Anne Bradstreet and Her Time by Campbell, Helen Stuart, 1839-1918

34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 A word from our supporters: File extension CACHE Anne Bradstreet And Her Time By Helen Campbell A Book For "miss Icy." Introduction. Chapter Ii. Upheavals. Chapter Iii. The Voyage. Chapter Iv. Beginnings. Upon Some Distemper Of Body. Chapter V. Old Friends And New. New England. Old England. New England. Old England. New England. Old England. New England. Chapter Vi. A Theological Tragedy. Chapter Vii. Colonial Literary Development In The Seventeenth Century. * * * * * * * * * * Chapter Viii. Some Phases Of Early Colonial Life. Chapter Ix. Andover. Son Woodbridge: An Epitaph On My Dear And Ever-honored Mother, Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, Who Deceased Decemb 27 1643, And Of Her Age 61. Chapter X. Village Life In 1650. Robert Blood." Chapter Xi. A First Edition. * * * * * The Tenth Muse, Lately Sprung Up In America, Or By A Gentlewoman In Those Parts. Kind Reader: Miscellaneous Poems. The Four Seasons Of The Year. Spring. Summer. Autumn. Winter. An Elegie His Epitaph. In Honour Of Du Bartas. Chapter Xiii. Chances And Changes. Thomas Dudley. Contemplations. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Chapter Xiv. The Legacy. Lxiii. Lxiv. Lxv. Lxvi. Lxvii. Lxxv. Lxxvi. Lxxvii. Chapter Xv. The Puritan Reign Of Terror. Chapter Xvi. Home And Abroad. * * * * * Submission And Reliance. Deliverance From A Fitt Of Fainting. Chapter Xvii. The End. To My Dear Children: A Funeral Elogy, Mrs. Anne Bradstreet, Simon Bradstreet. Index.

NEW ENGLAND. To all you've said, sad Mother, I assent, Your fearful sins great cause there's to lament, My guilty hands in part, hold up with you, A Sharer in your punishment's my due. But all you say amounts to this affect, Not what you feel but what you do expect, Pray in plain terms what is your present grief? Then let's joyn heads and hearts for your relief. OLD ENGLAND. Well to the matter then, there's grown of late 'Twixt King and Peers a Question of State, Which is the chief, the law or else the King. One said, it's he, the other no such thing. 'Tis said, my beter part in Parliament To ease my groaning land, shew'd their intent, To crush the proud, and right to each man deal, To help the Church, and stay the Common-weal So many obstacles came in their way, As puts me to a stand what I should say; Old customes, new prerogatives stood on, Had they not held Law fast, all had been gone; Which by their prudence stood them in such stead They took high Strafford lower by the head. And to their Land be't spoke, they held i' th' tower All England's Metropolitane that hour; This done, an act they would have passed fain No Prelate should his Bishoprick retain; Here tugged they hard (indeed), for all men saw This must be done by Gospel, not by law. Next the Militia they urged sore, This was deny'd (I need not say wherefore), The King displeas'd at York himself absents, They humbly beg return, shew their intents; The writing, printing, posting too and fro, Shews all was done, I'll therefore let it go;But now I come to speak of my disaster, Contention grown, 'twixt Subjects and their Master; They worded it so long, they fell to blows, That thousands lay on heaps, here bleeds my woes; I that no wars so many years have known, Am now destroy'd and slaughter'd by mine own; But could the Field alone this strife decide, One Battle two or three I might abide. But these may be beginnings of more woe Who knows but this may be my overthrow? Oh, pity me in this sad Perturbation, My plundered Towns, my houses devastation, My weeping Virgins and my young men slain; My wealthy trading fall'n, my dearth of grain, The seed times come, but ploughman hath no hope Because he knows not who shall inn his Crop! The poor they want their pay, their Children bread, Their woful--Mothers' tears unpittied. If any pity in thy heart remain, Or any child-like love thou dost retain, For my relief, do what there lyes in thee, And recompence that good I've done to thee. NEW ENGLAND.