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Chapter 19: A Petition
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A compact volume of lyric and occasional verse alongside epistolary pieces that blend personal remembrance, devotional reflection, and social gratitude. The prefatory material frames poems composed across health struggles and domestic solitude; many pieces evoke childhood landscapes and rural detail, while others offer moral anecdotes, petitions, tributes to patrons, and metrical renderings of popular fragments. Songs and a longer metrical tale diversify the forms, and recurring themes of thankfulness, faith, physical affliction, and quiet resilience are rendered in plain, heartfelt language aiming for sincere expression rather than formal polish.

A Petition

TO A MEDICAL GENTLEMAN.


Would, Sir, that I could win your ear,
A favour is petition’d here,
Though much you have already done,
Yet bear with one request from me:
Your patient, now, I fain would be,
If granted so desir’d a boon;
A plan might be devis’d that would
Be blest, who knows, to do me good.
And, O! it were a happy thing!
’Twould greatly better my condition,
Spread your fame as a physician,
Double pleasure thence would spring.
Not that I mean your skill’s denied,
If so, I had not first applied,
Much less my pleading now renew;
But curing such a stubborn case,
Your usefulness would much increase,
Tho’ fame should weigh but light with you.
One kind to me before, now gone,
Did all that long could have been done;
This lameness to prevent, and cure,
But then my wavering constitution,
More than now, was in confusion,
And resisted med’cine’s power.
One time I had a minute’s talk,
With you ’bout helping me to walk,
But you declin’d so hard a task,
And I was then, as at this day,
So troublesome another way,
I wanted courage more to ask.
But measur’d lines possess a power,
At least I’ve known it so before,
They’ve gain’d a cause which else had fail’d,
When told in truth’s persuasive spirit,
Meaning well, though poor in merit;
Ev’n such verses have prevail’d;
Please, Sir, let such prevail with you,
And try what art and means can do,
To make me walk though lame and slow:
I think you nothing can propose,
As process, regimen, or dose,
But I will patient undergo:
And after all if means are vain,
I will not murmur, or complain,
When both have done the best we may;
Do promise, once to make a trial,
Nor kill weak hope with a denial,
And your petitioner will pray.