Fallentis半访问*。？何珥。在西部的一个小村庄附近，那里有许多非常有价值的人吃，喝，玩惠斯特，尽他们最大的努力防止邪恶的教堂和尖塔。站在那里?唉!它再也站不住了!？那是一座砖墙和灰泥砌成的公寓，我的好朋友昆斯在这里当了四十年零四年的主人。他在茅屋和厅堂里受到女仆、主妇、贵族和农民的欢迎; He won the sympathies of all By making puns, and making presents. Though all the parish were at strife. He kept his counsel, and his carriage, He laughed, and loved a quiet life, And shrank from Chancery suits ? and marriage. Sound was his claret ? and his head; Warm was his double ale ? and feelings; His partners at the whist club said That he was faultless in his dealings : He went to church but once a week ; Yet Dr. Poundtext always found him An upright man, who studied Greek, And liked to see his friends around him. Asylums, hospitals and schools, He used to swear, were made to cozen ; All who subscribed to them were fools, ? And he subscribed to half-a-dozen : It was his doctrine, that the poor Were always able, never willing ; And so the beggar at his door Had first abuse, and then ? a shilling. Some public principles he had, But was no flatterer, nor fretter ; He rapped his box when things were bad. And said 'I cannot make them better!' And much he loathed the patriot's snort, And much he scorned the placeman's snuffle ; And cut the fiercest quarrels short With ? ' ' Patience, gentlemen ? and shuffle ! ' ' For full ten years his pointer Speed Had couched beneath her master's table ; For twice ten years his old white steed Had fattened in his master's stable ; Old Quince averred, upon his troth, They were the ugliest beasts in Devon ; And none knew why he fed them both, With his own hands, six days in seven. Whene'er they heard his ring or knock. Quicker than thought, the village slatterns Flung down the novel, smoothed the frock, And took up Mrs. Glasse, and patterns; Adine was studying baker's bills ; Louisa looked the queen of knitters ; Jane happened to be hemming frills ; And Bell, by chance, was making fritters. But all was vain ; and while decay Came, like a tranquil moonlight, o'er him. And found him gouty still, and gay, With no fair nurse to bless or bore him, His rugged smile and easy chair, His dread of matrimonial lectures, His wig, his stick, his powdered hair. Were themes for very strange conjectures. Some sages thought the stars above Had crazed him with excess of knowledge; Some heard he had been crost in love Before he came away from College ; Some darkly hinted that his Grace Did nothing, great or small, without him ; Some whispered, with a solemn face, That there was 'something odd about him ! ' I found him, at threescore and ten, A single man, but bent quite double; Sickness was coming on him then To take him from a world of trouble : He prosed of slipping down the hill. Discovered he grew older daily ; One frosty day he made his will, ? The next, he sent for Doctor Bailey. And so he lived, ? and so he died! ? When last I sat beside his pillow He shook my hand, and 'Ah!' he cried, 'Penelope must wear the willow. Tell her I hugged her rosy chain While life was flickering in the socket; And say, that when I call again, I '11 bring a licence in my pocket. 'I've left my house and grounds to Fag, ? I hope his master's shoes will suit him ; And I've bequeathed to you my nag, To feed him for my sake, ? or shoot him, The Vicar's wife will take old Fox, ? She '11 find him an uncommon mouser, - And let her husband have my box, My Bible, and my Assmanshauser. ' Whether I ought to die or not. My Doctors cannot quite determine ; It 's only clear that I shall rot. And be, like Priam, food for vermin. My debts are paid : ? but Nature's debt Almost escaped my recollection : Tom! ? we shall meet again; ? and yet I cannot leave you my direction ! '