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THE HARD-HEARTED LANDLORD.

In Ormond's garret, near proud Hudson's stream,
Resided once a fond contented pair:
The youthful Edwin, just in wedlock join'd
To the dear object of his boyish love,
The fair Amelia. Though their humble hopes
Were bounded by necessity's demand,
They were but barely realized; and want
Would sometimes knock, but never dared intrude.
Yet still industry, by affection urged,
With frugal management, and sprightly health,
Secured them comfort and domestic peace;
Each homely meal receiving higher zest,
From being earn'd before it was enjoy'd.
One year roll'd round, and in their favour left
A trifling balance, after all demands
Were satisfied with scrupulous exactness.
Sacred treasure! for one fond event
Now hastening on, the consecrated boon
Was joyfully reserved; while smiling hope
Lent double vigour to the daily task
Which fed the pair, and saved the little fund.
But, ah! relentless fate had woes in store
Unmerited by virtue such as theirs.
The tender moment, destined to complete
Their little plan of happiness, arrived;
But only came to blast their fondest hopes.

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The poor Amelia, after nameless pangs,
That push'd her to the precipice of fate,
And left her trembling on its dizzy verge,
Usher'd to light, but not to life, a babe.
Edwin, distracted, o'er the sufferer hung,
As though his loved Amelia's wasting life
Was with the web of his existence wove.
Night after night, and day succeeding day,
His eyes estranged from sleep, his frame from rest,
He watch'd her fading form, and by her couch,
Entranced in speechless agony, remained.
Physicians, nurses, nostrums, fuel, food,
And all the nameless calls of sickness, soon
Exhausted Edwin's little frugal store,
And nought but want, disease, and deep despair,
Remain'd the inmates of his drear abode.
The few utensils of domestic use
Their humble means afforded, one by one,
Were sacrificed to stern relentless want;
Till the poor couch on which Amelia lay
(The scene of all his joys and all his woes)
Alone remain'd of Edwin's worldly wealth.
'Twas at this crisis, while the husband stood,
Absorb'd in grief, beside the senseless fair,
His landlord entered. Ormond, who could count
The annual tribute of an hundred rents;
Ormond, whose coffers groan'd with their contents,