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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Everyday Characters I - The Vicar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some years ago, ere time and taste<br> Had turned our parish topsy-turvy,<br> When Darnel Park was Darnel Waste,<br> And roads as little known as scurvy,<br> The man who lost his way, between<br> St. Mary's Hill and Sandy Thicket,<br> Was always shown across the green,<br> And guided to the Parson's wicket.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Back flew the bolt of lissom lath;<br> Fair Margaret, in her tidy kirtle,<br> Led the lorn traveller up the path,<br> Through clean-clipt rows of box and myrtle;<br> And Don and Sancho, Tramp and Tray,<br> Upon the parlour steps collected,<br> Wagged all their tails, and seemed to say--<br> 'Our master knows you--you're expected.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Uprose the Reverend Dr. Brown,<br> Uprose the Doctor's winsome marrow;<br> The lady laid her knitting down,<br> Her husband clasped his ponderous Barrow;<br> Whate'er the strangers caste or creed,<br> Pundit or Papist, saint or sinner,<br> He found a stable for his steed,<br> And welcome for himself, and dinner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> If, when he reached his journey's end,<br> And warmed himself in Court or College,<br> He had not gained an honest friend<br> And twenty curious scraps of knowledge,--<br> If he departed as he came,<br> With no new light on love or liquor,--<br> Good sooth, the traveller was to blame<br> And not the Vicarage, nor the Vicar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> His talk was like a stream, which runs<br> With rapid change from rocks to roses:<br> It slipped from politics to puns,<br> It passed from Mahomet to Moses;<br> Beginning with the laws which keep<br> The planets in their radiant courses,<br> And ending with some precept deep<br> For dressing eels, or shoeing horses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He was a shrewd and sound Divine,<br> Of loud Dissent the mortal terror;<br> And when, by dint of page and line,<br> He 'stablished Truth, or startled Error,<br> The Baptist found him far too deep;<br> The Deist sighed with saving sorrow;<br> And the lean Levite went to sleep,<br> And dreamed of tasting pork to-morrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> His sermon never said or showed<br> That Earth is foul, that Heaven is gracious,<br> Without refreshment on the road<br> From Jerome, or from Athanasius:<br> And sure a righteous zeal inspired<br> The hand and head that penned and planned them,<br> For all who understood admired,<br> And some who did not understand them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He wrote, too, in a quiet way,<br> Small treatises, and smaller verses,<br> And sage remarks on chalk and clay,<br> And hints to noble lords--and nurses;<br> True histories of last year's ghost,<br> Lines to a ringlet, or a turban,<br> And trifles for the Morning Post,<br> And nothings for Sylvanus Urban.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He did not think all mischief fair,<br> Although he had a knack of joking;<br> He did not make himself a bear,<br> Although he had a taste for smoking;<br> And when religious sects ran mad,<br> He held, in spite of all his learning,<br> That if a man's belief is bad,<br> It will not be improved by burning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And he was kind, and loved to sit<br> In the low hut or garnished cottage,<br> And praise the farmer's homely wit,<br> And share the widow's homelier pottage:<br> At his approach complaint grew mild;<br> And when his hand unbarred the shutter,<br> The clammy lips of fever smiled<br> The welcome which they could not utter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He always had a tale for me<br> Of Julius Cæsar, or of Venus;<br> From him I learnt the rule of three,<br> Cat's cradle, leap-frog, and Quae genus:<br> I used to singe his powdered wig,<br> To steal the staff he put such trust in,<br> And make the puppy dance a jig,<br> When he began to quote Augustine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Alack the change! in vain I look<br> For haunts in which my boyhood trifled,--<br> The level lawn, the trickling brook,<br> The trees I climbed, the beds I rifled:<br> The church is larger than before;<br> You reach it by a carriage entry;<br> It holds three hundred people more,<br> And pews are fitted up for gentry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sit in the Vicar's seat: you'll hear<br> The doctrine of a gentle Johnian,<br> Whose hand is white, whose tone is clear,<br> Whose phrase is very Ciceronian.<br> Where is the old man laid?--look down,<br> And construe on the slab before you,<br> 'Hic jacet GVLIELMVS BROWN,<br> Vir nulla non donandus lauru.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Winthrop+Mackworth+Praed">Winthrop Mackworth Praed</a><div class=q>
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 Had turned our parish topsy-turvy,
 When Darnel Park was Darnel Waste,
 And roads as little known as scurvy,
 The man who lost his way, between
 St. Mary's Hill and Sandy Thicket,
 Was always shown across the gr..."></div>
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