But good Old Grimes is now at rest, Nor fears misfortune's frown; He wore a double-breasted vest,— The stripes ran up and down.
He modest merit sought to find, And pay it its desert; He had no malice in his mind, No ruffles on his shirt.
His neighbors he did not abuse,— Was sociable and gay; He wore large buckles on his shoes, And changed them every day.
His knowledge, hid from public gaze, He did not bring to view, Nor make a noise, town-meeting days, As many people do.
His worldly goods he never threw In trust to fortune's chances, But lived (as all his brothers do) In easy circumstances.
Thus undisturbed by anxious cares His peaceful moments ran; And everybody said he was A fine old gentleman.
ALBERT G. GREENE.
ELEGY ON MADAM BLAIZE.
Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize; Who never wanted a good word— From those who spoke her praise.
The needy seldom passed her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor— Who left a pledge behind.