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or dainties,-oaten bread, curd, cheese, and cream. Upon the laws of public charity. And cakes of butter curiously emboss'd,

The housewife, tempted by such slender gains Butter that had imbibed from meadow flowers As might from that occasion be distillid, A golden hue, delicate as their own,

Open'd, as she before had done for me, Paintly reflected in a lingering stream;

Her doors t'admit this homeless pensioner; Nor lack'd, for more delight on that warm day, The portion gave of course but wholesome fare Our table, small parade of garden fruits,

Which appetite required—a blind, dull nook And whortleberries from the mountain side. Such as she had—the kennel of his rest! The child, who long ere this had still'd his sobs This, in itself not ill, would yet have been Was now a help to his late comforter,

Ill borne in earlier life, but his was now And moved, a willing page, as he was bid, The still contentedness of seventy years. Ministering to our need.

Calm did he sit beneath the wide-spread tree In genial mood,

of his old age; and yet less calm and meek. While at our pastoral banquet thus we sate Willingly meek or venerably calm, Fronting the window of that little cell,

Than slow and torpid ; paying in this wise I could not, ever and anon, forbear

A penalty, if penalty it were, To glance an upward look on two huge peaks, For spendthrift feats, excesses of his prime. That from some other vale peer'd into this. I loved the old man, for I pitied him! “Those lusty twins,” exclaim'd our host,“ if here A task it was, I own, to hold discourse It were your lot to dwell, would soon become With one so slow in gathering up his thoughts, Your prized companions.—Many are the notes But he was a cheap pleasure to my eyes ; Which, in his tuneful course, the wind draws forth Mild, inoffensive, ready in his way, From rocks, woods, caverns, heaths, and dashing and helpful to his utmost power: and there shores;

Our housewife knew full well what she possess'd! And well those lofty brethren bear their part He was her vassal of all labour, tillid In the wild concert-chiefly when the storm Her garden, from the pasture fetch'd her kine; Rides high ; then all the upper air they fill And, one among the orderly array With roaring sound, that ceases not to flow, Of haymakers, beneath the burning sun Like smoke, along the level of the blast,

Maintain’d his place: or heedfully pursued In mighty current; theirs, too, is the song

His course, on errands bound, to other vales, of stream and headlong flood that seldom fails; Leading sometimes an inexperienced child, And, in the grim and breathless hour of noon, Too young for any profitable task. Methinks that I have heard them echo back So moved he like a shadow that perform’d The thunder's greeting :-por bave nature's laws Substantial service. Mark me now, and learn Left them ungifted with a power to yield

For what reward ! The moon her monthly round Music of finer tone; a harmony,

Hath not completed since our dame, the queen So do I call it, though it be the hand

Of this one cottage and this lonely dale,
Of silence, though there be no voice ;-the clouds, Into my little sanctuary rush'd
The mist, the shadows, light of golden suns, Voice to a rueful treble humanized,
Motions of moonlight, all come thither-touch, And features in deplorable dismay--
And have an answer-thither come, and shape I treat the matter lightly, but, alas !
A language not unwelcome to sick hearts

It is most serious: perserering rain
And idle spirits :-there the sun himself,

Ilad fall’n in torrents; all the mountain tops At the calm close of summer's longest day, Were hidden, and black vapours coursed their sides; Rests his substantial orb;-between those heights This had I seen, and saw; but, till she spake, And on the top of either pinnacle,

Was wholly ignorant that my ancient friend,
More keenly than elsewhere in night's blue vault, Who at her bidding, early and alone,
Sparkle the stars, as of their station proud.

Had clumb aloft to delve the moorland turf
Thoughts are not busier in the mind of man For winter fuel, to his noontide meal
Than the mute agents stirring there :-alone Return'd not, and now, haply, on the heights
Here do I sit and watch.”—

Lay at the mercy of this raging storm.
A fall of voice,

• Inhuman !--said I, 'was an old man's life Regretted like the nightingale's last note,

Not worth the trouble of a thought ?-alas? Had scarcely closed this high-wrought rhapsody This notice comes too late.' With joy I saw Ere with inviting smile the wanderer said,

Her husband enter-from a distant vale. “Now for the tale with which you threaten’d us !” We sallied forth together; found the tools

In truth the threat escaped me unawares; Which the neglected veteran had dropp’d, Should the tale tire you, let this challenge stand But through all quarters look'd for him in vain. For my excuse. Dissever'd from mankind,

We shouted-but no answer! Darkness fell As to your eyes and thoughts we must have seem'd Without remission of the blast or shower, When ye look'd down upon us from the crag, And fears for our own safety drove us hoine. Islanders of a stormy mountain sea.

