TO MISS EDGEWORTH.
Truthful and tender as thy pictured page
Flows on thy life; and it was joy to me
To hear thy welcome mid my pilgrimage,
And seat me by thy side, unchecked and free;
For in my own sweet land both youth and sire,
The willing captives of thy lore refined,
Will of thy features and thy form inquire,
And lock the transcript in their loving mind;
And merry children, who with glowing cheek
Have loved thy "Simple Susan," many a day
Will lift their earnest eyes to hear me speak
Of her, who held them oft- times from their play,
And closer press, as if to share a part
Of the pure joy thy smile enkindled in my heart.
London, Monday, Jan. 25, 1841
To have repeatedly met and listened to Miss Edgeworth, seated familiarly with her by the fireside, may
