Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: EVERY-DAY CHARACTERS. I.-THE VICAR. Some years ago, ere Time and Taste 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 Green, And guided to the Parson's wicket. Back flew the bolt of lisson lath ; Fair Margaret in her tidy kirtle, Led the lorn traveller up the path, Through clean-clipt rows of box and myrtle : And Don and Sancho, Tramp and Tray, Upon the parlour steps collected, Wagged all their tails and seemed to say, "Our master knows you; you're expected !" Up rose the Reverend Dr. Brown, Up rose the Doctor's " winsome marrow ;" The lady lay her knitting down, Her husband clasped his ponderous Barrow ; Whate'er the stranger's caste or creed, Pundit or papist, saint or sinner, He found a stable for his steed, And welcome for himself, and dinner. If, when he reached his journey's end, And warmed himself in court or college, He had not gained an honest friend, And twenty curious scraps of knowledge ;— If he departed as he came, With no new light on love or liquor, Good sooth, the traveller was to blame, And not the Vicarage, or the Yicar. His talk was like a stream which runs With rapid change from rocks to roses : It slipped from politics to puns: It passed from Mahomet to Moses : Beginning with the laws which keep The planets in their radiant courses, And ending with some precept deep For dressing eels or shoeing horses. He was a shrewd and sound divine, Of loud Dissent the mortal terror; And when, by dint of page and line, He 'stablished Truth, or started Error, The Baptist found him far too deep ; The Deist sighed with saving sorrow ; ...