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Pass'd on, while still his lonely efforts found Into the lists of giddy enterprise-
No recompense, derided ; and at length,

Such was he; yet, as if within his frame
By many pitied; as insane of mind ;

Two several souls alternately had lodged, By others dreaded as the luckless thrall

Two sets of manners could the youth put on; Of subterranean spirits feeding hope

And, fraught with antics as the Indian bird By various mockery of sight and sound;

That writhes and chatters in her wiry cage ; Hope after hope, encouraged and destroy'd. Was graceful, when it pleased him, smooth and still But when the lord of seasons had matured

As the mute swan that floats adown the stream, The fruits of earth through space of twice ten years | Or, on the waters of the unruffled lake, The mountain's entrails offer'd to his view

Anchors her placid beauty. Not a leif, And trembling grasp the long deterr'd reward. That Mutters on the bough, more light than He; Not with more transport did Columbus greet And not a flower, that droops in the green shade, A world, his rich discovery! but our swain, More winningly reserved! If ye inquire A very hero till his point was gain'd,

such consummate elegance was bred Proved all unable to support the weight

Amid these wilds, this answer may suffice,
Of prosperous fortune. On the fields he look'd 'Twas nature's will; who sometimes undertakes,
With an unsettled liberty of thought,

For the reproof of human vanity,
Of schemes and wishes; in the daylight walk'd Art to outstrip in her peculiar walk.
Giddy and restless ; ever and anon

Hence, for this favourite, lavishly endow'd
Quaff’d in his gratitude immoderate cups

With personal gifts, and bright instinctive wit, And truly might be said to die of joy!

While both, embellishing each other, stood
He vanishd; but conspicuous to this day

Yet farther recommended by the charm
The path remains that link'd his cottage door Of fine demeanour, and by dance and song,
To the mine's mouth; a long, and slanting track, And skill in letters, every fancy shaped
Upon the rugged mountain's stony side,

Fair expectations ; nor, when to the world's
Worn by his daily visits to and from

Capacious field forth went the adventurer there The darksome centre of a constant hope.

Were he and his attainments overlook'l, This vestige, neither force of beating rain, Or scantily rewarded; but all hopes, Nor the vicissitudes of frost and thaw

Cherish'd for him, he suffer'd to depart, Shall cause to fade, till ages pass away;

Like blighted buds ; or clouds that mimick'd land And it is named, in memory of the event,

Before the sailor's eye; or diamond drops The Path of Perseverance."

That sparkling deck'd the morning grass ; or augh*

- Thou from whom That was attractive-and hath ceased to be! Man has his strength,” exclaim'd the wanderer, Yet when this prodigal return'd, the rites , "0!

Of joyful greeting were on him bestow'd, Do Thou direct it !-to the virtuous grant

Who, by humiliation undeterr'd, The penetrative eye which can perceive

Sought for his weariness a place of rest In this blind world the guiding vein of hope, Within his father's gates. Whence came he ?That like this labourer, such may dig their way

clothed · Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified ;'

In tatter'd garb, from hovels where abides Grant to the wise his firmness of resolve!”

Necessity, the stationary host “That prayer were not superfluous,” said the Of vagrant poverty ; from rifted barns priest,

Where no one dwells but the wide staring owl " Amid the noblest relics, proudest dust,

And the owl's prey ; from these bare haunts, to That Westminster, for Britain's glory, holds

which Within the bosom of her awful pile,

He had descended from the proud saloon, Ambitiously collected. Yet the sigh,

He Came, the ghost of beauty and of health, Which wafts that prayer to heaven, is due to all, The wreck of gayety ! but soon revived Wherever laid, who living fell below

In strength, in power refitted, he renew'd Their virtue’s humbler mark; a sigh of pain His suit to fortune; and she smiled again If to the opposite extreme they sank.

