-admonished kindly for petty faults, commended for good
conduct, advised, and encouraged--and which held out to him, who should
spend a series of years honestly and dutifully in one household, the
sure hope of being considered and treated in old age as a humble friend.
Persons who breathe habitually the air of a crowded city, where the
habits of life are such that the man often knows little more of his
master than that master does of his next-door neighbour, will gather
instruction as well as pleasure from the glimpses which John Jones's
history and lucubrations afford of the interior machinery of life in a
yet unsophisticated region of the country. His little complimentary
stanzas on the birthdays, and such other festivals of the family--his
inscriptions to their neighbour Mrs. Laurence, of Studley Park, and the
like, are equally honourable to himself and his benevolent superiors;
and the simple purity of his verses of love or gallantry, inspired by
village beauties of his own station, may kindle a blush on the cheeks of
most of those whose effusions are now warbled over fashionable
piano-fortes.

The stanzas which first claimed and won the favourable consideration of
the poet laureate were these 'To a Robin Red-breast:'

"Sweet social bird, with breast of red,
How prone's my heart to favour thee!
Thy look oblique, thy prying head,
Thy gentle affability;

"Thy cheerful song in winter's cold,
And, when no other lay is heard,
Thy visits paid to young and old,
Where fear appals each other bird;

"Thy friendly heart, thy nature mild,
Thy meekness and docility,
Creep to the love of man and child,
And win thine own felicity.

"The gleanings of the sumptuous board,
Convey'd by some indulgent fair,
Are in a nook of safety stored,
And not dispensed till thou art there.

"In stately hall and rustic dome,
The gaily robed and homely poor
Will watch the hour when thou shall come,
And bid thee welcome to the door.

"The Herdsman on the upland hill,
The Ploughman in the hamlet near,
Are prone thy little paunch to fill,
And pleased thy little psalm to hear.

"The Woodman seated on a log
His meal divides atween the three,
And now himself, and now his dog,
And now he casts a crumb to thee.

"For thee a feast the Schoolboy strews
At noontide, when the form's forsook;
A worm to thee the Delver throws,
And Angler when he ba