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And patient listening, thanks accept from me. Affections seated in the mother's breast,
And in the lover's fancy; and to feed
Counsel is given; contention they appease .
Tears wipe away, and pleasant tidings bring; Present themselves at once to all men's view:: Could the proud quest of chivalry do more?" Ye wish'd for act and circumstance, that make “ Happy,” rejoined the wanderer, “ they who The individual known and understood :
gain And such as my best judgment could select
A panegyric from your generous tongue !
Their purer service, in this realm at least,
Is past for ever. An inventive age And draws them forth-soliciting regard
Has wrought, if not with speed of magic, yet To this, and this, as worthier than the last, To most strange issues. I have lived to mark Till the spectator who a while was pleased
A new and unforeseen creation rise More than the exhibiter himself, becomes
From out the labours of a peaceful land, Weary and faint, and longs to be released. Wielding her potent enginery to frame But let us hence! my dwelling is in sight, And to produce, with appetite as keen And there--"
As that of war, which rests not night or day, At this the solitary shrunk
Industrious to destroy! With fruitless pains With backward will: but, wanting not address Might one like me now visit many a tract That inward motion to disguise, he said
Which, in his youth, he trod, and trod again, To his compatriot, smiling as he spake ;
A lone pedestrian with a scanty freight, “ The peaceable remains of this good knight Wish'd for, or welcome, wheresoe'er he came, Would be disturbed, I fear, with wrathful scorn, Among the tenantry of Thorpe and Ville ; If consciousness could reach him where he lies Or straggling burgh, of ancient charter proud, That one, albeit of these degenerate times, And dignified by battlements and towers Deploring changes past, or dreading change Of some stern castle, mouldering on the brow Foreseen, had dared to couple, e'en in thought, Of a green hill or bank of rugged stream. The fine vocation of the sword and lance
The footpath faintly mark'd, the horse-track wild With the gross aims and body-bending toil And formidable length of plashy lane, Of a poor brotherhood who walk the earth
(Prized avenues ere others had been shaped Pitied, and where they are not known, despised. Or easier links connecting place with place) Yet, by the good knight's leave, the two estates Have vanished,-swallow'd up by stately roads Are traced with some resemblance. Errant those, Easy and bold, that penetrate the gloom Exiles and wanderers--and the like are these ; Of Britain's farthest glens. The earth has lent Who with their burden, traverse hill and dale, Her waters, air her breezes ;* and the sail Carrying relief for nature's simple wants.
Of traffic glides with ceaseless interchange, What though no higher recompense they seek
Glistening along the low and woody dale, Than honest maintenance, by irksome toil
Or on the naked mountain's lofty side. Full oft procured, yet such may claim respect, Meanwhile, at social industry's command, Among th' intelligent, for what this course
How quick, how vast an increase! From the germ Enables them to be, and to perform.
Of some poor hamlet, rapidly produced Their tardy steps give leisure to observe,
Here a huge town, continuous and compact, While solitude permits the mind to feel;
Hiding the face of earth for leagues—and there, Instructs and prompts her to supply defects Where not a habitation stood before, By the division of her inward self,
Abodes of men irregularly mass'd For grateful converse ; and to these poor men Like trees in forest,--spread through spacious (As I have heard you boast with honest pride)
tracts Nature is bountiful, where'er they go ;
O'er which the smoke of unremitting fires
And wheresoe'er the traveller turns his steps, Conciliatory manners and smooth speech;
He sees the barren wilderness erased, Such have been, and still are in their degree,
* In treating this subject, it was impossible not to reExamples efficacious to refine
collect, with gratitude, the pleasing picture, which, in his Rude intercourse : apt agents to expel,
poem of the Fleece, the excellent and amiable Dyer has By importation of unlook’d-for arts,
given of the influences of manufacturing industry upon Barbarian torpor, and blind prejudice;
the face of this island. He wrote at a time when machiRaising, through just gradation, savage life
nery was first beginning to be introduced, and his beneTo rustic, and the rustic to urbane.
volent heart prompted him to augur from it nothing but
good. Truth has compelled me to dwell upon the ba ne. Within their moving magazines is lodged
sul effects arising out of an ill-regulated and excessive Power that comes forth to quicken and exalt
| application of powers so admirable in themsel ves
Or disappearing; triumph that proclaims | That there should pass a moment of the year, How much the mild directress of the plough When in their land th’ Almighty's service ceased. Owes to alliance with these new-born arts !
