Bet Leonard Lord Then James still is left among you! Print Tis of the elder brother I am speaking: Tay had an uncle; he was at that time A thrung man, and trafficked on the seas: se with such a torrent; when he died, The estate and house were sold; and all their sheep, A pretty Buck, and which, for aught I know, Hadithed the Ewbanks for a thousand years:— | B.J-al was gone, and they were destitute, And Leotard, chiefly for his Brother's sake, | wired to try his fortune on the seas. Tive years are past since we had tidings from him. ere were one among us who had heard Tat Levcard Ewbank was come home again, Fre the Great Gavel*, down by Leeza's banks, Ad down the Euna, far as Egremont, The cay would be a joyous festival; *The Great Gavel, so called, I imagine, from its resemstrate the gable end of a house, is one of the highest of the Cumberland mountains It stands at the head of the avernd ehes of Ennerdale, Wastdale, and Borrowdale. The Loza is a river which flows into the Lake of EnnerBanking from the Lake, it changes its name, and *Surd the End, Eyne, or Enna. It falls into the sea a tita Mure Egrancet And those two bells of ours, which there you see- He took me by the hand, and said to me, If that day A fellow-tale of sorrow. That is but From his youth James, though not sickly, yet was delicate; And Leonard being always by his side Had done so many offices about him, That, though he was not of a timid nature, In him was somewhat checked; and, when his Brother Was gone to sea, and he was left alone, Leonard. But these are all the graves of fullgrown men ! Priest. Ay, Sir, that passed away: we took him to us; He was the child of all the dale-he lived I judged you most unkindly. How did he die at last? But this Youth, One sweet May-morning, Priest. You say that he saw many happy years? Leonard. was easy?- Priest. Yes, long before he died, he found that time Is a true friend to sorrow; and unless His thoughts were turned on Leonard's luckless fortune, He talked about him with a cheerful love. Leonard. He could not come to an unhallowed end ! Priest. Nay, God forbid !-You recollect I mentioned A habit which disquietude and grief Had brought upon him; and we all conjectured Had walked, and from the summit had fallen headlong: And so no doubt he perished. When the Youth Fell, in his hand he must have grasp'd, we think, The Priest here endedThe Stranger would have thanked him, but he felt A gushing from his heart, that took away The power of speech. Both left the spot in silence: And Leonard, when they reached the church-yard gate, As the Priest lifted up the latch, turned round,— It was not long ere Leonard reached a grove That overhung the road: he there stopped short, And, sitting down beneath the trees, reviewed All that the Priest had said: his early years Were with him :-his long absence, cherished hopes, And thoughts which had been his an hour before, All pressed on him with such a weight, that now, This vale, where he had been so happy, seemed A place in which he could not bear to live: So he relinquished all his purposes. He travelled back to Egremont: and thence, That night, he wrote a letter to the Priest, Reminding him of what had passed between them; And adding, with a hope to be forgiven, That it was from the weakness of his heart He had not dared to tell him who he was. This done, he went on shipboard, and is now A Seaman, a grey-headed Mariner. 11. ARTEGAL AND ELIDURE. 1800. SEE THE CHRONICLE OF GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH AND WHERE be the temples which, in Britain's Isle, To fatal dissolution; and, I ween, No vestige then was left that such had ever been. Atless, a British record (long concealed And Albion's giants quelled, A brood whom no civility could melt, Who never tasted grace, and goodness ne'er had felt." By brave Corineus aided, he subdued, And rooted out the intolerable kind ; And this too-long-polluted land imbued not roam. (), happy Britain! region all too fair Grew many a poisonous weed; Hesse, and how soon! that war of vengeance waged She flung her blameless child, ravowing that the stream should bear That same through every age, her hatred to declare. So speaks the Chronicle, and tells of Lear by be ungrateful daughters turned adrift. etings, hear his voice!—they cannot hear, Aran the winds restore his simple gift. be there is, a Child of nature meek, Who comes her Sire to seek ; And he recovering sense, upon her breast Lee smilingly, and sinks into a perfect rest. Tare too we read of Spenser's fairy themes, yet he brandishes for future war, Stad ft his country's fame above the polar star! |