ordered hiv; !
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WIN AND WISP.
A STORY OF TWO LITTLE BEES.
THERE were two little bees from a busy hive,
Whom I watch'd go out and in :
The name of the one was " Will o' the Wisp"
And the other was " Work and Win"
As Win and Wisp went forth one day,
The honied cups to find,
I saw each take a different way,
Like boys of differing mind.
Wisp was peeping his idle phiz
In all the gaudiest flowers ;
He flutter'd, and buzz'd, and flew around,
Wasting the morning hours :
Whilst Win kept on a steady pace,
Humming a cheerful tune,
He sought the woodbine's favor'd place,
And work'd from morn 'till noon.
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11 watch'd where the sun hid drunk the !
That he might not clog his wing ;
Aii'l well from each nectar-drop he knew
A precious store to bring.
\Vjiil, \vt the sun shone bright and gay,
I! busily took his fill;
!ie who will not ^h< n tin \
Oft may not when they will !
And when he thus came laden home,
To the House of Industry,
The fair Queen ami I'd to see him come,
And calTd him her busy bee.
But Wup the idler the truant one,
Had loitered away the hours,
'Till the rain was come, and the sun was gone,
Anl clos'd were all the flowers !
With his task undone, and his wings all wet,
At the door <.f the hire to stood,
But the angry Queen Bee would not let
Such a lazy drone intrude :
26 WIN AND WISP.
For an idle bee, like an idle boy,
May lead the rest astray ;
And they who their master s praise enjoy,
Must choose the golden way.
Happily, merrily live the bees,
Who the choicest honey make,
Happily, merrily live the boys
Who the greatest pains will take.
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EGGS.
OP all the good things on the breakfast-board spread,
The milk and the Latter, the tea and the bread,
What most little Derwent would like to take up,
Is a spoonful of egg from his dear papa's cup.
Indeed Mrs. Hen 'tis a very kind thing
That you every day such a dainty will bring ;
Ami it rth with a brood of young chu-ki n,
Then Derwent will save all the crumbs fur their
picking.
Just look at this egg, and examine it well
The marble-like walls of its beautiful -lull ;
The soft, silky lining the ball, like pure gold,
In this bath clearly floating, within its safe hold.
It pleases the eye it is excellent food,
Boil, fry, or poach it, 'tis equally good ;
And puddings, and omelets, and custards it makes,
And other nice things not forgetting our cakes.
28 EGGS.
These eggs, which you think such a delicate treat,
Are part of the food we're permitted to eat :
The hens do not want what they give us each day,
But some birds only eggs for their little ones lay.
So, when in the woods or the hedges you spy
Those neat little nests where so snugly they lie,
Ah ! leave to the birdies their warm little home,
Nor let their blithe song to a note of grief come !
The boy who will rob a poor bird of her young,
Will lose the sweet songs they'd have merrily sung ;
And far more than this he will cruelly show,
His heart with no tender compassion can glow.
The swallows and martens who build 'neath our roof,
Of their nature confiding thus give us a proof;
The blackbird and thrush, in our shrubs and our trees
Will hang up their nests, to be rock'd by the breeze.
The sky-larks though high in the air they ascend,
Still hover in sight their low nests to defend;
Should any intruder their hiding-place spy,
'Twould spoil their rich tones up aloft in the sky.
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Bui the prettiest nestlet that ever was seen,
>y the tew*, where the leaves are all green ;
So small and so cunning, you'd take it to be
A bunch of soft moss on the stem of the tree !
Well leave them in peace with their pretty young
broods;
1 give us their songs in the fields and the woods:
The magpies may chatter the icood-dovet may coo,
And K t tli. m all find they've a lover in you.
Of many more sorts of their nests I might tell,
Hui this little book I should needlessly swell :
^ I asons,*and "Joiners," and "Tailors" you'll find ,
Each building a nest of a different kind.
Forget not, that God, the sole giver of good,
les them and ui with our houses and food:
In such merciful providence watching us all,
That, u:il. -> !! j'.-nnit- not ;i -j-arr^w can fill.
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TEA.
WHEN Derwent sits at the breakfast board,
And sees the tea from the tea-pot poured,
I wonder if ever he chanced to think
What it is his papa and mamma may drink !
He has heard of a country over the seas
The land called China its people Chinese ;
A people who deem themselves wondrous wise,
Whose industry nobody need despise.
