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And how, with children, I shall pick my way,
Through a hard world, is more than I can say:
Then change not, brother, your more happy state,
Or on the hazard long deliberate.”

George answered gravely, “It is right and fit,
In all our crosses, humbly to submit:
Your apprehensions are unwise, unjust;
Forbear repining, and expel distrust.”
He added, “Marriage was the joy of life,"
And gave his service to his brother's wife;
Then vowed to bear in all expense a part,
And thus concluded, “Have a cheerful heart.”

Had the glad Isaac been his brother's guide,
In these same terms the seaman had replied;
At such reproofs the crafty landsman smiled,
And softly said, “This creature is a child.”

Twice had the gallant ship a capture made,
And when in port the happy crew were paid,
Home went the sailor, with his pocket stored,
Ease to enjoy, and pleasure to afford;
His time was short, joy shone in every face,
Isaac half fainted in the fond embrace:
The wife resolved her honored guest to please,
The children clung upon their uncle's knees;
The grog went round, the neighbors drank his health,
And George exclaimed, “Ah! what to this is wealth?
Better," said he, "to bear a loving heart,
Than roll in riches—but we now must part!”

All yet is still—but hark! the winds o'ersweep The rising waves, and howl upon the deep, Ships late becalmed on mountain-billows rideSo life is threatened, and so man is tried.

Ill were the tidings that arrived from sea,
The worthy George must now a cripple be;
His leg was lopped; and though his heart was sound,
Though his brave captain was with glory crowned,
Yet much it vexed him to repose on shore,
An idle log, and be of use no more:
True, he was sure that Isaac would receive
All of his brother that the foe might leave;
To whom the seaman his design had sent,
Ere from the port the wounded hero went:
His wealth and expectations told, he “knew
Wherein they failed, what Isaac's love would do;
That he the grog and cabin would supply,
Where George at anchor during life would lie.”

The landsman read—and, reading, grew distressed:-
“Could he resolve t admit so poor a guest?
Better at Greenwich might the sailor stay,
Unless his purse could for his comforts pay”;
So Isaac judged, and to his wife appealed,
But yet acknowledged it was best to yield:
“Perhaps his pension, with what sums remain
Due or unsquandered, may the man maintain;
Refuse we must not.”—With a heavy sigh
The lady heard, and made her kind reply:
“Nor would I wish it, Isaac, were we sure
How long his crazy building will endure;
Like an old house, that every day appears
About to fall—he may be propped for years;
For a few months, indeed, we might comply,
But these old battered fellows never die."

The hand of Isaac, George on entering took, With love and resignation in his look;

Declared his comfort in the fortune past,
And joy to find his anchor safely cast;
“Call then my nephews, let the grog be brought,
And I will tell them how the ship was fought.”

Alas! our simple seaman should have known,
That all the care, the kindness, he had shown,
Were from his brother's heart, if not his memory, flown:
All swept away to be perceived no more,
Like idle structures on the sandy shore;
The chance amusement of the playful boy,
That the rude billows in their rage destroy.

Poor George confessed, though loath the truth to find, Slight was his knowledge of a brother's mind: The vulgar pipe was to the wife offense, The frequent grog to Isaac an expense; Would friends like hers, she questioned, “choose to come, Where clouds of poisoned fume defiled a room? This could their lady friend, and Burgess Steel (Teased with his worship's asthma), bear to feel? Could they associate or converse with him

A loud rough sailor with a timber limb?”
v Cold as he grew, still Isaac strove to show,

By well-feigned care, that cold he could not grow;
And when he saw his brother look. distressed,
He strove some petty comforts to suggest;
On his wife solely their neglect to lay,
And then t excuse it, as a woman's way;
He too was chidden when her rules he broke,
And then she sickened at the scent of smoke.

George, though in doubt, was still consoled to find
His brother wishing to be reckoned kind:
That Isaac seemed concerned by his distress
Gave to his injured feelings some redress;

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But none he found disposed to lend an ear
To stories, all were once intent to hear:
Except his nephew, seated on his knee,
He found no creature cared about the sea;
But George indeed—for George they called the boy,
When his good uncle was their boast and joy-
Would listen long, and would contend with sleep,
To hear the woes and wonders of the deep;
Till the fond mother cried—“That man will teach
The foolish boy his loud and boisterous speech.”
So judged the father—and the boy was taught

To shun the uncle, whom his love had sought. )

The mask of kindness now but seldom worn,
George felt each evil harder to be borne;
And cried (vexation growing day by day),
“Ah! brother Isaac!—What! I'm in the way!”
"No! on my credit, look ye, no! but I
Am fond of peace, and my repose would buy
On any terms—in short, we must comply:
My spouse had money—she must have her will--
Ah! brother-marriage is a bitter pill.”

George tried the lady—“Sister, I offend."
“Me?” she replied—“O no!-you may depend
On my regard—but watch your brother's way,
Whom I, like you, must study and obey.”

“Ah!” thought the seaman, “what a head was mine,
That casy berth at Greenwich to resign!
I'll to the parish”—but a little pride,
And some affection, put the thought aside.

Now gross neglect and open scorn he bore
In silent sorrow—but he felt the more:
The odious pipe he to the kitchen took,
Or strove to profit by some pious book.

When the mind stoops to this degraded state, New griefs will darken the dependent's fate; "Brother!” said Isaac, “you will sure excuse The little freedom I'm compelled to use: My wife's relations—(curse the haughty crew)— Affect such niceness, and such dread of you: You speak so loud—and they have natures softBrother- -I wish

do go upon the loft!” . Poor George obeyed, and to the garret fled, Where not a being saw the tears he shed: But more was yet required, for guests were come, Who could not dine if he disgraced the room. It shocked his spirit to be esteemed unfit With an own brother and his wife to sit; He grew

rebellious—at the vestry spoke For weekly aid they heard it as a joke; “So kind a brother, and so wealthy—you Apply to us?

-No! this will never do: Good neighbor Fletcher,” said the overseer, "We are engaged—you can have nothing here!”

George muttered something in despairing tone, Then sought his loft, to think and grieve alone; Neglected, slighted, restless on his bed, With heart half broken, and with scraps ill fed; Yet was he pleased, that hours for play designed Were given to ease his ever-troubled mind; The child still listened with increasing joy, And he was soothed by the attentive boy.

At length he sickened, and this duteous child Watched o'er his sickness, and his pains beguiled; The mother bade him from the loft refrain, But, though with caution, yet he went again;

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