“ Triumph who will in these profaner rites Hence is the wide sea peopled,-hence the shores Which we, a generation self-extollid, Of Britain are resorted to by ships
As zealously perform ! I cannot share
His proud complacency ; yet I exult,
O'er the blind elements ; a purpose given,
A perseverance fed ; almost a soul Which, through her inland regions, to and fro Imparted to brute matter. I rejoice, Pass with the respirations of the tide,
Measuring the force of those gigantic powers, Perpetual, multitudinous ! Finally,
That by the thinking mind have been compellid Hence a dread arm of floating power, a voice To serve the will of feeble-bodied man. Of thunder daunting those who would approach For with the sense of admiration blends With hostile purposes, the blessed isle,
The animating hope that time may come Truth's consecrated residence, the seat
When strengthen'd, yet not dazzled, by the might Impregnable of liberty and peace.
Of this dominion over nature gain’d, “And yet, О happy pastor of a flock
Men of all lands shall exercise the same Faithfully watch'd, and, by that loving care
In due proportion to their country's need; And Heaven's good providence, preserved from Learning, though late, that all true glory rests, taint!
All praise, all safety, and all happiness,
Palmyra, central in the desert, fell;
And the arts died by which they had been raised. Yea, to avenge her violated rights,
Call Archimedes from his buried tomb For England's bane. When soothing darkness Upon the plain of vanish'd Syracuse, spreads
And feelingly the sage shall make report
Those arts, and high inventions, if unpropp'd Glitter-but undisturbing, undisturb'd ;
By virtue. He with sighs of pensive grief, As if their silent company were charged
Amid his calm abstractions, would admit With peaceful admonitions for the heart
That not the slender privilege is theirs Of all be holding man, earth's thoughtful lord; To save themselves from blank forgetfulness !” Then, in full many a region, once like this
When from the wanderer's lips these words bad Th’assured domain of calm simplicity
fall'n, And pensive quiet, an unnatural light
I said, “ And, did in truth these vaunted arts Prepared for never-resting labour's eyes,
Possess such privilege, how could we escape
And would preserve as things above all price, Of harsher import than the curfew-knoll
The old domestic morals of the land,
That dignified and cheer'd a low estate?
0! where is now the character of peace, And, as they issue from th' illumined pile,
Sobriety, and order, and chaste love,
That made the very thought of country life
A thought of refuge, for a mind detain'd Among the rocks below. Men, maidens, youths, Reluctantly amid the bustling crowd? Mother and little children, boys and girls,
Where now the beauty of the Sabbath kept Enter, and each the wonted task resumes
With conscientious reverence, as a day Within this temple, where is offer'd up
By the almighty Lawgiver pronounced To gain—the master idol of the realm
Holy and blest? and where the winning grace Perpetual sacrifice. E'en thus of old
Of all the lighter ornaments attach'd Our ancestors within the still domain
To time and season, as the year roll'd round?” Of vast cathedral or conventual church,
“ Fled !" was the wanderer's passionate reTheir vigils kept : where tapers day and night
sponse, On the dim altar burn'd continually,
“ Fled utterly ! or only to be traced In token that the house was evermore
In a few fortunate retreats like this; Watching to God. Religious men were they ; Which I behold with trembling, when I think Nor would their reason, tutor’d to aspire
What lamentable change, a year--a monthAbove this transitory world, allow
| May bring; that brook converting as it runs
Into an instrument of deadly bane For those, who, yet untempted to forsake The simple occupations of their sires, Drink the pure water of its innocent stream With lip almost as pure. Domestic bliss, (Or call it comfort, by a humbler name,) How art thou blighted for the poor man's heart; Lo! in such neighbourhood, from morn to eve, The habitations empty! or perchance The mother left alone, no helping hand To rock the cradle of her peevish babe ; No daughters round her busy at the wheel, Or in despatch of each day's little growth Of household occupation; no nice arts Of needle-work; no bustle at the fire, Where once the dinner was prepared with pride ; Nothing to speed the day, or cheer the mind; Nothing to praise, to teach, or to command; The father, if perchance he still retain His old employments, goes to field or wood, No longer led or followed by the sons ; Idlers perchance they were, but in his sight; Breathing fresh air, and treading the green earth; Till their short holyday of childhood ceased, Ne'er to return! That birthright now is lost. Economists will tell you that the state Thrives by the forfeiture,-unfeeling thought, And false as monstrous ! Can the mother thrive By the destruction of her innocent sons ? In whom a premature necessity Blocks out the forms of nature, preconsumes The reason, famishes the heart, shuts up The infant being in itself, and makes Its very spring a season of decay ! The lot is wretched, the condition sad, Whether a pining discontent survive, And thirst for change; or habit hath subdued The soul deprest, dejected-even to love Of her dull tasks, and close captivity. 