(Their ivory carvings, their fans, and their toys,
Where whimsical fancy their genius employs,
Their drawings, their colours, their rare Indian ink,
Their beautiful tea-cups from which we may drink,
Are brilliant to look at, and pleasant to use ;
How few would such elegant presents refuse !
Besides which, of many more things you may read
Of this land that supplies us withjnuch that we need.)
CHINESE MANDARINS.
'Ill A. 31
There grow the shrubs, from whose loaves we may
This favorite tea, which thousands now take :
Where hundreds of natives, with diligent care,
Protect all the plants, ere these leaves they prepare.
They are planted, and watered, and weeded, and
And set into rows that are evenly matcliM :
The long taper leaves are pick'd off at tl.
When experience has shewn they are most in their
prime*
They're laid on tin plates, near the stoves which
supply
The due share of heat, till they're perfectly dry :
Each stem taken out, ere they're roll'd on the hand,
As sellers and buyers full well understand.
There's Congou, and By KM, Bokea, and Souchong,
So nam'd from each province to which they belong,
Ami tin.** * lik-h are prii'd as high-flavoured and best,
Are of younger and earlier leaves than the rest.
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When pack'd into chests, by the merchants they're
sought,
And exchang'd for the goods our vessels have brought :
Thus God has designed, both for one and the other,
That everywhere man should be helping his brother.
And this is the commerce of which you will read,
For which we must wish our merchants "good speed,"
Whereby different lands an exchange may fulfil,
And all may be gainers in peace and good- will.
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COFFEE
Now Dcrwent, you think, though the tea is so good,
Th" l.r- .i-l .ni'l tli-- milk both such excellent food,
Some little account you would like to be taught,
of the coffee which often at breakfast is brought.
A beautiful sight are those evergreen trees,
Their tall single stems, and their bright glossy leaves,
Their blossoms, which suddenly open and show
Likr the flakes of a fresh-fallen shower of snow.
Then quickly, among the green foliage are seen
inson berries in clusters bet"
When ripen'd, and freed from the hu-k that i-
Two grains of the coffee in each will ! found.
These berries are carefully gather'd and dried,
And sold to the merchants by whom we're supplied ;
They are roasted and ground, and boiled till quite clear,
Eire the coffee within <>ur cups can appear.
Some drink it quite strong, without sugar or cream,
"Which you would a very poor beverage deem,
While daintiest people no sweetness will choose
But delicate white sugar-candy to use !
The land where the choicest of coffee is grown,
Is a country for costly productions well known ;
For jewels and spices fruits richest and best
And hence they have named it, "Arabia the blest."
Again, in our West India islands 'tis found
That coffee plantations now richly abound :
But none can with coffee from Mocha compare,
Which the Turks with their hookas luxuriously share.
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SUGAR.
WE'LL talk of those beautiful islands
That lie in the great Western Main,
Their riches their flat lands, and highlands,
From whence we such luxuries gain.
There first, as a principal feature,
Our notice the Sugar-cane claims ;
That useful production of nature
Which looks like a reed in the plains.
This sugar so sparkling and shining,
Which here on the table you see,
Has gone through all sorts of refining,
Before it eaa sweeten onr tea.
The Can* most be watched in all weathers;
And sorely you never would guess,
The oot in our chimnies that gathers,
Assists these plantations to dress.
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The negroes who watch and attend them,
Soon spread it about o'er each field ;
They know 'twill from damage defend them,
Until their full harvest they yield.
And when in due season they cut them,
And carefully bring in each cane,
Then into large boilers they put them,
To get the rich juice they contain.
Next the sun and the air have the pow'r
To draw out the moisture from thence ;
Could you watch it you'd see every hour
The crystals of sugar condense.
They put this in casks for our shipping,
In which there are holes at one end,
Through which the molasses comes dripping,
Which seldom to England they send.
The rest, in these barrels sent over,
Is brown, as you see in a shop';
But the purest, our merchants discover,
Will always be found at the top.
8UOAR.
With ether ingredients they mix it,
In furnaces boil it quite dear ;
In moulds, like a cone, then they fix it,
Where sparkling and white 'twill appear.
Twill then be quite ready for using
But if you're a wise little boy,
will not be frequently choosing
Your palate with sweet things to cloy !
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WEST INDIA ISLANDS.
THE islands where sugar-canes flourish,
Those beautiful isles of the West
Abundance of other plants nourish,
The gayest, and choicest, and best.
