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The basket and the bin of bread,
And, ah, the poor
At thy worn door
Woe-worth the time! woe-worth the day,
Away from us*
Our maundy; thus
Ah, Dorcas, Dorcas ! now adieu
* Or mand, figuratively put for bounty, from the maund, or basket, which contained it. See the dictionary definitions of Maundy-Thursday, a day on which our poten. tates of yore washed the poor's feet, and distributed gifts among them from the royal almsbasket.
† For and may perhaps be intended for 'forehand, i. e. beforehand; heretofore. Shakspeare has “ 'foreband sin." See Mucb ada about Nothing ; Act 4, Sc. 1,
Thou being dead,
The worsted thread
Farewell the flax, and reaming| wool,
That found a way,
By peep of day,
But ah, alas ! the almond bough,
Has taken wing;
And our late spring
Stretching into cloth by spinning and weaving. To ream, in the West-country Exmore dialect, is to stretcle. See Grose's Provincial Glossary.
How wise wast thou in all thy ways !
Nor did the street
Accuse thy feet
Sleep with thy beauties here, while we
Should fame be dumb;
Thy very tomb
MIS SAVIOUR'S WORDS, GOING TO THE CROSS.
Have, have ye no regard, all ye
to pity me,
A man both bruis'd, and broke ; and one
Ah, Sion's daughters ! do not fear
For Christ, your loving saviour, hath
Less for to taste, than for to shew
When the present sheet of this volume was at the press, I was favoured with a letter from the Rev. Mr. Samuel Herrick, of Brampton, near Market Harborough, to whom, as a descendant of the family, I had applied for any anecdotes he might be in possession of respecting our poet; but he could furnish nothing beyond what his relatives had before communicated to Mr. Nichols, for his History of Leicestershire. His letter was however accompanied with a copy of a very elegant little collection of Poems, entitled First Flights, written by his elder brother John, a lieutenant in the 15th dragoons, and printed 4to. 1797;
the author died in his 35th year during their publication. This proves, that the poetic spark has been kept alive in the Herrick fafamily even to the present times. See note to poem 84.