Upon a fickle ingrate. Thrice he rose, How would you pity her who yonder rests; Thrice sank as willingly. For he, whose nerves Him, farther off; the pair, who here are laid; Were used to thrill with pleasure, while his voice But, above all, that mixture of earth's mould Softly accompanied the tuneful harp, Whom sight of this green hillock to my mind By the nice finger of fair ladies, touch'd Recalls ! He lived not till his locks were nipp'd In glittering halls, was able to derive By seasonable frost of age ; nor died

No less enjoyment from an abject choice. Before his temples, prematurely forced

Who happier for the moment-who more blithe To mix the manly brown with silver gray,

Than this fall'n spirit? in those dreary holds Gave obvious instance of the sad effect

His talents lending to exalt the freaks
Produced, when thoughtless folly hath usurp'd Of merry-making beggars,-now, provoked
The natural crown that sage experience wears. To laughter multiplied in louder peals
Gay, volatile, ingenious, quick to learn,

By his malicious wit; then, all enchain'd
And prompt to exhibit all that he possess'd With mute astonishment, themselves to see
Or could perform! a zealous actor--hired

In their own arts outdone, their fame eclipsed, Into the troop of mirth, a soldier-sworn

| As by the very presence of the fiend

Who dictates and inspires illusive feats,

He, with the foremost whose impatience hail'd For knavish purposes ! The city, too,

The Stuart, landing to resume, by force (With shame I speak it,) to her guilty bowers Of arms, the crown which bigotry had lost, Allured him, sunk so low in self-respect

Aroused his clan; and, fighting at their head, As there to linger, there to eat his bread,

With his brave sword endeavour'd to prevent Hired minstrel of voluptuous blandishment; Culloden's fatal overthrow. Escaped Charming the air with skill of hand or voice, From that disastrous rout, to foreign shores Listen who would, be wrought upon who might, He fled; and when the lenient hand of time Sincerely wretched hearts, or falsely gay.

Those troubles had appeased, he sought and gain'd, Such the too frequent tenor of his boast

For his obscured condition, an obscure In ears that relish'd the report ;-but all

Retreat, within this nook of English ground. Was from his parents happily conceal'd;

The other, born in Britain's southern tract, Who saw enough for blame and pitying love. Had fix'd his milder loyalty, and placed They also were permitted to receive

His gentler sentiments of love and hate, His last, repentant breath, and closed his eyes, There, where they placed them who in conscience No more to open on that irksome world

prized Where he had long existed in the state

The new succession, as a line of kings
Of a young fowl beneath one mother hatch'd Whose oath had virtue to protect the land
Thougb from another sprung-of different kind: Against the dire assaults of papacy
Where he had lived, and could not cease to live And arbitrary rule. But launch thy bark
Distracted in propensity; content

On the distemper'd food of public life,
With neither element of good or ill;

And cause for most rare triumph will be thine, And yet in both rejoicing ; man unblest;

If, spite of keenest eye and steadiest hand, Of contradictions infinite the slave,

The stream, that bears thee forward, prove not, soos Till his deliverance, when mercy made him

Or late, a perilous master. He, who oft, One with himself, and one with them who sleep.” Under the battlements and stately trees

“ 'Tis strange," observed the solitary, “strange, That round his mansion cast a sober gloom, It seems, and scarcely less than pitiful,

Had moralized on this, and other truths That in a land where charity provides

Of kindred import, pleased and satisfied,
For all that can no longer feed themselves, Was forced to vent his wisdom with a sigh
A man like this should choose to bring his shame Heaved from the heart in fortune's bitterness,
To the parental door; and with his sighs

When he had crush'd a plentiful estate
Infect the air which he had freely breathed By ruinous contest, to obtain a seat
In happy infancy. He could not pine,

In Britain's senate. Fruitless was the attempt : Through lack of converse, no, he must have found And while the uproar of that desperate strife Abundant exercise for thought and speech,

Continued yet to vibrate on his ear, In his dividual being, self-review'd,

The vanquish'd whig, beneath a borrow'd name, Self-catechized, self-punish'd. Some there are (For the mere sound and echo of his own Who, drawing near their final home, and much

Haunted him with sensations of disgust And daily longing that the same were reach'd, That he was glad to lose,) slunk from the world Would rather shun than seek the fellowship

To the deep shade of these untravellid wilds; Of kindred mould. Such baply here are laid ?” In which the Scottish laird had long possess'd

“ Yes," said the priest, “ the genius of our hills, An undisturb'd abode. Here, then, they met, Who scems, by these stupendous barriers cast Two doughty champions ; flaming Jacobite Round his domain, desirous not alone