There in full beauty and splendour,
Grow cocoa and tamarind trees ;
The aloe the palm, light and slender,
That waves hi the soft cooling breeze.
There loveliest flowers are blooming,
While creepers that gracefully twine,
The air with rich odours perfuming,
In colours harmonious combine.
There insects so brilliantly gleaming,
Fresh hues every moment unfold,
The fire-flies and butterflies seeming
Like emerald, sapphire, and gold.
COCOA- NUT 1HEE8.
I M.I A ISLANDS. 39
There birds of Cur form and bright fen-
Inhabit each deep shaded grove ;
Whil. humming-hinU flitting together,
Hie delicate flower-cups I
There lie the fair shells of the ocean,
The spiral, the conch, the volute,
Thrown in by the waves' ceaseless motion,
In numbers we cannot compute.
Thence come the turtles in plenty,
Which epicures think such a treat,
And sweetmeats, most luscious and da
Which at our desserts we may eat.
Thence also, those fruits so delicious,
The orange, the shaddock, the lime,
With arrow-root pure and nutritious,
All prow in this tropical cli
But still much as all these may charm us,
And make us quite long to be there,
Yet many things also will harm us,
Of which we may not be aware.
40 WEST INDIA ISLANDS.
For there comes the hurricane sweeping,
The trees and the houses to shake,
Ere suddenly roused from their sleeping,
The people their dwellings forsake.
The thunder above them is rolling
The ocean is raging below ;
The danger past human controlling,
The lightnings so vividly glow.
The hailstones are pattering around them,
Destroying their rich sugar-canes ;
The rain seems as if it would drown them,
In torrents it streams o'er the plains !
There birds may be richer in colour,
Yet harsh and discordant in voice ;
Whilst ours whose plumage is duller,
Our hearts with their songs can rejoice.
Though fire-flies there may delight us,
And butterflies spread their bright wing ;
Yet gnats and musquitoes will bite us,
And serpents will terribly sting.
IM'IA ISLANDS.
Then think when these wonder* they're telling,
Ami when you are longing to roam,
There's no place like England to dwell in,
There's nothing like England for home.
Tia right that an Englishman ever
This feeling should well understand,
Hut if la- is just, he will never
Despise any nation or land.
For God to each country has given
Some charm to its native most dear ;
Wherever he's banished or <lr
Th-> land of his birth hell revere.
THE RIVALS;
OR,
SUGAR AND SALT.
NATURE who watch'd her works with care,
Heard sounds which made her halt ;
Where rival tongues would fain compare
The claims of sugar and salt.
Sugar averr'd 'twas her part to serve
The highest throughout the land,
Who could no precious fruits preserve
Without her helping hand.
" For see what pains and care they use
To make me white and fine,
And in what various forms they choose
To see me sparkle and shine !
" The tasteful things which their tables show,
The fav'rite coffee and tea,
The bridal cake with its cover of snow,
Owe all their sweets to me.
THB RIVALS; OR, SUGAR AND SALT. 43
I ilt> tin- diiMrrn in VM delight !
From their earliest sugar-plum !
For barley-sugar for candies white-
For sugar-biscuit they come !"
true,* cried Salt ; " your claims I own,
i ey 're not so great as
My influence far more wide is known,
And / too sparkle and shine !
" People must Mm* when for you they wish,
It they can afford to buy,
But / can season the commonest dish,
As nobody will deny.
read and the butter the meat and the egg,
Their savour to me must owe ;
While to MM their food of me they beg,
As bacon and ham can show !
t% You, in your growth must be watch'd with care,
In patches of cultnrd ground !
But / //< in tli depths of the earth and there,
Quite ready for use am found.
44 THE RIVALS J OR,
" Come see me within my native home,
Each cavern and sparkling vault ;
Tis worth a traveller's while to roam
Through the splendid realms of salt.
" My crystals shine like diamonds bright,
Where a dazzling whiteness reigns :
Such regions of purity meet your sight,
As no fairy legend feigns.
" My chief abode is in Hungary laid,
Where my palace of Saltzburg shines ;
But in England too I long have staid,
In the famous Nantwich mines.
" I'm not confined to earth, but reign
Through the ocean's boundless space ;
My crystal form they easily gain
In every clime and place.
" I'm older than you by many a year,
And the highest virtues claim ;
E'en the robber Arab will curb his spear
If his bread and salt you name."