0, banish far such wisdom as condemns A native Briton to these inward chains, Fix'd in his soul, so early and so deep, Without his own consent, or knowledge, fix'd ! He is a slave to whom release comes not, And cannot come. The boy, where'er he turns, Is still a prisoner; when the wind is up Among the clouds and in the ancient woods; Or when the sun is shining in the east, Quiet and calm. Behold him, in the school Of his attainments ? no; but with the air Fanning his temples under heaven's blue arch. His raiment whiten'd o'er with cotton flakes, Or locks of wool, announces whence he comes. Creeping his gait and cowering, his lip pale, His respiration quick and audible ; And scarcely could you fancy that a gleam From out those languid eyes could break, or blush Mantle upon his cheek. Is this the form, Is that the countenance, and such the port, Of no mean being? One who should be clothed With dignity befitting his proud hope; Who, in his very childhood, should appear Sublime, from present purity and joy? The limbs increase, but liberty of mind Is gone for ever; this organic frame, So joyful in her motions, is become
Dull, to the joy of her own motions dead;
“Hope is none for him!”
Yet walk'd beneath the sun, in human shape, | As abject, as degraded ? At this day, Who shall enumerate the crazy huts And tottering hovels, whence do issue forth A ragged offspring, with their own blanch'd hair Crown'd like the image of fantastic fear; Or wearing, we might say, in that white growth An ill-adjusted turban, for defence Or fierceness, wreathed around their sunburnt
brows, By savage nature's unassisted care. Naked, and coloured like the soil, the feet On which they stand; as if thereby they drew Some nourishment, as trees do by their roots, From earth the common mother of us all. Figure and mien, complexion and attire, Are leagued to strike dismay, but outstretch'd hand And whining voice denote them supplicants For the least boon that pity can bestow. Such on the breast of darksome heaths are found : And with their parents dwell upon the skirts Of furze-clad commons; such are born and rear'd At the mine's mouth, beneath impending rocks, Or in the chambers of some natural cave; And where their ancestors erected buts, For the convenience of unlawful gain, In forest purlieus; and the like are bred, All England through, where nooks and slips of
ground, Purloin'd, in times less jealous than our own, From the green margin of the public way, A residence afford them, 'mid the bloom And gayety of cultivated fields. Such (we will hope the lowest in the scale) Do I remember oft-times to have seen 'Mid Buxton's dreary heights. Upon the watch, Till the swift vehicle approach, they stand; Then, following closely with the cloud of dust, An uncouth feat exhibit, and are gone Heels over head, like tumblers on a stage. Up from the ground they snatch the copper coin, And, on the freight of merry passengers Fixing a steady eye, maintain their speed; And spin-and pant-and overhead again, Wild pursuivants! until their breath is lost,
Or bounty tires, and every face that smiled With pure cerulean gravel from the heights Encouragement, hath ceased to look that way. Fetch'd by the neighbouring brook. Across the vale But, like the vagrants of the gipsy tribe,
The stately fence accompanied our steps ; These, bred to little pleasure in themselves, And thus the pathway, by perennial green Are profitless to others. Turn we then
Guarded and graced, seemed fashion'd to unite, To Britons born and bred within the pale
As by a beautiful yet solemn chain, Of civil polity, and early train'd
The pastor's mansion with the house of prayer. To earn, by wholesome labour in the field,
Like image of solemnity, conjoin'd The bread they eat. A sample should I give With feminine allurement sost and fair, Of what this stock produces to enrich
The mansion's self display'd; a reverend pile The tender age of life, ye would exclaim,
With bold projections and recesses deep; • Is this the whistling ploughboy whose shrill notes Shadowy, yet gay and lightsome as it stood Impart new gladness to the morning air !"
