ys a trifle _demode_. Her metaphors
of sin are all derived from the life of paupers:--

Paupers through their sinful folly
Are workers of iniquity,
Living on Jehovah's bounty,
Wasting in abject poverty.

A pauper's funeral their end,
No angels waft their souls on high;
Rich they were thought on earth, perhaps,
Yet far from wealth accursed they lie.

Who are the rich? God's Word declares,
The men whose treasure is above--
Those humble working _gentlefolk_
Whose life flows on in deeds of love.

Despised in life I may remain,
Misunderstood by rich and poor;
An entrance yet I hope to gain
To wealthy plains on endless shore.

No paupers in that heavenly land,
The sons of God are rich indeed;
His daughters all His treasures share;
It will their highest hopes exceed.

Those paupers who are 'saved' are rewarded by material comforts such as
graced the earthly home of Georgiana herself, one of the 'humble working
_gentlefolk_.' She enjoys her own fireside with an almost Pecksniffian
relish, and she profoundly observes, as she sits beside her hearth:--

Like forest trees men rise and grow:
Good timber some will prove,
Others decayed as fuel piled,
Prepared are for that stove

That burns for ever, Tophet called,
Heated by jealous heat,
Adapted to destroy all chaff,
And leaves unscorched the wheat.

Excellent Georgiana! She could not stand very much chaff of any kind, I
suspect.

The alarming progress of ritualism in the 'eighties disturbed her
considerably, though it inspired some of her more weighty verses. They
should be favourites with Dr. Clifford and Canon Hensley Henson:--

Some men in our days cover over
A body deformed with their sin:
A cross worked in various colours,
Forgetting that God looks within.

Alas! in our churches at present
Simplicity seems quite despised;
To represent things far above us
Are heathenish customs revived.

This evil is spreading among us,
And where will it end, can you tell?
Join not with the misled around us,
Take warning, my readers . . .

The veneration of the Blessed Virgin goaded her into composition of
stanzas unparalleled in the whole literature of Protestantism:--

My readers, can you nowhere see
A parallel to Israel's sin?
The House of God, at home, abroad:
_Idols are there_--that house within.