SUGAR AND SALT. 45
Here Sugar was ready to make reply.
But Nature told her to cease,
Bade them no longer as rivals vie,
Hut the general good increase.
She said whate'er man most required,
Most easily he obtaiu'd ;
when he daintirr things desired,
must be gained.
* where'er her realms ma\
Can only work HIS will,
At whose command earth, sea, and sky,
Their parts appointed nil.
tiled them forth at His decree,
javc to man his food ;
Creation he at a glance could see,
And pronounc'd it " very good."
Then learn to use with thankful heart,
Each gift your God bestows ;
To others' wants, with joy impart
What from His bounty flows.
46
THE LITTLE GENTLEMAN.
TAKE your meals, my little mail,
Always like a gentleman ;
Wash your face and hands with care,
Change your shoes, and brush your hair ;
Then so fresh, and clean and neat,
Come and take your proper seat :
Do not loiter, and be late,
Making other people wait :
Do not rudely point or touch :
Do not eat and drink too much :
Finish what you have, before
You ever ask, or send for more :
Never crumble or destroy
Food that others might enjoy ;
They who idly crumbs will waste
Often want a loaf to taste !
Never spill your milk or tea,
Never rude or noisy be ;
Never choose the daintiest food,
Be content with what is good :
Seek in all things that you can
To be a little gentleman !
MILL' UKr.AKFAST.
HERB our morning meal we end
What does Derwent next intend ?
Good and pleasant works are done,
When the day is well begun :
M< ming hours are precious things,
Whence our richest knowledge springs ;
Waste them not you cannot borrow
Time to-day, and pay to-morrow ;
Wasted time is lost for ever
Worse than lost it profits never !
Yet, I hope, my rhyming muse
May not teach you time to lose ;
If we should a moment pause,
i sought to learn the cause,
How this breakfast has been able
To be placed upon our table !
How ev'n to get a piece of bread,
Needs busy hands and thoughtful head ;
An.l if we'd have the butter too,
The dairy-maid her part most do ;
48 AFTER BREAKFAST.
What skill and industry combine,
Ere you can breakfast, sup, or dine !
Full soon you will yourself discern,
The further you may read and learn,
How many things, now common grown,
Were to our ancestors unknown.
They never sipped the fragrant tea,
They never crossed the boundless sea,
Which now our merchant ships explore,
Dainties to seek on every shore.
Whate'er with little skill or toil
Could be supplied upon the soil,
Sufficed their simple wants until
Commerce began our sails to fill :
Then novelties o'erspread the land,
Ideas soon began t' expand,
And Fashion waved her magic wand !
Then taste and elegance arose,
They ate new food, and wore new clothes,
Found out coffee, tea, and spices,
Sugar, fruits, and much that nice is !
Still I have never heard or read
That any thing but milk and bread
AFTER BBEAKFAST. 49
Has yet been found for children's food,
So pure, so wholesome, and so good :
And as I had begun my story
Supposing bread-ami -milk before ye,
So now your breakfast hat been ended,
My stories also are expended.
t'p then, dear boy, away, away !
Away to school, and then to play !
Io not wish so dull a boy,
Who cannot well hia play enjoy,
Hut earn it first in learning's hours,
With all your mind's attentirt powers.
Then may the joyous shout resound
Of happy childhood's voice around ;
The merry eye the laughing glee,
That speak the heart's *'\\\\\>\.
The honest beaming face of truth,
That sorest panoply of youth,
By which, in all you do or say,
Whether at school, or book, or ] !
A seven-fold shield you will secure,
Whi iul can endure.
50
FAREWELL.
DERWENT ! my task is ended now,
A pleasant task to me,
If I have made you better know
The things you daily see,
If I can lead your early mind
Still farther to desire,
The knowledge you are sure to find,
The more you may enquire.
Your task, dear boy, is now begun,
And wisely may you seek,
Till learning's height is fairly won,
In spirit strong yet meek :
And since you bear the honoured name
Of one whose mind could reach
The liigliest pinnacle of fame,
Yet lowly virtues teach ;
".]
aim to keep in view,
What most that grandsirc loved,
N<> thought to think no deed t>
// would have disapproved.
inu' must never make you \
Hut lead yon on to tread
'I'll" path he prayed for you to gain,
With blessings on your head !