I, who weep little, did I will confess, We are not so ;-perpetually we touch

The moment I was seated here alone, Upon the vulgar ordinance of the world,

Honour my little cell with some few tears And he, whom this our cottage hath to-slay Which anger and resentment could not dry. Relinquish'd, lived dependent for his bread All night the storm endured, and soon as help

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Had been collected from the neighbouring vale, Below me was the earth ; this little vale
With morning we renew'd our quest; the wind Lay low beneath my feet; 'twas visible-
Was fall’n, the rain abated, but the hills

I saw not, but I felt that it was there.
Lay shrouded in impenetrable mist;

That which I saw was the reveal'd abode
And long and hopelessly we sought in vain. of spirits in beatitude: my heart
Till, chancing on that lofty ridge to pass

Swell'd in my breast. I have been dead,' I cried, A heap of ruin, almost without walls,

* And now I live! 0! wherefore do I live?
And wholly without roof, (the bleach'd remains And with that pang I pray'd to be no more!
Of a small chapel, where, in ancient time, But I forget our charge, as utterly
The peasants of these lonely valleys used

I then forgot him :--there I stood and gazed ;
To meet for worship on that central height)- The apparition faded not away,
We there espied the object of our search, And I descended. Having reach'd the house,
Lying full three parts buried among tufts I found its rescued inmate safely lodged,
Of heath plant, under and above him strewn, And in serene possession of himself,
To baffle, as he might, the watery storm:

Beside a genial fire; that seem'd to spread And there we found him breathing peaceably, A gleam of comfort o'er his pallid face. Snug as a child that hides itself in sport

Great show of joy the housewife made, and truly 'Mid a green haycock in a sunny field.

Was glad to find her conscience set at ease; We spake-he made reply, but would not stir And not less glad, for sake of her good.name, At our entreaty ; less from want of power That the poor sufferer had escaped with life. Than apprehension and bewildering thoughts. But, though he seem'd at first to have received So was he lifted gently from the ground,

No harm, and uncomplaining as before And with their freight the shepherds homeward Went through his usual tasks, a silent change moved

Soon show'd itself; he linger'd three short weeks ; Through the dull mist, I following—when a step, And from the cottage hath been borne to-day. A single step, that freed me from the skirts

“ So ends my dolorous tale, and glad I am Of the blind vapour, open'd to my view

That it is ended.” At these words he turn'dGlory beyond all glory ever seen

And, with blithe air of open fellowship, By waking sense or by the dreaming soul! Brought from the cupboard wine and stouter cheer, Th’appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Like one who would be merry. Seeing this, Was of a nighty city-boldly say

My gray-hair'd friend said courteously—"Nay, nay, A wilderness of building, sinking far

You have regaled us as a hermit ought;
And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth,

Now let us forth into the sun !”–Our host
Far sinking into splendour-without end! Rose, though reluctantly, and forth we went.
Fabric it seem'd of diamond and of gold,
With alabaster domes, and silver spires.
And blazing terrace upon terrace, high

BOOK III.
Uplifted; here, serene pavilions bright,

DESPONDENCY.
In avenues disposed; there towers begirt

ARGUMENT.
With battlements that on their restless fronts
Bore stars—illumination of all gems!

