Where, by the calculating sage we're told Your temples then like courts of kings did rise, When happy youths and maidens danced around them, Evöe Bacchus! hark! they wildly sing; Then did there pass before the bed of death Then happy friends again were wont to rove Then by the gods was given a higher prize Fair world where art thou? Turn, ah ! turn again Alone, those airy visions golden trace; The fields lament, their spring of life is gone, Each rural deity I seek in vain ; Ah! of those living images alone The empty, lifeless shadows, now remain. Weep for those lovely flowers, the wintry blast I sadly gaze upon the starry sky, Nature, unconscious of the joy she yields, Earth, in a self-wrought tomb, now nightly lies, The ruling powers whom they no longer need, Yes, they are gone! the Beautiful is banished Would live upon the earth are doomed to die! C. SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY THROUGH LONDON AND WESTMINSTER. INTRODUCTION. "You would think differently if you had lived in London," said the apothecary. Now, it was too bad to be twitted thus by one who would never have been in London himself but for the necessity of getting a certificate to enable him to bray drugs in a mortar, lawfully. I am not sure but I would have told him so, had he staid to hear me; for not being particularly well satisfied with my own share of the argument, I was willing to take revenge by a personal fling at my antagonist; but when I looked up, I perceived he had taken his hat, and was escaping through the door. How quick are the changes in the mind of one who acknowledges the impulses of sensibility. Had the apothecary remained for tea, as was his wont, I should have battled it out with him the whole evening, and have hardly suffered myself to be persuaded I was in the wrong; but no sooner did I behold him going off tealess, than every thing blunt and opinionative that I had uttered, rose up in memory before me, and but for shame's sake I would have called him back and asked his pardon. And what should shame have to do in the business? said I ; it would be more reasonable to be ashamed of omitting to make what we felt to be a courteous reparation; or (to state the matter without comparison, for in fact there is no comparison in the two cases, but rather contrast), to make amends would be reasonable, and not to do so is unreasonable and inhuman. But by the time I had got to the end of this reflection, the apothecary was beyond hearing, and the thing was impossible. It is ever thus the suggestions of the devil are acted upon promptly, but good thoughts are slow of ripening into action, and many, very many of the fairest blossoms fall to the ground without producing any fruit at all. made a note of this in my tablets, and perhaps at some convenient season I may enlarge upon it in a separate chapter. But how did the apothecary happen to have judged better in the matter debated than I did? Because he had more experience "Had you lived in London you would think differently." And why should I not live there for a time? I had asked myself the very same question a hundred and twenty times before, and never obtained a satisfactory nor even a decisive answer. I now pressed for a reply harder than ever, and my sister and housekeeper, Martha, coming in to make the tea at the very nick of time, I determined to avail myself of her assistance to push for a final decision upon this important question. "Do you not think, Martha," said I," that considering I have now attained to as much discretion as years are likely to bring me-(the truth is, I was forty-three the day before; but Martha being ten years my senior, I never liked to be too particular in arithmetical computation of my age in discourse with her,)—do you not think that as travelling is so easy now-a-days, I ought to go and see London ?" "Indeed I think no such thing," she replied. This brought me nearer to an an swer from myself than I had ever been before; had she said yes, or expressed a doubt upon the subject, the necessity for weighing her opinion with reasons on the other side, would have left me as dubious as ever; but this plump denial of the reasonableness of what I had suggested, summoned up a corresponding strength of opposition. "I do not know why you should not think so," I rejoined, "and I am sorry you are so decided upon the point; for," continued I, taking courage, and speaking louder as I proceeded, "I believe I shall go." "What can have put into your head, brother?" said she. "The apothecary," I replied. |