last shilling I've no more,
You know the reason I am poor.
Let my forgiveness dry your tears,
And lull to rest a brother's fears;
A tender sister, close the scene
Of anguish, grief, and sorrow keen;
She gives a sigh and said adieu,
And waft her blessings then on you.
Johnson who keeps the County Jail,
The captives fate he much bewail;
And tries the utmost in his power,
To soften each corroding hour,
Of those appointed to his care,
And lull to rest the mind's despair.
Respect to all he daily pay,
While they the prison laws obey;
But if decorum's rules they break,
Coercive steps he quickly take;
Till order is restor'd again,
And they from acting wrong refrain.
Each turnkey is a civil man,
And will oblige you if they can;
Yet faithful to their trust they are,
And will do nothing that's unfair.
On City prison now I dwell,
The captives like their keeper well;
They say he's kind to every man,
And ease their troubles all he can.

TO THE MEMORY
OF AN
AFFECTIONATE PARENT.

My pen cannot describe or tears convey,
The pangs I felt when late I bad farewell;
I view'd in death's embrace a parent lay,
And heard the passing of the mournful bell.

Nine month's disease its ravages had made,
E'er death reliev'd her from all sufferings here;
I saw the Sexton with his Iron spade,
Mark out the spot, and place the gloomy bier.

Affecting scene! while recollection last,
I'll trace the parting of our sad adieu;
Dwell on those scenes that are for ever past,
Tho' in my mind it troubles fresh renew.

Just before death had wield the fatal blow,
That stops the power of utterance or sigh;
She with a voice angelic soft and low,
Cried, Lord! forgive me e'er my spirit fly.

Oft have I seen my virtuous parent stray,
O'er her lov'd garden pensive and forlorn;
To cull the flowers each succeeding day,
And view the beauties of a summer's morn.

Scarce did the flower adorn the spot around,
But her hand planted in its proper place;
No fonder lover of those sweets were found,
While she their beauties in her mind cou'd trace.

Three days before her suffering were o'er,
She crav'd assistance to her favourite spot;
And said my roses I shall see no more,
And when I'm absent they will be forgot.

But for her sake a faithful servant toil,
To free the flowers f