Images in the valley. Another recess in it ontered and

described. Wanderer's sensations. Solitary's excited By earthly nature had the effect been wrought

by the same objects. Contrast hetween these. DesUpon the dark materials of the storm

pondency of the solitary gently reproved. ConversaNow pacified; on them, and on the coves

tion exhibiting the soli y's past and present opinions And mountain steeps and summits, whereunto and feelings, till he enters upon his own history at The vapours had receded, taking there

length. His domestic felicity. Afilietions. Dejection

Roused by the French revolution. Disappointment Their station under a cerulean sky.

and disgust. Voyage to America. Disappointment and 0, 'twas an unimaginable sight!

disgust pursue him. His relurn. His languor and Clouds, mists, streams, watery rocks and emerald

depression of mind, from want of faith in the great turf.

truths of religion, and want of confidence in the virtue Clouds of all tincture, rocks and sapphire sky,

of mankind. Confused, commingled, mutually inflamed, A HUMMING beema little tinkling rill Molten together, and composing thus,

A pair of falcons, wheeling on the wing, Each lost in each, that marvellous array

In clamorous agitation, round the crest of temple, palace, citadel, and huge

Of a tall rock, their airy citadel Fantastic pomp of structure without name, By each and all of these the pensive ear In fleecy folds voluminous inwrapp'd.

Was greeted, in the silence that ensued, Right in the midst, where interspace appeard When through the cottage threshold we had pass'd, Of open court, an object like a throne

And, deep within that lonesome valley stood Beneath a shining canopy of state

Once more, beneath the concave of a blue Stood fix'd ; and fix'd resemblances were seen And cloudless sky. Anon! exclaim'd our host To implements of ordinary use,

Triumphantly dispersing with the taunt But vast in size, in substance glorified ;

The shade of discontent which on his brow Such as by Hebrew prophets were beheld Had gather'd,-“ Ye have left my cell,--but see In vision-forms uncouth of mightiest power How nature hems you in with friendly arms! For admiration and mysterious awe.

And by her help ye are my prisoners still

But which way shall I lead you ? how contrive, More than the heedless impress that belongs
In spot so parsimoniously endow'd,

To lonely nature's casual work; they bear
That the brief hours, which yet remain, may reap A semblance strange of power intelligent,
some recompense of knowledge or delight?” And of design not wholly worn away.
So saying, round he look'd, as if perplex'd ; Boldest of plants that ever faced the wind,
And, to remove those doubts, my gray-hair'd friend How gracefully that slender shrub looks forth
Said-- Shall we take this pathway for our guide ? From its fantastic birthplace! And I own,
Upward it winds, as if, in summer heats,

Some shadowy intimations haunt me here, Its line had first been fashion'd by the flock That in these shows a chronicle survives A place of refuge seeking at the root

Of purposes akin to those of man, Of yon black yew tree; whose protruded boughs But wrought with mightier arm than now prevails. Darken the silver bosom of the crag,

Voiceless the stream descends into the gulf From which she draws her meagre sustenance. With timid lapse ; and lo! while in this strait There in commodious shelter may we rest.

I stand-the chasm of sky above my head Ot let us trace this streamlet to his source ;

Is heaven's profoundest azure ; no domain Feebly it tinkles with an earthly sound,

For fickle, shortlived clouds to occupy, And a few steps may bring us to the spot

Or to pass through, but rather an abyss Where, haply, crown'd with flowerets and green In which the everlasting stars abide ; herbs,

And whose soft gloom, and boundless depth, might The mountain infant to the sun comes forth,

tempt
Like human life from darkness.”-A quick turn The curious eye to look for them by day.
Through a strait passage of incumber'd ground, Hail contemplation ! from the stately towers
Proved that such hope was vain :-for now we stood Reard by the industrious hand of human art
Shut out from prospect of the open vale,

To lift thee high above the misty air
And saw the water, that composed this rill, And turbulence of murmuring cities vast :
Descending, disembodied, an ! diffused

From academic groves, that have for thee
O'er the smooth surface of an ample crag,

Been planted, hither come and find a lodge Lofty, and steep, and naked as a tower,

To which thou mayst resort for holier peace,All further progress here was barrd. And who,

From whose calm centre thou, through height or Thought I, if master of a vacant hour,

depth, Here would not linger, willingly detain'd? Mayst penetrate, wherever truth shall lead; Whether to such wild objects he were led

Measuring through all degrees, until the scale When copious rains have magnified the stream Of time and conscious nature disappear, Into a loud and white-robed waterfall,

Lost in unsearchable eternity !” Or introduced at this more quiet lime.

