1J) THE FORESTERS. 



Where quinces, pears, anil clustering grapes were seem. 



With pondrous calabashes hnng between; 



While orchards, leaded, bending o'er the grass, 



Invite to taste, and chr ( r r.s rs we pass. 



But these tco seen give pkrc to ] respects drear, 



As o'er Northampton's (5" y barren l:r i<rl.ts we steer; 



Bleak land of stones, deep swarr.ps, and pigmy woods. 



Where the poor Swabian e'er his d.r.dgery breeds; 



Toils hard; and when the heats of harvest burn 



Gleans from the rocks his pittance in return. 



Yet though so poor its soil, his sheaves so few, 



All-conquering industry still bears him through; 



Averse to change, pleased patiently to plod 



The same dull round ins honest father trcd. 



Behold his low roof hut on yonder green ! 



There no gay front cr proud piazza *s seen ; 



Let wealthy fools their precious hoards disburse, 



No whim can tempt him to untie his purse. 



A moss-grown penthouse shades his narrow door, 



One window joins with patches covered o'er; 



Around the garden numerous hives are ranged, 



And pendent grounds to fading yellow changed. 



is, smoke-house, hog-pens, crowd the miry yard, 

 Where endless yells from growling pigs are heard. 

 Approach this humble hut: look in, nor fear; 

 Say, could Ambition find one comfort here? 

 Yet sweet Content e'en here is sometimes found, 

 Turning the wheel, or slumbering by its sound- 

 No mirrors dazzle, no rich beds appear, 

 Wide wasting Fashion never entered here. 

 Those plates of pewter, ranged along the frame, 