And sullen Hanoverian! You might think To keep his own, but also to exclude

That losses and vexations, less severe All other progeny, doth sometimes lure,

Than those which they had severally sustain'd, E’en by this studied depth of privacy,

Would have inclined each to abate his zeal The unhappy alien hoping to obtain

For his ungrateful cause ; no,-I have heard Concealment, or seduced by wish to find,

My reverend father tell that, 'mid the calm In place from outward molestation free,

Of that small town encountering thus, they fill'd, Helps to internal ease. Of many such

Daily, its bowling-green with harmless strife; Could I discourse ; but as their stay was brief, Plagued with uncharitable thoughts the church; So their departure only left behind

And vex'd the market-place. But in the breasts Fancies, and loose conjectures. Other trace Of these opponents gradually was wrought, Survives, for worthy mention, of a pair

With little change of general sentiment, Who, from the pressure of their several fates, Such change towards each other, that their days Meeting as strangers, in a petty town

By choice were spent in constant fellowship; Whose blue roofs ornament a distant reach

And if, at times, they fretted with the yoke, of this far winding vale, remaind as friends Those very bickerings made them love it more. True to their choice ; and gave their bones in trust “A favourite boundary to their lengthen'd walks To this loved cemetery, here to lodge

This churchyard was. And, whether they had come With unescutcheon'd privacy interr'd

Treading their path in sympathy and link'd
Far from the family vault. A chieftain one In social converse, or by some short space
By right of birth ; within whose spotless breast Discreetly parted to preserve the peace,
The fire of ancient Caledonia burn'd.

JOne spirit seldom fail'd t extend its sway

Over both minds, when they awhile had mark'd | Exchange the shepherd's frock of native gray The visible quiet of this holy ground,

For robes with regal purple tinged ; convert And breathed its soothing air; the spirit of hope The crook into a sceptre :-give the pomp And saintly magnanimity ; that, spurning

Of circumstance, and here the tragic muse The field of selfish difference, and dispute,

Shall find apt subjects for her highest art. And every care which transitory things,

Amid the groves, beneath the shadowy hills, Earth, and the kingdoms of the earth, create, The generations are prepared; the pangs, Doth, by a rapture of forgetfulness,

The internal pangs are ready; the dread strife Preclude forgiveness, from the praise debarr'd, Of poor humanity's afllicted will Which else the Christian virtue might have claim'd. Struggling in vain with ruthless destiny." There live who yet remember here to have seen “ Though,” said the priest in answer, “ these be Their courtly figures, -seated on the stump

terms Of an old yew, their favourite resting place. Which a divine philosophy rejects, But, as the remnant of the long-lived tree

We, whose establish'd and unfailing trust Was disappearing by a swift decay,

Is in controlling providence, admit They, with joint care, determined to erect,

That, through all stations, human life abounds Upon its site, a dial, that might stand

With mysteries :--for, if faith were left untried, For public use preserved, and thus survive How could the might, that lurks within her, then As their own private monument ; for this

Be shown her glorious excellence-that ranks Was the particular spot, in which they wish'd Among the first of powers and virtues-proved ? (And Heaven was pleased t'accomplish the desire) Our system is not fashion'd to preclude That, undivided, their remains should lie.

That sympathy which you for others ask: So, where the moulder'd tree had stood, was raised | And I could tell, not travelling for my theme Yon structure, framing, with th' ascent of steps Beyond these humble graves, of grievous crimes That to the decorated pillar lead,

And strange disasters : but I pass them by, A work of art more sumptuous than might seem Loath to disturb what heaven hath hush'd in peace To suit this place ; yet built in no proud scorn Still less, far less, am I inclined to treat Of rustic homeliness : they only aim'd

Of man degraded in his Maker's sight To ensure for it respectful guardianship.

By the deformities of brutish vice : Around the margin of the plate, whereon

For, in such portraits, though a vulgar face The shadow falls to note the stealthy hours, And a course outside of repulsive life Winds an inscriptive legend.” At these words And unaffecting manners might at once Thither we turn'd, and gather'd, as we read, Be recognised by all-" " Ah! do not think,” The appropriate sense, in Latin numbers couch'd. The wanderer somewhat eagerly exclaim'd, Time flies; it is his melancholy task

** Wish could be ours that you, for such poor gain, To bring, and bear au'ay, delusive hopes,

(Gain shall I call it?-gain of what?-for whom? And reproduce the troubles he destroys.