A pause ensued; and with minuter care Upon a semicirque of turf-clad ground,

We scann'd the various features of the scene : The hidden nook discoverd to our view

And soon the tenant of that lonely vale A mass of rock, resembling, as it lay

With courteous voice thus spake, Right at the foot of that moist precipice,

“ I should have grieved A stranded ship, with keel upturn'd,--that rests Hereafter, not escaping self-reproach, Fearless of winds and waves. Three several stones If from my poor retirement ye had gone Stood near, of smaller size, and not uplike Leaving this nook un visited: but, in sooth, To monumental pillars; and from these

Your unexpected presence had so roused Some little space disjoin'd, a pair were seen, My spirits, that they were bent on enterprise ; That with united shoulders bore aloft

And, like an ardent hunter, I forgot, A fragment, like an altar, flat and smooth; Or, shall I say?-disdain’d the game that lurks Barren the tablet, yet thereon appear'd

At my own door. The shapes before our eyes, A tall and shining holly, that had found

And their arrangement, doubtless must be deem'd A hospitable chink, and stood upright,

The sport of nature, aided by blind chance As if inserted by some human hand

Rudely to mock the works of toiling man. In mockery, to wither in the sun,

And hence, this upright shaft of unhewn stone, Or lay its beauty flat before a breeze,

From fancy, willing to set off her stores The first that enter'd. But no breeze did now By sounding titles, hath acquired the same Fud entrance ; high or low appear'd no trace Of Pompey's pillar ; that I gravely style Of motion, save the water that descended,

My Theban obelisk; and, there, behold Difused adown that barrier of steep rock,

A Druid cromlech !--thus I entertain
And softly creeping, like a breath of air,

The antiquarian humour, and am pleased
Surn as is sometimes seen, and hardly seen, To skim along the surfaces of things,
To brush the still breast of a crystal lake.

Beguiling harmlessly the listless hours. “ Behold a cabinet for sages built,

But if the spirit be oppress’d by sense Which kings might envy!" Praise to this effect Of instability, revolt, decay, Broke from the happy old man's reverend lip; And change, and emptiness, these freaks of nature Who to the solitary turn'd, and said,

And her blind helper, chance, do then suffice « [n sooth, with love's familiar privilege,

To quicken, and to aggravate-to feed You have decried the wealth which is your own. Pity and scorn, and melancholy pride, Among these rocks and stones, methinks, I see Not less than that huge pile (from some abyss

come.

of mortal power unquestionably sprung)

“ If, such as now he is, he might remain ! Whose hoary diadem of pendent rocks

Ah! what avails imagination high Confines the shrill-voiced whirlwind, round and Or qnestion deep? what profits all that earth, round

Or heaven's blue vault, is suffer'd to put forth Eddying within its vast circumference,

Of impulse or allurement, for the soul On Sarum's naked plain ; than pyramid

To quit the beaten track of life, and soar Of Egypt, unsubverted, undissolved ;

Far as she finds a yielding element Or Syria's marble ruins towering high

In past or future ; far as she can go Above the sandy desert, in the light

Through time or space ; if neither in the one, Of sun or moon,-forgive me, if I say

Nor in the other region, nor in aught That an appearance which hath raised your minds That fancy, dreaming o'er the map of things, To an exalted pitch (the self-same cause

Hath placed beyond these penetrable bounds, Different effect producing) is for me

Words of assurance can be heard ; if nowhere Fraught rather with depression than delight, A habitation, for consummate good, Though shame it were, could I not look around, Nor for progressive virtue, by the search By the reflection of your pleasure, pleased. Can be attain'd.-a better sanctuary Yet happier in my judgment, e’en than you From doubt and sorrow, than the senseless grave ?" With your bright transports fairly may be deem'd, “ Is this,” the gray-bair'd wanderer mildly said. The wandering herbalist, -who, clear alike “ The voice, which we so lately overheard, From vain, and, that worse evil, vexing thoughts, To that same child addressing tenderly Casts, if he ever chance to enter here,

The consolations of a hopeful mind? Upon these uncouth forms a slight regard

* His body is at rest, his soul in heaven.' Of transitory interest, and peeps round

These were your words; and, verily, methinks For some rare floweret of the hills, or plant Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop Of craggy fountain ; what he hopes for wins, Than when we soar." Or learns, at least, that 'tis not to be won:

The other, not displeased, Then, keen and eager, as a fine-nosed hound Promptly replied—“My notion is the same. By soul-engrossing instinct driven along

And I, without reluctance, could decline Through wood or open field, the harmless man All act of inquisition whence we rise, Departs, intent upon his onward quest!

