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Who acts thus wisely, mark the moral Muse, And, with a brother's warmth, a brother's grile, A blooming Eden in his life reviews !
The stranger groets each native of his isle ; So rich the culture, though so small the space, So scenes of life, when present and confest, Its scanty limits he forgets to trace.
Stamp but their bolder features on the breast; But the fond fool, when evening shades the sky, Yet not an image, when remotely viow'd, Turns but to start, and gazes but to sigh! (24) However trivial, and however rudo, The weary waste, that lengthen'd as he ran, But wins the heart, and wakes the social sigh, Fades to a blank, and dwindles to a span!
With every claim of close affinity! Ah! who can tell the triumphs of the mind, But these pure joys the world can never know; By truth illumined, and by taste refined ?
In geniler climes their silver currents flow. When age has quench'd the eye, and closed the ear, Oft at the silent, shadowy close of day, Still nerved for action in her native sphere, When the hush'd grove has sung his parting lay; Oft will she rise—with searching glance pursue When pensive Twilight, in her dusky car, Some long-loved image vanish'd from her view; Comes slowly on to meet the evening-star; Dart through the deep recesses of the past,
Above, below, aërial murmurs swell, O'er dusky forms in chains of slumber cast; From hanging wood, brown heath, and bushy Jell! With giant-grasp fling back the folds of night, A thousand nameless riis, that shun the ligh!, And snatch the faithless fugitive to light.
Stealing soft music on the ear of night. So through the grove the impatient mother flies, So ofi the finer movements of the soul, Each sunless glade, each secret pathway tries; That shun the sphere of Pleasure's gay control, Till the thin leaves the truant boy disclose,
In the still shades of calm Seclusion rise, Long on the wood-moss stretch'd in sweet reposc. And breathe their sweet, seraphuc harmonies ! Nor yet to pleasing objects are confined
Once, and domestic annals tell the time, The silent feasts of the reflecting mind;
(Preserved in Cumbria's rude, romantic cline) Danger and death a dread delight inspire,
When Nature smiled, and o'er the landscape throw And the bald veteran glows with wonted fire,
Her richest fragrance, and her brightest hue, When, richly bronzed by many a summer-sun,
A blithe and blooming Forester explored
Go, with old Thames, view Chelsea's glorious pile; The rocky pass half-hung with shaggy wood,
And the cleft oak flung boldly o'er the flood;
Nor shunn’d the track, unknown to human tread, And own what raptures from Reflection flow.
That downward to the night of caverns led;
Some ancient cataract's deserted bed.
High on exulting wing the heath-cock rose (27)
And blew his shrill blast o'er perennial snows; That oft arrest the wondering stranger's sail. Long have ye heard the narratives of age,
Ere the rapt youth, recoiling from the roar, The battle's havoc, and the tempest's rage;
Gazed on the tumbling tide of dread Lodoar; Long have ye known Reflection's genial ray
And through the rified cliffs, that scaled the sky, Gild the calm close of Valor's various day.
Derwent's clear mirror (28) charı'd his dazzled eye, Time's sombrous touches soon correct the piece,
Each osier isle, inverted on the wave, Mellow each tint, and bid each discord cease :
Through morn's grey mist its melting colors gave : A softer tone of light pervades the whole,
And o'er the cygnet's haunt, the mantling grove And steals a pensive languor o'er the soul.
Ils emerald arch with wild luxuriance wove. Hast thou through Eden's wild-wood vales pur
Light as the breeze that brush'd the orient dew, sued (25)
From rock to rock the young Adventurer flew; Each mountain scene, majestically rude;
And day's last sunshine slept along the shore, To note the sweet simplicity of life,
When lo, a path the smile of welcome wore. Far from the din of Folly's idle strife;
Imbowering shrubs with verdure veil'd the sky, Nor there awhile, with lifted eye, revered
And on the musk-rose shed a deeper dyo; That modest stone which pious Pembroke reard ;
Save when a bright and momentary glearn Which still records, beyond the pencil's power,
Glanced from the white foam of some shelter'd strcam. The silent sorrows of a parting hour;
O'er the still lake the bell of evening tolid, Still to the musing pilgrim points the place, And on the moor the shepherd penn'd his fold Her sainted spirit most delights to trace?
And on the green hill's side the meteor play'd, Thus, with the manly glow of honest pride. When, hark! a voice sung sweetly through the shade. O'er his dead son tho gallant Ormond sigh'd. (26) It ceased—yet still in Florio's fancy sung, Thus, through tho gloom of Shenstone's fairy-grove, Süll on each note his captive spirit hung ; Maria's urn still breathes the voice of love. Till v'er the mead a cool, sequcster'd grot
As the stern grandeur of a Gothic tower From its rich root' a guarry lustre shot.
A crystal water cross'd the pebbled floor,
Hence away, nor dare intrude!
In this secrut, shadowy coll And as the sparks of social love cxpand,
Musing MEMORY loves to dwoll. As the heart opens in a foreign land,
With her sister Solitude,
Far from the busy world she flios,
Their shifting sail dropt gently from the cove,
Amused the fisher's solitary night:
And still the mitred window, richly wreathed,
A sacred calm through the brown foliage breathed.
The wild deer, starting through the silent glade, Florio had gain'd a rude and rocky seat,
With fearful gaze their various course survey'd. When lo, the Genius of this still retreat!
High hung in air tho hoary goat reclined, Fair was her form—but who can hope to traco Ilis streaming beard the sport of every wind; The pensive softness of her angel-face?
And, while the coot her jet-wing loved to lave, fin Virgil's verse, can Raphael's touch, impart Rock'd on the bosom of the sleepless wave; The finer features of the feeling heart,
The cagle rush'd from Skiddaw's purple crest, Thuen tend'rer tints that shun the careless oye, A cloud still brooding o'er her giant-nest. And in the world's contagious climate die?
And now the moon had dimm’d with dewy ray She left the cave, nor mark'd the stranger there; The few fine fushes of departing day. Her pastoral beanty, and her artless air
O'er the wide water's deep serene she hung, Had breathed a soft enchantment o'er his soul! And her broad lights on every mountain flung; In every nerve he felt her blest control!
When lo! a sudden blast the vessel blew,(30) What prire and white-wing'd agents of the sky, And to the surge consignd the little crew. Wh) rule the springs of sncred sympathy,
All, all escaped—but ere the lover bore Inform congonial spirits when they meet?
His faint and faded Julia to the shore, Sweet is their office, as their natures sweet! Fler sense had fled Exhausted by the storm,
Florio, with fearful joy, pursued the maid, A fatal trance hung o'er her pallid form; Till through a vista's moonlight-chequer'd shade, Her closing eye a trembling lustre fired; Where the bat circled, and the rooks reposed, 'Twas life's last spark-it flutter'd and expired! (Their wars suspended, and their councils closed) The father strew'd his white hairs in the wind, An antique mansion burst in awful stale,
Callid on his child—nor linger'd long behind : A rich vine clustering round the Gothic gate. And Florio lived to sec the willow wave, Normalised he ihere. The master of the scene With many an evening-whisper, o'er their grave. Saw his light step imprini the dewy green; Yes, Florio lived—and, still of each possessid, And, slow advancing, haild him as his guest, The faiher cherish'd, and the maid caress'd! Wnn by the honest warmth his looks express'd. For ever would the fond enthusiast rove, He wore the rustic manner of a 'Squire ;
With Julia's spirit, through the shadowy grove; Age had not quench'd one spork of manly fire; Gaze with delight on every srone she plann'd, But giant Gout had bound himn in her chain, Kiss every flou’ret planted by her hand. And his heart panted for the chase in vain. Ah! still he traced her steps along the glade,
Yet here Remembrance, xwecily soothing Power! When hazy hues and glimmering lights betray'd Wingi with delight Confinement's lingering hour. Hall-vicwless forms ; still listen'd as the brecze The fox's brush still emulous to wear,
Heaved its deep sobs among the aged trees; Ne scour'd the county in his elbow-chair;
And at each pause her melting accents caught, And, with view-halloo), roused the dreaming hound, In sweet delirium of romantic thought! That rung, by starts, his deep-toned music round. Dear was the grot that shunn’d the blaze of day; Lang by the paddock's humble palo confined, She
its spars to shoot a trembling ray. Ha nged hunters course the viewless wind : The spring, that bubbled from its inmost cell, And each, with glowing energy portray'd,
Murmur'd of Julia's virtues as it fell; The far-famed triumphs of the field display'd ; And o'er the dripping moss, the fretted stone, l'surp'd the canvas of the crowded hall,
In Florio's ear breathed language not its own, Arul chased a line of herves from the wall.
Her charm around the enchantress MEMORY threw There slept the horn each jocund echo knew, A charm that soothes the mind, and sweetens too! And many a smile and mony a story drew!
But is Her magic only felt below? Thigh o'er the hearth luis forest-trophies hung, Say, through what brighter realms she bids it flow And their fantastic branches wildly flung.
To what pure beings, in a nobler sphere,(31) How would he dwell on the vist antlers there! She yields delight but faintly imaged here: These dash'd the wave, those fann'd the mountain-air. All that till now their rapt researches knew; All, as they frown'd, anwritten records bore Not call'd in slow succession to review, Of gallant feats and festivals of yore.
But, as a landscape meets the eye of day, But why the tale prolong ?-Flis only child, At once presented to their glad survey ! Iis darling Julia on the stranger smil'd.
Each scene of bliss reveal’d, since chaos fled, Her little arts a fretful sire to please,
And dawning light its dazzling glories spread ; Her gentle gaiety, and nntive case
Each chain of wonders that sublimely glow'd, Hind won his soul; and mpturous Fancy shed Since first Creation's choral anthem flow'd; ller golden lights, and tints of rosy red.
Each ready flight, at Mercy's call divine,
When evening tinged the lako's othercal blue, Full on her tablet flings its living rays,
And all, combined, with blest effulgence blaze.
There thy bright train, immortal Friendship, soar;
Note 2, page 3, col. 1. No more to part, to mingle tears no more!
Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! And, as the softening hand of Time endears
When a traveller, who was surveying the ruins of The joys and sorrows of our infant-years,
Romic, expressed a desire to possess some relic of its So there the soul, released from human strise,
ancient grandeur, Poussin, who attended him, stooped Smiles at the little cares and ills of life;
down, and gathering up a handful of earth shining Its lights and shades, its sunshine and its showers;
with small grains of porphyry, “ Take this home, " As at a dream that charm'd her vacant hours !
said he, “ for your cabinet; and say boldly, Questa è Oft may the spirits of the dead descend
Note 3, page 3, col. 1.
The church-yard yews round which his fathers sleep. To hail the spot where first their friendship grew, Every man, like Gulliver in Lilliput, is fastened to And heaven and nature opend to their view! some spot of earth, by the thousand small threads Oft, when he trims his cheerful hearth, and sces which habit and association are continually stealing A smiling circle emulous to please ;
Of these, perhaps, one of the strongest is There may these gentle guests delight to dwell, here alluded to. And bless the scene they loved in life so well! When the Canadian Indians were once solicited
Oh thou! with whom my heart was wont to share to emigrate, “ What!” they replied, “shall we say to From Reason's dawn each pleasure and each care; the bones of our fathers, Arise, and go with us into With whom, alas! I fondly hoped to know
a foreign land ?" The humble walks of happiness below;
Note 4, page 3, col. 1.
So, when he breathed his firm yet fond adieu.
Sec Cook's first voyage, book i, chap. 16.
Another very affecting instance of local attachment Grant me thy peace and purity of mind,
is related of his fellow-countryman Potaveri, who Devout yet cheerful, active yet resign'd;
came to Europe with M. de Bougainville.-See les Grant me, like thee, whose heart knew no disguise, Jardins, chant ii. Whose blameless wishes never aim'd to rise,
Note 5, page 3, col. 2. To meet the changes Time and Chance present,
So Scotia's Queen, etc. With modest dignity and calm content.
Elle se leve sur son lit, et se met à contempler When thy last breath, ere Nature sunk to rest,
la France encore, et tant qu'elle peut.-BRANTÔME Thy meek submission to thy God express'd; When thy last look, ere thought and feeling ned,
Note 6, page 3, col. 2. A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed;
Thus kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire. What to thy soul its glau assurance gave,
To an accidental association may be ascribed some Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave? of the noblest efforts of human genius. The HistoThe sweet Remembrance of unblemish'd youth, rian of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire The still inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth! first conceived his design among the ruins of the
Hail, Memory, hail! in thy exhaustless mine Capitol; and to the tones of a Welsh harp are we From age to age unnumber'd treasures shine! indebted for the Bard of Gray. Thought and her shadowy brood thy call obey, And Place and Time are subject to thy sway!
Note 7, page 3, col. 2.
Hence home-felt pleasure, etc
Who can sufficiently admire the affectionate atLighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die,
tachment of Plutarch, who thus concludes his enuIf but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky;
meration of the advantages of a great city to men of If but a beam of sober Reason play,
letters? “As to myself, I live in a little town; and I Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away!
choose to live there, lest it should become still less." But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power,
Vil. Dem. Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour?
Note 8, page 3, col. 2.
For this young Foscari, etc.
Ho was suspected of murder, and at Venice sus. Where Virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest!
picion is good evidence. Neither the interest of the Doge, his father, nor the intrepidity of conscious in. nocence, which he exhibited in the dungeon and on
the rack, could procure his acquittal. He was bani. NOTES.
ished to the island of Candia for life.
But here his resolution failed him. At such a dis.
tance from home he could not live; and, as it was a Note 1, page 2, col. 2.
criminal offence to solicit the intercession of a foreign Up springs, at every step, to claim a tear.
prince, in a fit of despair he addressed a letter to the I came to the place of my birth and cried, “ The Duke of Milan, and intrusted it to a wretch whose friends of my youth, where are they?"-And an echo perfidy, he knew, would occasion his being remanded answered “Where are they?”—From an Arabic MS. Ja prisoner to Venice.
Note 9, page 3, col. 2.
chateau at Richelieu, he sacrificed its symmetry to And hence the charm historic scenes impart: preserve the room in which he was born.-Mém. de Whatever withdraws us from the power of our
Mlle de Montpensier, i, 27. senses; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the
An attachment of this nature is generally the charfuture, prodominate over the present, advances us in acteristic of a benevolent mind; and a long acquaintthe dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and far from ance with the world cannot always extinguish it. my friends be such frigid philosophy as may conduct
“ To a friend," says John, Duke of Buckingham, us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which " I will expose my weakness: I am oftener missing has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. a pretty gallery in the old house I pulled down, than Tluat man is little to be envied, whose patriotism pleased with a saloon which I built its stead, would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or
though a thousand times better in all respects."-See whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins his Letter to the D. of Sh. of lone-JOHNSON.
This is the language of the heart; and will re
mind the reader of that good-humored remark in one Note 10, page 3, col. 2.
of Pope's letters — “I should hardly care to have an And watch and weop in Eloisa's cell.
old post pulled up, that I remembered ever since I The Paraclote, founded by Abelard, in Champagne. was a child."
Nor did the Poet feel the charm more forcibly than Note 11, page 3, col. 2.
his Editor. See Hurd's Life of Warburton, 51, 99. "T was ever thus. As now at Virgil's tomb.
The Author of Telemachus has illustrated this Vows and pilgrimages are not peculiar to the re- subject, with equal fancy and feeling, in the story of ligious enthusiast. Silius Italicus performed annual Alibée, Persan. ceremonies on the mountain of Posilipo; and it was
Note 16, page 4, col. 1. there that Boccaccio, quasi da un divino estro inspi
Why great Navarre, etc. rato, resolved to dedicate his life to the Muses. That amiable and accomplished monarch, Ilenry
the Fourth of France, made an excursion from his Note 12, page 3, col. 2.
camp, during the long siege of Laon, to dine at a So Tully paused amid the wrecks of Time.
house in the forest of Folambray; where he had When Cicero was quæstor in Sicily, he discovered often been regaled, when a boy, with fruit, milk, and the tomb of Archimedes by its mathematical inscrip- new cheese ; and in revisiting which he promised uc).— Tusc. Quæst. v. 3.
himself great pleasure.—Mém. de Sully. Note 13, page 3, col. 2.
Note 17, page 4, col. 1.
When Diocletian's self-corrected mind. Say why tho pensive widow loves to woep. The influence of the associating principle is finely there amused himself with building, planting, and
Diocletian retired into his native province, and cremplified in the faithful Penelope, when she sheds gardening. His answer to Maximian is deservedly tears over the bow of Ulysses.-04. xxi, 55.
celebrated. He was solicited by that restless old man Note 14, page 3, col. 2.
to reassume the reins of government, and the ImpeIf chance he hears the song so sweetly wild.
rial purple. He rejected the temptation with a smile The celebrated Ranz des Vaches; “cet air si chéri of pily, calmly observing, “thai if he could show des Suisses qu'il fut défendu sous peine de mort de Maximian the cabbages which he had planted with le jouer dans leurs troupes, parce qu'il faisoit fondre his own hands at Salona, he should no longer be en larmes, déserter ou mourir ceux qui l'entendoient, urged to relinquish the enjoyment of happiness for tant il excitoit en cux l'ardent désir de revoir leur the pursuit of power."--GIBBON. patrie."— Rousseau.
Note 18, page 4, col. 1. The maladie de pays is as old as the human heart. Say, when contentious Charles renounced a throne. JUVENAL's little cup-bearer
When the emperor Charles V. had executed his Suxpirat longo non visam tempore matrem, memorable resolution, and had set out for the mon
Et casulam, et notos tristis desiderat hædos. astery of St. Justus, he stopped a few days at Ghent, And the Argive, in the heat of battle,
says his historian, to indulge that tender and pleasDulcer moriens reminiscitur Argos.
ant melancholy, which arises in the mind of every
man in the decline of life, on visiting the place of Note 15, page 4, col. 2.
his nativity, and viewing the scenes and objects faSay why Vespasian loved his Sabine farm.
miliar to him in his early youth. ----ROBERTSON. This emperor, according to Suetonius, constantly
Note 19, page 4, col. 1. pressed the summer in a small villa near Reate, where
Then did his horse the homeward track descry. he was born, and to which he would never add any The memory of the horse forms the groundwork embellishment, ne quid scilicel oculorum consuetudini of a pleasing little romance of the twellih century, deperiret.–Suet. in Vit. Vesp. cap. ii.
entitled, “ Lai du Palefroy vair."-See Fabliaux du A similar instance occurs in the life of the venera- XII. siècle. ble Pertivax, as related by J. Capitolinus. Posteaquam Ariosto likewise introduces it in a passage full of in Liguriam venit, multis agris coemptis, tabernam truth and nature. When Bayardo meets Angelica in paterno, manente forma priore, infinitis ædificiis cir- the forest, cundedit-Hist. August. 54.
Va mansueto alla Donzella, And it is said of Cardinal Richelieu, that, when he
Che in Albracca il servia già di sua mano. bruilt his magnificent palace on the site of the old family
Orlando Furioso, canto i. 75.
Note 20, pago 4, col. 1.
She tells of time misspent, of comfort lost,
of fair occasions gone for ever by ; Sweot bird ! thy truth shall Haarlem's walls attest.
or hopes too fondly nursed, too rudely croue'd,
Of many a cause to wish, yet fear to die; During the siege of Haarlem, when that city was
For what, except th' instinctive fear reduced to the last extremity, and on the point of
Lest she survive, detains me here, opening its gates to a base and barbarous enemy, a
When "all the life of life" is fled ?
What, but the deep inherent dread, design was formed to relieve it; and the intelligence
Lest she beyond the grave resume her reign, was conveyed to the citizens by a letter which was
And realize the hell that priests and beldams feign? tied under the wing of a pigeon.—THUANUS, lib. lv.
Note 25, page 6, col. 1. c. 5.
Hast thou through Eden's wild-wood vales pursued. The same messenger was employed at the siege
On the road-side, between Penrith and Appleby, of Mutina, as we are informed by the elder Pliny:Hist. Nat. x, 37.
there stands a small pillar with this inscription :
“ This pillar was erected in the year 1656, by Ann Note 21, page 4, col. 2.
Countess-Dowager of Pembroke, etc. for a memorial Hark! the bee, etc.
of her last parting, in this place, with her good and This little animal, from the extreme convexity of pious mother, Margaret, Countess-Dowager of Cum
berland, on the 2d of April, 1616; in memory whereher eye, cannot see many inches before her.
of she hath left an annuity of 41. to be distributed to Note 22, page 5, col. 1.
the poor of the parish of Brougham, every 2d day
of April for ever, upon the stone-lable placed hand These still exist, etc.
by. Laus Deo!" There is a future Existence even in this world, an The Eden is the principal river of Cumberland, Existence in the hearts and minds of those who shall and rises in the wildest part of Westmoreland. live after us. It is in reserve for every man, how
Note 26, page 6, col. 1. ever obscure ; and his portion, if he be diligent, must
O'er his dead son the gallant Ormond sigh'd. be equal to his desires. For in whose remembrance
Ormond bore the loss with patience and dignity: can we wish to hold a place, but such as know, and are known by us? These are within the sphere of though he ever retained a pleasing, however melanour influence, and among these and their descend. choly, sense of the signal merit of Ossory. “I would
not exchange my dead son," said he, " for any living ants we may live evermore.
in Christendom."—HUME. It is a state of rewards and punishments; and, like that revealed to us in the Gospel, has the happiest
The same sentiment is inscribed on Miss Dolman's
urn at the Leasowes. “ Heu, quanto minus est cum influence on our lives. The latter excites us to gain the favor of God, the former to gain the love and reliquis versari, quam tui meminisse !" esteem of wise and good men; and both lead to the
Note 27, page 6, col. 2. same end; for, in framing our conceptions of the High on exulting wing the heath-cock rose. Deity, we only ascribe to Him exalted degrees of This bird is remarkable for his exultation during Wisdom and Goodness.
the spring. Note 23, page 5, col. 2.
Note 28, page 6, col. 2.
Derwent's clear mirror.
Keswick-Lake in Cumberland.
Note 29, page 7, col. 2.
Down by St. Herbert's consecrated grove. emplification of this idea.–See the Rake's Progress,
A small island covered with trees, among which plate 8.
were formerly the ruins of a igious house.
Note 30, page 7, col. 2.
When lo! a sudden blast the vessel blew. The following stanzas are said to have been writ. In a lake surrounded with mountains, the agitaten on a blank leaf of this Poem. They present so tions are often violent and momentary. The winds affecting a reverse of the picture, that I cannot resist blow in gusts and eddies ; and the water no sooner the opportunity of introducing them here.
swells, than it subsides.See Bourn's Hist. of WestPleasures of Memory !-oh! supremely blest,
moreland. And justly proud beyond a Poet's praise :
Note 31, page 7, col. 2.
To what pure beings, in a nobler sphere.
The several degrees of angels may probably have
larger views, and some of them be endowed with Memory makes her influence known By sighs, and tears, and grief alone :
capacities able to retain together, and constantly set I greet her as the fiend, to whom belong
before them, as in one picture, all their post knowThe vulture's ravening beak, the raven's funeral song. ledge at once.-LOCKE.