Should breathe a word tending to violate But, while his blindness thus is occupied,

Your own pure spirit. Not a step we look or Discerning mortal! do thou serve the will

In slight of that forbearance and reserve Of time's eternal master, and that peace

Which common human-heartedness inspires, Which the world wants, shall be for thee confirm'd." | And mortal ignorance ani frailty claim,

“Smooth verse, inspired by no unletter'd rouse," Upon this sacred ground, if nowhere else.”
Esclaim'd the skeptic, “and the strain of thought, " True," said the solitary, “ be it far
Accords with nature's language; the soft voice From us to infringe the laws of charity.
Of yon white torrent falling down the rocks Let judgment here in mercy be pronounced ;
Speaks, less distinctly, to the same effect.

This, self-respecting nature prompts, and this If, then, their blended influence be not lost Wisdom enjoins ; but, if the thing we seek Upon our hearts, not wholly lost, I grant,

Be genuine knowledge, bear we then in mind E'en upon mine, the more are we required

How, from his lofty throne, the sun can fling To feel for those among our fellow men,

Colours as bright on exhalations bred
Who, offering no obeisance to the world,

By weedy pool or pestilential swamp,
Are yet made desperate by too quick a sense As by the rivulet sparkling where it runs,
Of constant infelicity,'-cut off

Or the pellucid lake.”
From peace like exiles on some barren rock,

“Small risk,” said I, Their life's appointed prison ; not more free “ Of such illusion do we here incur ; Than sentinels, between two armies, set,

Temptation here is none to exceed the truth With nothing better, in the chill night air,

No evidence appears that they who rest Than their own thoughts to comfort them. Say why


re covetous a That ancient story of Prometheus chain'd?

Or of remembrance even, deserved or not. The vulture—the inexhaustible repast

Green is the churchyard, beautiful and green, Drawn from his vitals ? Say what meant the woes Ridge rising gently by the side of ridge, By Tantalus entail'd upon his race,

A heaving surface-almost wholly free And the dark sorrows of the line of Thebes ? From interruption of sepulchral stones, Fictions in form, but in their substance truths, And mantled o'er with aboriginal turf Tremendous truths ! familiar to the men

And everlasting flowers. These dalesmen trust Of long past tirpes, nor obsolete in ours.

| The lingering gleam of their departed lives

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To oral records and the silent heart;

In power of mind, and eloquent discourse. Depository faithful, and more kind

Tall was her stature ; her complexion dark Than fondest epitaphs : for, if that fail,

And saturnine ; her head not raised to hold What boots the sculptured tomb ? and who can Converse with heaven, nor yet deprest towards earth. blame,

But in projection carried, as she walk'd Who rather would not envy, men that feel For ever musing. Sunken were her eyes; This mutual confidence ; if, from such source, Wrinkled and furrow'd with habitual thought The practice flow,--if thence, or from a deep Was her broad forehead; like the brow of one And general humility in death?

Whose visual nerve shrinks from a painful glare Nor should I much condemn it, if it spring Of overpowering light. While yet a child, From disregard of time's destructive power, She, 'mid the humble flowerets of the vale, As only capable to prey on things

Tower'd like the imperial thistle, not unfurnish'd Of earth and human nature's mortal part.

With its appropriate grace, yet rather seeking Yet--in less simple districts, where we see

To be admired, than coveted and loved. Stone lift its forehead emulous of stone

E'en at that age she ruled, a sovereign queen In courting notice, and the ground all paved

Over her comrades; else their simpie sports, With commendations of departed worth;

Wanting all relish for her strenuous mind, Reading, where'er we turn, of innocent lives, Had crossd her, only to be shunn'd with scorn. Of each domestic charity fulfillid,

0! pang of sorrowful regret for those And sufferings meekly borne-1, for my part, Whom, in their youth, sweet study has enthralla. Though with the silence pleased that here prevails, That they have lived for harsher servitude, Among those fair recitals also range,

Whether in soul, in body, or estate!
Soothed by the natural spirit which they breathe. Sucb doom was her's; yet nothing could subdue
And in the centre of a world whose soil

Her keen desire of knowledge, nor efface
Is rank with all unkindness, compass'd round Those brighter images—by books imprest
With such memorials, I have sometimes felt, Upon her memory, faithfully as stars
It was no momentary happiness

That occupy their places-and, though oft
To have one enclosure where the voice that speaks Hidden by clouds, and oft bedimm'd by haze,
In envy or detraction is not heard ;

Are not to be extinguish'd, nor impair'd. Which malice may not enter ; where the traces “Two passions, both degenerate, for they both Of evil inclinations are unknown;

Began in honour, gradually obtain'd Where love and pity tenderly unite

Rule over her, and vex'd her daily life ; With resignation; and no jarring tone

An unrelenting avaricious thrift; Intrudes the peaceful concert to disturb

And a strange thraldom of maternal love, Of amity and gratitude."

That held her spirit in its own despite, “ Thus sanction'd," Bound-by vexation, and regret, and scorn, The pastor said, “I willingly confine

Constrain'd forgiveness, and relenting vows, My narratives to subjects that excite

And tears, in pride suppress'd, in shame concealdFeelings with these accordant; love, esteem, To a poor dissolute son, her only child. And admiration lifting up a veil,

Her wedded days had open'd with mishap, A sunbeam introducing among hearts

Whence dire dependence. What could she perform Retired and covert; so that ye shall have

To shake the burden off? Ah! there was felt, Clear images before your gladden'd eyes

Indignantly the weakness of her sex. Of nature's unambitious underwood,

She mused-resolved, adhered to her resolve; And flowers that prosper in the shade. And when The hand grew slack in almsgiving, the heart I speak of such among my flock as swerved Closed by degrees to charity; heaven's blessing Or fell, those only will I single out

Not seeking from that source, she placed her trust Upon whose lapse, or error, something more In ceaseless pains and parsimonious care, Than brotherly forgiveness may attend;

Which got, and sternly hoarded each day's gain. To such will we restrict our notice-else

“ Thus all was re-establish'd, and a pile
Better my tongue were mute. And yet there are, Constructed, that sufficed for every end
I feel, good reasons why we should not leave Save the contentment of the builder's mind;
Wholly untraced a more forbidding way,

A mind by nature indisposed to aught
For strength to persevere and to support,

So placid, so inactive, as content ; And energy to conquer and repel ;

A mind intolerant of lasting peace, These elements of virtue, that declare

And cherishing the pang which it deplored. The native grandeur of the human soul,

Dread life of conflict! which I oft compared Are ofttimes not unprofitably shown

To th' agitation of a brook that runs In the perverseness of a selfish course :

Down rocky mountains-buried now and lost Truth every day exemplified, no less

In silent pools, now in strong eddies chain'd, . In the gray cottage by the murmuring stream But never to be charm'd to gentleness; That in fantastic conqueror's roving camp,

Its best attainment fits of such repose Or 'mid the factious senate, unappallid

As timid eyes might shrink from fathoming. While merciless proscription ebbs and flows.

“A sudden illness seized her in the strength There,” said the vicar, pointing as he spake, Of life's autumnal season. Shall I tell

A woman rests in peace; surpass'd by few | How on her bed of death the matron lay,

To providence submissive, so she thought;

Now she is not; the swelling turf reports
But fretted, vex'd, and wrought upon-almost Of the fresh shower, but of poor Ellen's tears
To anger, by the malady that griped

Is silent; por is any vestige left
Her prostrate frame with unrelaxing power, Of the path worn by mournful tread of her
As the fierce eagle fasteps on the lamb ?

Who, at her heart's light bidding, once had moved She pray'd, she moan'd-her husband's sister | In virgin fearlessness, with step that seem'd watch'd

Caught from the pressure of elastic turf Her dreary pillow, waited on her needs;

Upon the mountains gemm’d with morning dew, And yet the very sound of that kind foot

In the prime hour of sweetest scents and airs. Was anguish to her ears! And must she rule,' Serious and thoughtful was her mind; and yet, This was the dying woman heard to say

By reconcilement exquisite and rare, In bitterness, and must she rule and reign, The form, port, motions of this cottage girl Sole mistress of this house, when I am gone ? Were such as might have quicken'd and inspired Sit by my fire-possess what I possess'd

A Titian's hand, addrest to picture forth Tend what I tended-calling it her own!