And what, when breath hath ceased, we may be Nor is that fellow wanderer, so deem I, Less to be envied, (you may trace him oft Here are we, in a bright and breathing worldBy scars which his activity has left

Our origin, what matters it? In lack Beside our roads and pathways, though, thank Hea- of worthier explanation, say at once ven!

With the American (a thought which suits This covert nook reports not of his hand,) The place where now we stand) that certain men He who with pocket hammer smites the edge Leapt out together from a rocky cave; Of luckless rock or prominent stone, disguised And these were the first parents of mankind: In weather stains or crusted o'er by nature Or, if a different image be recall'd With her first growths-detaching by the stroke By the warm sunshine, and the jocund voice A chip or splinter-to resolve his doubts ;

Of insects—chirping out their careless lives And, with that ready answer satisfied,

On these soft beds of thyme-besprinkled turs, The substance classes by some barbarous name, Choose, with the gay Athenian, a conceit And hurries on; or from the fragments picks As sound-blithe race! whose mantles were ben His specimen, if haply intervein'd

deck'd With sparkling mineral, or should crystal cube With golden grasshoppers, in sign that they Lurk in its cells and thinks himself enrich'd, Had sprung, like those bright creatures, from the Wealthier, and doubtless wiser, than before !

soil Intrusted safely each to his pursuit,

Whereon their endless generations dwelt. Earnest alike, let both from bill to bill

But stop these theoretic fancies jar Range ; if it please them, speed from clime to clime; On serious minds: then, as the Hindoos draw The mind is full-no pain is in their sport.” Their holy Ganges from a skyey fount,

“ Then,” said I, interposing, "one is near, E'en so deduce the stream of human life, Who cannot but possess in your esteem

From seats of power divine ; and hope, or trust, Place worthier still of envy. May I name, That our existence winds her stately course Without offence, that fair-faced cottage boy? Beneath the sun, like Ganges, to make part Dame nature's pupil of the lowest form,

Of a living ocean ; or, to sink ingulf'd,
Youngest apprentice in the school of art! Like Niger in impenetrable sands
Him, as we enter'd from the open glen,

And utter darkness: thought which may be faced, You might have noticed busily engaged,

Though comfortless! Not of myself I speak;
Heart, soul, and hands,-in mending the defects Such acquiescence neither doth imply,
Left in the fabric of a leaky dam

In me, a meckly bending spirit—sooth'd
Raised for enabling this penurious stream By natural piety ; nor a lofty mind,
To turn a slender mill (that new-made plaything) By philosophic discipline prepared
For his delight—the happiest he of all !"

For calm subjection to acknowledged law; “ Far happiest," answer'd the desponding man, Pleased to have been, contented not to be.

Such palms I boast not; no! to me, who find, In framing models to improve the scheme
Re iewing my past way, much to condemn, Of man's existence, and recast the world,
Little to praise, and nothing to regret,

Why should not grave philosophy be styled
(Save some remembrances of dream-like joys Herself, a dreamer of a kindred stock,
That scarcely seem to have belong'd to me,) A dreamer yet more spiritless and dull?
If I must take my choice between the pair Yes, shall the fine immunities she boasts
That rule alternately the weary hours,

Establish sounder titles of esteem
Night is than day more acceptable ; sleep

For her, who (all too timid and reserved Doth, in my estimate of good, appear

For onset, for resistance too inert, A better state than waking ; death than sleep: Too weak for suffering, and for hope too tame) Feelingly sweet is stillness after storm,

