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Wheo injur d ghosts complain ;
To haunt the faithlefs swain.
Thy pledge and broken oath: 51
And give me back my trótk.
And not that promise keep?
Yet leave those eyes to weep?
And yet that face forfake?
Yet leave that heart to break ? 19.1
And made the scarlet pale?
Believe the flattering tale?
Those lips no longer red :
charm is fled.
This winding sheet I wear :
Till that last morn appear.
But hark! the cock has warn'd me hence ;
A long and late adieu !
Who dy'd for love of you.
With beams of rosy red:
And raving left his bed.
Where Margaret's body lay :
That wrap'd her breathless clay.
And thrice he wept full sore :
And word spoke never more!
On the publication of this ballad, in the year 1760, Mr. Mallet fubjoined an atteftation of the truth of the facts related in it, which we shall give the reader literally :
Extract of a letter from the curate of Bowes in Yorkshire, on the subject of the preceding poem, to Mr. Copperthwaite at Marrick.
“ Worthy fir, " As to the affair mentioned in yours; it happened long " before my time. I have therefore been obliged to consult
my clerk, and another person in the neighbourhood for " the truth of that melancholy event. The history of it is
" The family-name of the young man was Wrightsons. of the young maiden Railton. They were both much of the same age; that is growing up to twenty In their " birih avas no disparity; but in fortune, alas! She was,
“ his inferior. His father, a hard old man, who had by " "his toil acquired a han.tsome competency, expected and reet quired that his for should marry suitably. But, as amor • vincit omnia, his heart was unalterably fixed on the
pretty young creature already named. Their courtship, " 'which was all by stealth, unknown to the family, con. “ tinued about a year. When it was found out, old Wright. "fon, his wife, and particularly their crooked daughter “ Hannah, Aouted at the maiden, and treated her with “ notable contempt : for they held it as a maxim, and a
ruflic one it is, that blood was nothing without groats.
young lover fickened, and took to his bed about “ Shrove-tuesday, and died the Sunday fevennight after.
" On the last day of his illness, he defired to see bis mif
tress : jhe was civily received by the mother, who bid o her welcome when it was too late. Bui her daughter • Harnah lay at his back to cut them off from all oppor“ tunity of exchanging their thoughts.
" At her return home, on hearing the bell to toll out for his departure, pe screamed aloud that her heart was burst, and expired some moments after.
• The then curate of * Bowes inserted it in his register, " that they both died of love, and were buried in the same grave, March 15, 1714.
• Dear fir,
" Yours, &c.
* Bowes is a small village in Yorkfire, where in former ages the earls of Richmond had a calle. It stands on the edge of that vaft and mountanious tract, named by the neighbouring people Stanemore ; which is always exposed to wind and weather, desolate and solitary throughout. Camd. Brit.
Faft by a sheltering wood,
There beauteous Emma flourish'd fair,
Beneath a mother's eye;
To see her bleft, and die.
The softest blush that nature spreads
Gave colour to her cheek :
When May's sweet mornings break.
Nor let the pride of great ones fcorn
This charmer of the plains : That sun who bids their diamond blaze,
To paint our lilly deigns.
Long had the fillid cach yonth with love,
Each maiden with despair ; And tho' by all a wonder own'd,
Yet knew not Mie was fair.
Till Edwin came, the pride of fwains,
A soul that knew no art ;
Shone forth the feeling heart.
A mutual fame was quickly caught ;
Was quickly too reveald: