But giant Gout had bound him in her chain,

And his heart panted for the chase in vain.

Yet here Remembrance, fweetly-foothing power! Wing'd with delight Confinement's lingering hour.

The fox's brufh ftill emulous to wear,

He fcour'd the county in his elbow-chair;

295

And, with view-halloo, rous'd the dreaming hound,

That rung, by ftarts, his deep-ton'd mufic round.

Long by the paddock's humble pale confin'd,

His aged hunters cours'd the viewless wind:

300

And each, with glowing energy pourtray'd,

The far-fam'd triumphs of the field display'd;
Ufurp'd the canvas of the crowded hall,

And chas'd a line of heroes from the wall.

There slept the horn each jocund echo knew, 305

And many a smile and many a ftory drew!

High o'er the hearth his foreft-trophies hung,

And their fantastic branches wildly flung.

How would he dwell on each vaft antler there!

This dash'd the wave, that fann'd the mountain-air. 310

Each, as it frown'd, unwritten records bore,

Of gallant feats and feftivals of yore.

But why the tale prolong?-His only child,

His darling JULIA on the ftranger fmil'd.

Her little arts a fretful fire to please,

315

Her gentle gaiety, and native ease,

Had won his foul-but ah! few days had pass'd,

Ere his fond vifions prov'd too fweet to last.

When evening ting'd the lake's ethereal blue, And her deep fhades irregularly threw ;

Their fhifting fail dropt gently from the cove,

Down by St. Herbert's confecrated

grove;

22

Whence erft the chanted hymn, the taper'd rite,

Amus'd the fisher's folitary night;

320

And still the mitred window, richly wreath'd, 325

A facred calm thro' the brown foliage breath'd.

The wild deer, starting thro' the filent glade,

With fearful

gaze, their various course furvey'd.

High hung in air the hoary goat reclin`d,

His ftreaming beard the sport of every wind; 330

And, as the coot her jet-wing lov'd to lave,

Rock'd on the bofom of the fleepless wave;

The eagle rufh'd from Skiddaw's purple creft,

A cloud ftill brooding o'er her giant-neft.

And now the moon had dimm'd, with dewy ray, 335 The few, fine flushes of departing day;

O'er the wide water's deep ferene she hung,

And her broad lights on every mountain flung;
When lo! a fudden blast the vessel blew, 23
And to the furge confign'd its little crew.

340

All, all efcap'd-but ere the lover bore

His faint and faded JULIA to the shore,

Her fenfe had fled!-Exhausted by the storm,

A fatal trance hung o'er her pallid form;

Her clofing eye a trembling luftre fir'd;

"Twas life's laft fpark-it flutter'd and expir'd!

345