Placed among flowery gardens, curtain'd round Though under covert of the wormy ground ! With world-excluding groves, the brotherhood “ Yet be it said, in justice to myself,

Of soft epicureans, taught—if they
That in more genial times, when I was free The ends of being would secure, and win
To explore the destiny of human kind,

The crown of wisdom-to yield up their souls (Not as an intellectual game pursued

To a voluptuous unconcern, preferring With curious subtilty, from wish to cheat Tranquillity to all things. Or is she,” Irksome sensations ; but by love of truth

I cried, “ more worthy of regard, the power, Urged on, or haply by intense delight

Who, for the sake of sterner quiet, closed In feeding thought, wherever thought could seed,) The stoic's heart against the vain approach I did not rank with those (too dull or nice,

Of admiration, and all sense of joy?For to my judgment such they then appear'd, His countenance gave notice that my zeal Or too aspiring, thankless at the best)

Accorded little with his present mind; Who, in this frame of human life, perceive I ceased, and he resumed. “ Ah! gentle sir, An object whereunto their souls are tied

Slight, if you will, the means : but spare to slight In discontented wedlock ; nor did e'er,

The end of those, who did, by system, rank, From me, those dark, impervious shades, that hang As the prime object of a wise man's aim, Upon the region whither we are bound,

Security from shock of accident, Exclude a power to enjoy the vital beams, Release from fear; and cherish'd peaceful days Of present sunshine. Deities that float

For their own sakes, as mortal life's chief good, On wings, angelic spirits, I could muse

And only reasonable felicity. O'er what from eldest time we have been told What motive drew, what impulse, I would ask, of your bright forms and glorious faculties, Through a long course of later ages, drove And with the imagination be content.

The hermit to his cell in forest wide; Not wishing more ; repining not to tread

Or what detain'd him, till his closing eyes The little sinuous path of earthly care,

Took their last farewell of the sun and stars, By flowers embellish'd), and by springs refresh'J. Fast anchor'd in the desert? Not alone • Blow winds of autumn !-let your chilling breath Dread of the persecuting sword-remorse. Take the live herbage from the mead, and strip Wrongs unredress'd, or insults unavenged The shady forest of its green attire,

And unavengeable, defeated pride,
And let the bursting clouds to fury rouse

Prosperity subverted, maddening want,
The gentle brooks! Your desolating sway,' Friendship betray'd, affection unreturn'd,
Thus I exclaim'd, no sadness sheds on me, Love with despair, or grief in agony ;
And no disorder in your rage I find.

Not always from intolerable pangs
What dignity, what beauty, in this change He sled; but, compass'd round by pleasure, sigh'd
From mild to angry, and from sad to gay,

For independent happiness: craving peace, Alternate and revolving! How benign,

The central feeling of all happiness, How rich in animation and delight,

Not as a refuge froin distress or pain, How bountiful these elements--compared

A breathing-time, vacation, or a truce, With aught, as more desirable and fair

But for its absolute self; a life of peace, Devised by fancy for the golden age ;

Stability without regret or fear; Or the perpetual warbling that prevails

That hath been, is, and shall be evermore! in Arcady, beneath unalter'd skies,

Such the reward he sought; and wore out life, Through the long year in constant quiet bound, There, where on few external things his heart Night hush'd as night, and day serene as day!' Was set, an those his own; or,

not his, But why this tedious record ? Age, we know, Subsisting under nature's steadfast law. Is garrulous ; and solitude is apt

“ What other ycarping was the master tie T'anticipate the privilege of age.

Of the monastic brotherhood, upon rock
From far ye come ; and surely with a hope Aërial, or in green secluded vale,
Of better entertainment-let us hence !"

One after one, collected from afar
Loath to forsake the spot, and still more loath An undissolving fellowship ?-What but this,
To be diverted from our present theme,

The universal instinct of repose,
I said, “ My thoughts agreeing, sir, with yours, The longing for confirm'd tranquillity,
Would push this censure farther ; for, if smiles Inward and outward; humble, yet sublime:
Of scornful pity be the just reward

The life where hope and memory are as one ; .)f poesy, thus courteously employ'd

Earth quiet and unchanged ; the human soul

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