: Poetical Works Comprising Elegies Sketches from Life Pathetic and Extempore Pieces by Parkerson James - English poetry

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THE BANKRUPT.

Oft have you pray'd me, when in youth, Never to err from paths of truth; But youth to vice is much too prone, And mine by far too much, I own. Induced to riot, swear, and game, I thought in vice t'acquire fame; But found the pois'ning scenes of riot Soon robb'd my mind of joy and quiet. The usual course of rakes I ran, The dupe of woman and of man. Careless of fortune's smile or frown, My desk I left t'enjoy the town, At folly dash'd in wisdom's spite, Idled by day, revell'd by night: But short was that delusive scene, And I awoke to sorrow keen. Debt press'd on debt: I could not pay, And found that credit had its day. No friend to aid, what should I do? I made bad worse: to liquor flew: For when my bill-book I survey'd, I shrunk, as if I'd seen my shade; And to drive terror from my mind, Drank on, and care gave to the wind: But wine nor words can charm away The banker's clerk who comes for pay. Payment is press'd, the cash is gone: Too late I cry, 'what must be done?' Horrow! a docket struck appears: I look aghast, my wife's in tears. The naked truth stares in my face, And shows me more than one disgrace. My keys a messenger demands; While, as a culprit often stands, The humbled bankrupt lowers his view, And sees the law its work pursue. Soon comes of all his goods, the sale; Which, like light straw before a gale, The hammer-man puffs clean away, And cries, 'they must be sold this day.' They are so, and I'll tell you how: At loss you'll readily allow. Then comes the tedious, humbling task, To answer all commiss'ners ask; And those who mean to act most fair, Will at first meeting e'er appear, To questions ask'd will answer true, And clearly state accounts to view. A second he need not attend, But if not may perhaps offend. Happy the man who then can lay His hand upon his heart, and say, 'You all my books and deeds may scan I'm honest, though distress'd man. My own just wants, and losses great, Have brought me to this low estate.' Then comes the last dread meeting on, Dreadful to such as will act wrong, And through dishonesty or shame Evasive answers 'tempt to frame: For vain his shifts; howe'er he try, He can't elude the searching eye Of lawyers, who'll in all things pry: His private foibles e'en mast out-- Grievous exposure 'tis no doubt! And if he's fraudl'lent found, must go To witness scenes of vice and woe; Of liberty deprived, to wail His faults and folly in a jail: But should his conduct seem least fair, England's blest laws will set him clear; Not only so, but means will give T'enable him again to live: For such the law, that when 'tis found There's fifteen shillings in the pound, A handsome drawback he's allow'd, When, 'stead of shamed, he may look proud; And be his div'dend e'er so low, They'll never let him coinless go. Yes, be it e'er a Briton's pride, That mercy in his courts preside. But e'er he's paid, he must await T'obtain a fair certificate. Some cases there however are Which, at first view, may seem severe; Suppose his creditors are ten; Four sign, the rest refuse: what then? If their demand exceed the four They'll keep the bankrupt in their pow'r; And although he has all resign'd, If unproved debts remain behind, Inhuman creditors then may His body into prison lay, Where oft the wretch, to sooth his grief, In dissipation seeks relief. Sometimes a parent may prevent Unmeaningly the law's intent; And merc'less creditors decline The hapless debtor's deed to sign, In hopes the father may one day The long-neglected son's debts pay. The Lawyer and the Auctioneer, Plunges all parties in despair; When Creditors their bills do see, Each sighing say nought's left for me.

AN ADDRESS TO THE INSOLVENT.

Embarress'd man be just and true, Insolvent acts releases you; I mean your person from a jail, Tho' keen reproach the man assail. Take my advice when e'er you find, Misfortunes canker in your mind; Resign your trade give up your store, For going on will hurt you more. When e'er you find you cannot pay, Your trade give up without delay; Too apt we are when cares oppress, To liquor fly to make them less. Many I fear from business stray, Soon as they find they cannot pay; Others to prisons frequent fly, To waste their time in luxury. Painful sensations are their doom, When they behold a prison's gloom; Do not suppose I mean there are, But few in prisons that act fair. Yes, I should hope not one in ten, Pursue a base ungenerous plan. If it's your fate to be confin'd, Enter a jail with fervent mind; To give up all were all is due, And virtue's course through life pursue. Abstain from drinking, or you'll find, Doing such things disturb the mind; Think of your wife and view the tear, That start from her caus'd by despair. A prison's horrors shake her frame, When she at entrance say her name; Perhaps an infant in her arms, Raise in your mind grief's quick alarms. Sometimes an aged father flies, To see you there before he dies; Likely a tender mother say, My son I'll see without delay. Each brings affections sighs and tears, With throbbing hearts and thousand fears; Perhaps their little all they give, That you from prison quickly live. A brother comes a brother say, I cannot from you keep away; Take my 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.

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