He would have taught you to obey
^ ir parents here below,
And with their aid, most humbly pray,
God would his grace bestow.
\ think though by the world allowed '
A mighty sage to be,
re the cross of Christ he bo\%
In drop luunil'
' -'
OCCASIONAL POEMS
D. M. <
To D. M. C.
A l III A BIBLE, OX HIS UIRTII-DAY.
DEAR Dcrwent, when you first were taught,
Vnr little books to read and learn,
Tkit book I promised when I thought
You could its real worth discern.
An'l you are seven years old to-day!
While thus my promise I redeem,
Fondly ami liumMy <lo I pray,
You may its treasures to esteem,
That day by day, and year by year,
Its value you may truly prove ;
May learn therein all sin to fear,
And every Christian grace t<> !
6 TO D. M. C.
And though your riper years alone,
Can all its boundless treasures know,
Yet e'en to childhood's age is shewn,
God does on them His grace bestow.
How Moses in his bulrush ark,
Was wafted to a place of rest;
For God, who watch'd that fragile bark,
His tender mother's efforts blest.
He grew in learning and in skill,
Yet never turn'd aside from God :
But meekly did His holy will,
And in the path of duty trod :
How Samuel, by his mother led,
To offer up his daily prayer,
Was taught, upon his little bed,
That he was God's peculiar care :
How David, when a stripling boy,
Attending on his father's sheep,
The mighty giant could destroy,
And Judah's land in safety keep ;
TO D. M. C.
Because he trusted in the Lord,
And in His strength alone was strong,
And loved to praise His sacred word,
In psalms, and hymns, and holy song.
But dearest onto childhood's ear,
And meant to soften childhood's heart,
Is all they read of JESUS here
Fulfilling meekly childhood's part.
subject to his parents* will,
Was gentle, dutiful, and mild,
Who is the surest pattern still
For every good and humble child ;
Who, being through his youth still tni-,
\ first in childhood he begun,
" In wisdom as in stature grew"
In favour both with God and man.
\V!i<>, having known e'en childhood's cares.
Now watches them in tender love,
Will gladly listen to their prayers,
And their continual guardian prove.
58 TO D. M C.
In His own gracious words He said,
" Bid little children come to me,"
And He will ever give them aid,
If they but good and true will be.
May He this gift, dear Derwent, bless !
Teach you your bible so to love,
That when you're tempted to transgress,
Its precepts may your safeguard prove.
I'VE loved little Derwent through many a year,
Since first a blithe prattler he sat on my knee,
And asked a new tale or a story to hear,
And he was a dear little Derwent to me !
I've loved him when, drest in his cap, and hi** lance,
And his little red coat, he a soldier would be,
And as I have watch'd him from childhood advance,
He still was a dear little Derwent to me.
I've loved him, not leas since at Latin and Greek ,
A diligent school boy he's aiming to be,
\ii-l while for instruction hell willingly seek,
r will be a dear Derwent to m- '
Ob, may I but see him repay the fond care,
By parents now lavish *d to guide him aright,
Maybe merit their love, and respond to their prayer;
Then Derwent will ever his parents delight.
60 TO D. M. C.
Now onward, dear boy you've a long hill to mount,
And patience, and temper, and toil there must be,
If on learning and wisdom you fairly would count,
And be the good Derwent we all hope to see.
Tis your Birth-day to-day the swift traveller Time,
Has carried you forward nine summers to see :
This toast we will drink to your boyhood's fair prime,
"A health to dear Derwent, with three times three !"
II
CAP-A-HK.
LITTLE Derwent, delighted, the bogles had heard ;
He law the troop move at the officer's word,
And all his young chivalrous feelings were stirr'd,
tight what a much better thing it would bo,
Instead of dull lesson* fn.m A, B, and C,
To be a gay soldier full armed cap-a-pie ;
One day, when his mother was passing just near
I>'s bouse, a young voice met her ear,
Which made her say, " What ! can my Derwent be
here?"
Yes ! there was her boy who so happy as he,
As he answer'd, "They'll make a red jacket for me,
* And 111 be a soldier full armed cap-a-pie !
Mr. Snip and his men had good naturcdly made
A ! .right scarlet jacket, with smart silver braid,
In which little Derwent was quickly array 'd :
A.ljutant happen 'd his jacket to see,
He order'd a lance, just the size that should be,
To have the young Lancer full armed cap-a- j
62 CAP-A-PIE.
His cap was adorn'd with a white waving feather,
His sword was confin'd by his belt of white leather,
And his uniform dress made complete altogether.
