Here too, sometimes, he'd take his glass, At certain times at Jerry's Folly. But this, like other follies, spread, And soon became a favorite spot; He little thought when first his head Who wish'd to spend an evening jolly, Would hie from home, and saunter on, To this same noted Jerry's Folly. Here may be seen the boy from school, The Miss (in teens), and graver maiden, Posting, the one upon a mule, The other on a donkey laden. And even older heads were seen, With hoary hairs, not one said "Nolle," Hast'ning in crowds, with simp'ring grin, To spend the day at Jerry's Folly. Yea belles and beaux of better sort, In gig, in phaton and tandem. Here often two fond lovers stray'd, Full many an hour at "Jerry's Folly," Thus old and young of each degree, But so it is that all mankind, From kings to sweeps begrim'd with colley; Though kindly to their own they're blind, Will see their neighbour Jerry's Folly. Thus is this little house become A theme to guide the moral pen; To teach mankind to look at home, Whene'er they seek for faults again. If all their follies could be known, Reproofs would light on them full volley; And all the world would cast a frown, To hear them laugh at Jerry's Folly. Yet, after all that can be said He ne'er had rais'd a stone t'announce A SCENE IN A COTTAGE. As 'cross the heath I chanc'd to stray, In thoughtless mood, I miss'd my way. At length a cottage met my view, Adorn'd with dark and shading yew; The rustic owner bar'd his bushy head, And kindly bade me welcome to his shed. Around the fire in cheerful chat, In huddled groups the urchins crouch: The stifled titter the broad laugh succeeds, As wanton thoughts their tickled fancy feeds. And now the crackling faggot flies, Till one full glare the crimson flames assume, The waving light, the bonny blaze, And catch the sparks that fly around: But ah! the hour is hast'ning on; Th' exhausted flames in embers lie: With downcast looks they watch th' expiring light; Their short-liv'd joy is wrapp'd again in night. |