And fill the room with gratulation dire. While I in silence sate, revolving all That influence ancient men, or that befall, A gay pert guest--Heav'n knows his business--came; 570 'A glorious boy,' he cried, 'and what the name?' Angry I growl'd, 'My spirit cease to tease, Name it yourselves,--Cain, Judas, if you please; His father's give him--should you that explore, The devil's or yours,' I said, and sought the door. My tender partner not a word or sigh Gives to my wrath, nor to my speech reply; But takes her comforts, triumphs in my pain, And looks undaunted for a birth again." Heirs thus denied afflict the pining heart, 580 And, thus afforded, jealous pangs impart; Let, therefore, none avoid, and none demand These arrows number'd for the giant's hand. Then with their infants three, the parents came, And each assign'd--'twas all they had--a name: Names of no mark or price; of them not one Shall court our view on the sepulchral stone, Or stop the clerk, th' engraven scrolls to spell, Or keep the sexton from the sermon bell. An orphan-girl succeeds; ere she was born 590 Her father died, her mother on that morn; The pious mistress of the school sustains Her parents' part, nor their affection feigns, But pitying feels; with due respect and joy, I trace the matron at her loved employ. What time the striplings, wearied e'en with play, } Part at the closing of the summer's day, } And each by different path returns the well-known way-- } Then I behold her at her cottage-door, Frugal of light, her Bible laid before, 600 When on her double duty she proceeds, Of time as frugal, knitting as she reads. Her idle neighbours, who approach to tell Some trifling tale, her serious looks compel, To hear reluctant--while the lads who pass, In pure respect walk silent on the grass. Then sinks the day; but not to rest she goes, Till solemn prayers the daily duties close. But I digress, and lo! an infant train Appear, and call me to my task again. 610 "Why Lonicera wilt thou name thy child?" I ask'd the Gardener's wife, in accents mild. "We have a right," replied the sturdy dame-- And Lonicera was the infant's name. If next a son shall yield our Gardener joy, Then Hyacinthus shall be that fair boy; And if a girl, they will at length agree, That Belladonna that fair maid shall be. High-sounding words our worthy Gardener gets, And at his club to wondering swains repeats; 620 He then of Rhus and Rhododendron speaks, And Allium calls his onions and his leeks; Nor weeds are now, for whence arose the weed, Scarce plants, fair herbs, and curious flowers proceed; Where Cuckoo-pints and Dandelions sprung,