When he gave the word of command, you might see,
No toy, or no book so attractive could be,
As this pretty play to be armed cap-a-pie !
Now Derwent is older, and many new plays
Have caught his young fancy, since those early days
When the bugle's full note was the theme of his praise.
Now, through every year he more clearly can see,
By the lessons which follow on A, B, and C,
His mind will in manhood be armed cap-a-pie.
63
LITTLE BOW WOW.
WHO loves s garden?" a kind papa said,
'id who will come there with me now ?"
" I will," said Arthur, and 1 will/' said James,
And / too, barked little Bow Wow !
Away to the garden they went, all tin- f..ur.
Papa, his two boys, and Bow Wow,
He talked and he laughed and tin- im-rry young
dog
Barked loud as his lungs would allow.
He gave them a nice little plot of spare ground,
With new gardening tools, and with seeds,
And 1. ft them to dig, and to hoe, and to rake,
And to carry away all the weeds.
thur and James went directly to work,
To dig, and to rake, and to hoc ;
Whilst little Bow Wow look'd wondering on,
i,-.t \\cll know what t
64 LITTLE BOW WOW.
In their gardening basket they put all the weeds,
They raked their beds smoothly and neat,
When little Bow Wow jumped into the midst,
And scattered them all with his feet.
" Oh fie, naughty dog !" exclaimed Arthur and James,
" How can you behave yoursejf so ?
If you spoil all our work, and scatter our weeds,
We surely must call you De trop /"*
He thought they were playing, and frolicked about,
As if it were capital fun,
To run o'er the beds, and to toss up the weeds,
And spoil the neat work they had done !
Yet little Bow Wow was a good little dog,
And these boys, too, were kind little boys -,
They taught him so well how a dog should behave,
That a rare pleasant life he enjoys.
He basks in the sun, or he lies in the shade,
Whilst the seeds in their garden they sow ;
He will carry their basket about in his mouth,
Wherever they tell him to go.
* Alluding to a name given playfully to a new pet dor
LITTLE BOW WOW. 65
When the peas and the beans, and the salad and cress,
Were all springing out of the ground ;
They went with their wat'ring pots down to th<
Where bright water-lilies abound.
'They were trying to gather these beautiful flowers,
To place in mamma's pretty glass ;
When Arthur slipped in and James scream M
But no one that way seem'd to pass.
Then little Bow Wow galloped off in a trice,
Till the house of the gardener he gain'd ;
He whin'd, and he bark'd, and he tugged at his coat,
Till his object at last be obtaiu'd.
They ran back together, and found the two hoys,
As you'll think, in a terrible plight,
Little Arthur was striving in Tain to get out,
And James scarce could help him for fright.
They had just pulled him out, all dripping ami %\ t .
As papa to the party came down,
Little Bow Wow was licking their bands with
alight,
\Vhile they all his good services own.
66 LITTLE BOW WOW.
Then into the water he suddenly dashed ;
He pulled with his teeth at the flower,
Then brought out a lily and laid at their feet,
As if to remember that hour !
And what said mamma when the party came home,
Papa his two boys, and Bow Wow
When the story was told, and the lily was shown,
And where it was gathered and how !
Why she thankfully kissed her dear boys, and she
They no more such a risk would incur ;
But believe that the flowers, whose seeds they had
sown,
Were always the sweetest to her.
And she patted the head of their little Bow Wow,
As he stood by her, wagging his tail,
She promised that no one would think him " De
trop"
Whose faithfulness thus could avail.
urn. i ii"\s WOW.
ver he watches that Arthur and James
!i< r their beet nosegay may cull ;
To the pond little Bow Wow will dash, and from
thence
A bright water-lily \\\\\ pull.
68
THE BAYA, OR HINDU SPARROW.
I TOLD you of those little birds,
Who build such different nests,
All ready to receive and lodge
Their pretty little guests ;
Swallow and marten wren and thrush,
Beneath the roof or in the bush.
But I can tell a wondrous tale,
About a gentle creature,
A bird, whom I am sure you'll love,
If ever you can meet her.
Yet only within India's bound
The Hindu sparrow can be found
THE BAYA, OR HINDU SPARROW. 69
So docile, and so teachable,
So faithful, and so true,
So ready and so tractable
In all they're told to do ;
Ev'n letters they will safely take,
ver will a blunder make.
Away the winged messenger
Upon its errand flies,
Swiftly to some expecting one
The wished-for news supplies ;
Then nestles in her folded dress,
And waits to have a fond <
Or pretty little tricks it plays,
The clever little bird !
The sparkling jewel seizes, when
Its master gives the word.
If down the well he drops a ring,
Swift flies his bird the prize to bring.
70 THE BAYA, OR HINDU SPARROW.
But when this faithful bird, at last,
Her own true mate has found,
They hie them to the river's side,
Where cocoa trees abound,
And here, a curious nest they form
Roomy, and safe, and snug, and warm.
For, not one lodging-room alone
Contents this careful pair :
Three chambers may be clearly seen,
Built and divided there,
Securely for her precious eggs
A little nursery she begs.
There, with a mother's patient love,
Does she so fondly brood,
And only to their parlour come,
To take her daily food ;
That food her faithful mate provides,
And builds a little porch besides ;
THE BAT A, OB HINDU SPARROW. 71
There sings bis sweetest tunes, or seeks
Where fire-flies brightly gleam,
Fixing them round hw porch, where they
Like brilliant lamps may seem,
Lights that may guide him to his home,
When far away for food he'll roam.
And when the mother bird, ere long,
retty nestlings shews ;
When by their early chirpings, soon
Their wants he duly knows ;
He brings them worms, and flies, and seeds,
Supplying all their daily needs.
Yet danger lurks around this spot,
Where wily snakes entwine
Their coiling forms around the trees,
Poor birds to slyly gain.
But well the cunning sparrow's nest
Is formed for safety and for rest :
72 THE BAYA, OR HINDU SPARROW.
He twists a slender cord, yet firm,
From off the spreading tree,
And, o'er the river's bank let down
By this, his house you'll see.
Suspended from the branches' height,
Hundreds such nests will meet our sight.
How knows this pretty bird to shun
A danger ere it come ?
Or how can such a tiny thing
Construct so safe a home ?
Does he not fear, lest every blast
His treasures may o'erwhelm at last ?
He feels them safe he's taught by One
Whose care his work directs,
Who, man, and bird, and beast, through life,
With guardian care protects.
To bird and beast He instinct gives,
But man by nobler reason lives.
THE DAY A, OR HINDU SPARROW. ?3
And mark, dear boy, that birds and beasts
Have ever done the same,
Since in the world's creation first
At His command they came :
He gave tJttm instinct to supply
Life's daily wants and then they die.
Hut rwm, continuing progrt** makes
Through each succeeding age,
From barbarous to polished life,
From savage up to sage :
Improvement was to him assigned,
The powers of a thoughtful mind.
Tis well, that for his sojourn here
Fresh pleasures he should gain,
While for a higher state he strives
Than birds or beasts attain,
That fur which all his powers were given,
To live for evermore in heaven.
74- THE BAYA, OR HINDU SPARROW.
Keep this in mind, dear child, admire
The instinct of the bird,
In that and in your reason too
The voice of God is heard.
And with your highest powers fulfil
In all things, His Almighty Will.
THE EAGLET OF BENVENUE.
I 1 1 1 : EAGLET OF BENVENUE.*
On the high and tow'ring summit,
Of the mighty Bcnvcnue,
An eagle in her lofty eyrie,
1 1 nl her eaglets from oar view.
Beneath the sheltering mountain
In the fair and fertile plain ;
On a lovely autumn noon-day,
Still they reaped the golden grab.
And among those joyous reapers
Was a youthful mother seen,
Her orphan boy was near her laid,
For whom she came to glean.
Fair Margaret at the Manse t had lived
A maiden prized and loved,
Where Donald won her for his bride,
And constant truth had proved.
* A mountain in Scotland.
t The name given la Scotland to the clergyman'! how.
76 THE EAGLET OF BEN VENUE.
He fought in his country's battles,
And died, as brave men die ;
And Margaret for their boy had toil'd,
Placing her trust on high.
* * * * *
A cry from the mountain's summit
From the plain below, a wail !
The eagle pounces on her child,
What help can here avail !
Transfix'd in speechless horror,
They watch 'd him soar away
To the eaglets in his eyrie,
Bearing his precious prey !
She looked but for one moment,
She staid not there to weep ;
The next they see her speeding,
High up that pathless steep.