Oread or Dryad glancing through the shade Enough ;-I fear, too much. One vernal evening, What time the hunter's earliest horn is heard While she was yet in prime of health and strength Startling the golden hills. A wide spread elm I well remember, while I pass'd her door,

Stands in our valley, named the Joyful Tree ; Musing with loitering step, and upward eye From dateless usage which our peasants hold Turn'd towards the planet Jupiter that hung of giving welcome to the first of May Above the centre of the vale, a voice

By dances round its trunk. And if the sky Roused me, her voice ; it said, 'that glorious star Permit, like honours, dance and song, are paid In its untroubled element will shine

To the Twelfth Night, beneath the frosty stars As now it shines, when we are laid in earth Or the clear moon. The queen of these gay sports, And safe from all our sorrows.' She is safe, | If not in beauty yet in sprightly air, And her uncharitable acts, I trust,

Was hapless Ellen. No one touch'd the ground And harsh unkindnesses, are all forgiven;

So deftly, and the nicest maiden's locks Though, in this vale remember'd with deep awe!” Less gracefully were braided ; but this praise,

Methinks, would better suit another place. The vicar paused ; and toward a seat advanced, " She loved, and fondly deem'd herself beloved. A long stone seat, fix'd in the churchyard wall; | The road is dim, the current unperceived, Part shaded by cool sycamore, and part

The weakness painful and most pitiful,
Offering a sunny resting place to them

By which a virtuous woman, in pure youth,
Who seek the house of worship, while the bells May be deliver'd to distress and shame.
Yet ring with all their voices, or before

Such fate was hers. The last time Ellen danced, The last hath ceased its solitary knoll.

Among her equals, round the Joyful Tree, Under the shade we all sate down ; and there She bore a secret burden ; and full soon His office, uninvited, he resumed.

Was left to tremble for a breaking vow,“ As on a sunny bank, a tender lamb

Then, to bewail a sternly-broken vow, Lurks in safe shelter from the winds of March, Alone, within ber widow'd mother's house. Screen'd by its parent, so that little mound

It was the season sweet, of budding leaves, Lies guarded by its neighbour ; the small heap Of days advancing toward their utmost length, Speaks for itself ;-an infant there doth rest, And small birds singing to their happy mates. The sheltering hillock is the mother's grave. Wild is the music of the autumpal wind If mild discourse, and manners that conferr'd Among the faded woods ; but these blithe notes A natural dignity on humblest rank !

Strike the deserted to the heart ;-I speak If gladsome spirits, and benignant looks,

Of what I know, and what we feel within. That for a face not beautiful did more

Beside the cottage in which Ellen dwelt Than beauty for the fairest face can do :

Stands a tall ash tree; to whose topmost twig And if religious tenderness of heart,

A thrush resorts, and annually chants, Grieving for sin, and penitential tears

At morn and evening from that naked perch, Shed when the clouds had gather'd and distain'd While all the undergrove is thick with leaves, The spotless ether of a maiden life ;

A time-beguiling ditty, for delight
If these may make a hallow'd spot of earth Of his fond partner, silent in the nest.
More holy in the sight of God or man;

“Ah, why,' said Ellen, sighing to herself, Then, o'er that mould, a sanctity shall brood • Why do not words, and kiss, and solemn pledge; Till the stars sicken at the day of doom.

And nature that is kind in woman's breast, - Ah! what a warning for a thoughtless man, And reason that in man is wise and good, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, | And fear of Him who is a righteous judge, Show to his eye an image of the pangs

Why do not these prevail for human life, Which it hath witness'd ; render back an echo To keep two hearts together, that began Of the sad steps by which it bath been trod! Their spring-time with one love, and that have need There by her innocent baby's precious grave, Of mutual pity and forgiveness, sweet Yea, doubtless, on the turf that roofs her own, To grant, or be received; while that poor bird The mother oft was seen to stand, or kneel O come and hear him! thou who hast to me In the broad day, a weeping Magdalene.

| Been faithless, hear him, though a lowly creature

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