The eagle is far above her,
She cannot mark his flight ;
The gazers see him drop her child,
Just at the eyrie's height.
THE EAGLET OP BENT1HUB. 77
By their shouts again they rouse him,
Higher aloft to soar ;
He wheels away on the mountain's brow,
Hovering o'er axvi
Crag after crag she is gaining,
She pauses not for breath ;
Amidst the trees her kirtle gleams,
She speeds for life or death !
See ! she has reached the < \
What sound has met her ears ?
Tis a mother's heart sustains her
1 1- r child's dear voice she hears !
To that fond heart she holds him,
Unhurt her darling lies ;
" My Donald, I have saved thee !"
'Midst thankful tears she cries.
78 THE EAGLET OF BEN VENUE.
PART THE SECOND.
IN her kirtle's ample foldings,
She holds her rescued one ;
Scarce conscious more of danger,
She turns to bring him down.
On a dizzy height she's standing,
She sees the trackless steep ;
How, with her precious burden,
Can she her footsteps keep ?
While to the plain below her
She looks in mute despair ;
She sees her friends and neighbours,
Upon their knees in prayer.
And one she marks among them,
Her pastor and sure guide,
Who through each scene of trial,
Was at the sufferer's side.
TUK EAGLET OP BJDIVEHUB.
When she felt that he was leading
All hearts to pray for her,
Unto God's all-gracious power
Mr child she could refer.
Then, firm in hope, descending,
Each tottering step she took,
Scarce at her treasure daring
To steal a hasty look.
The goat's light foot-marks tracing,
Adown that shelving way,
She stepp'd where human foot ne'er trod
Until that fearful day !
At times, o'erwhelm'd and weary,
II. r failing heart would sink,
Till friends below, and God on high,
Forbade to her yet shrink.
Oh cheer thee, cheer thee, Margaret !
Thy toil will soon be past ;
The prayers of many righteous ones
Shall win the goal at last !
80 THE EAGLET OF BENVENUE.
Near and more near approaching,
Her trembling steps they aid ;
Till she sees her child in safety
In her pastor's arms is laid.
Unconscious more of sight or sound,
E'en joy's glad shout appals
" My Donald, God hath saved thee now !"
In blissful trance she falls !
* * * * *
Young Donald was his mother's stay,
As to manhood's prime he grew ;
But he never lost his early name,
The Eaglet of Ben venue!
81
To D. M. C.
\\ITH \ r.HKKK TI>FAV I- HIKTIIHA Y.
DEAR Dcrwcnt if they truly say,
That you are ten year* old to-day,
Then you have reached tin- tiim
When childhood may with boyhood blend,
And rightly must you strive to >_
Each hour of youthful prime.
While as a child, you still obey
loving parents day by day,
safest, surest guides ;
u are old enough to k :
Your actions from your tfiougkl* most flow,
As truth your way decides.
82 TO D. M. C.
A school-boy now you onward press
From class to class in eagerness
Some higher step to gain :
Yet pause^ and think , and oft enquire,
If real knowledge you desire
In manhood to attain.
You've passed from Latin on to Greek,
Ere long its treasures you will seek,
And prize its classic lore :
Your mind will dwell on many a page
Of bard, philosopher, and sage,
An ever-during store.
Then may this little book, dear boy,
Your first and highest thoughts employ :
Small may my gift appear ;
But 'tis the touchstone whence alone
Learning's true value can be known,
And your own path made clear.
WITH A GREEK TESTAMENT. 83
Be it your safeguard and your guide !
May you in J/u command* .v
Whose precepts here are given :
So shall the child we've loved the boy
Whose life we watch with hope an
Be on his way to heaven !
84
LINES
WRITTEN IN D. M. C/S INFANCY.
ANGEL of a brighter sphere,
Watch o'er little Derwent here !
From your starry realm on high
Guard him in his infancy !
Be to him, in childhood's day,
Guardian, even in his play ;
Watchful o'er his opening mind,
Ere deceit an entrance find ;
Prompt the heaven-directed prayer
Daily for Almighty care ;
Lead him, ere the world he meet,
To kneel before the mercy-seat,
Strength beyond his own to seek ;
As his blessed Saviour, meek ;
Led by His supporting aid,
May he never be dismayed !
Like a lion bold when sin
Strives his youthful heart to win ;
Else, as gentle lambkin mild
May'st thou be, thou precious child !
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