Fronting the noontide sun. We paused t'admire Forgive me if I venture to suspect
The pillard porch, elaborately emboss'd ; That many, sweet to hear of in soft verse,
The low wide windows with their mullions old; Are of no finer frame: his joints are stiil;
The cornice richly fretted, of grey stone ; Beneath a cumbrous frock, that to the knees And that smooth slope from which the dwelling Invests the thriving churl, his legs appear,
rose, Fellows to those that lustily upheld
By beds and banks Arcadian of gay flowers The wooden stools for everlasting use,
And lowering shrubs, protected and adorn'd; Whereon our fathers sate. And mark his brow! Profusion bright! and every flower assuming Under whose shaggy canopy are set
A more than natural vividness of hue, Two eyes, not dim, but of a healthy stare ; From unaffected contrast with the gloom Wide, sluggish, blank, and ignorant, and strange ; Of sober cypress, and the darker foil Proclaiming boldly that they never drew
Of yew, in which survived some traces, here
Not unbecoming, of grotesque device
Rose the slim ash and massy sycamore,
The huge round chimneys, harbour of delight Shall e'er dissolve the crust wherein his soul For wren and redbreast, where they sit and sing Sleeps, like a caterpillar sheath'd in ice ?
Their slender ditties when the trees are bare. This torpor is no pitiable work
Nor must I leave untouch'd (the picture else Of modern ingenuity ; no town
Were incomplete) a relique of old times Nor crowded city may be tax'd with aught
Happily spared, a little gothic niche Of sottish vice or desperate breach of law
Of nicest workmanship: that once had held
The sculptured image of some patron saint,
But lo! where from the rocky garden mount
The wanderer ever welcome! A prompt kiss In brief, what liberty of mind is here ?"
The gladsome child bestows at his request;
We enter, by the lady of the place
Whose visitation had not wholly spared
The finer lineaments of form and face ; We followed, taking as he led, a path
To that complexion brought which prudence trusts Along a hedge of hollies, dark and tall, Whose flexile boughs, descending with a weight | And wisdom loves. But when a stately ship Of leafy spray, conceal'd the stems and roots | Sails in smooth weather by the placid coast That gave them nourishment. When frosty winds On homeward voyage, what, if wind and wave, Howl from the north, what kindly warmth, me- | And hardship undergone in various climes, thought,
Have caused her to abate the virgin pride, Is here, how grateful this impervious screen ; And that full trim of inexperienced hope Not shaped by simple wearing of the foot
With which she left her haven, not for this, On rural business passing to and fro
Should the sun strike her, and the impartial breeze Was the commodious walk; a careful hand Play on her streamers, fails she to assume Had mark'd the line, and strewn the surface o'er | Brightness and touching beauty of her own,
That charm all eyes. So bright, so fair, appear'd | To the still lake, whose stillness is to sight
But to what object shall the lovely girl
Here, resting in cool shelter, we beguiled Upite the graceful qualities of both,
E'en as she shares the pride and joy of both.
My gray-hair'd friend was moved: bis vivid eye Passing, as accident or fancy led,
Glisten’d with tenderness; his mind, I knew, Or courtesy prescribed. While question rose Was full; and had, I doubted not, return'd, And answer flow'd, the fetters of reserve
Upon this impulse, to the theme-erewhile Dropping from every mind, the solitary
Abruptly broken off. The ruddy boys Resumed the manners of his happier days; Withdrew, on summons, to their well-earn'd meal; And, in the various conversation, bore
And he, (to whom all tongues resign'd their rights A willing, nay, at times, a forward part:
With willingness, to whom the general ear Yet with the grace of one who in the world Listend with readier patience than to strain Had learn'd the art of pleasing, and had now Of music, lute or harp,- a long delight Occasion given him to display his skill,
That ceased not when his voice had ceased,) as one Upon the steadfast vantage-ground of truth. Who from truth's central point serenely views He gazed with admiration unsuppress'd
The compass of his argument--began
Mildly, and with a clear and steady tone.
DISCOURSE OF THE WANDERER, AND AN Not, doubtless, without help of female taste
EVENING VISIT TO THE LAKE. And female care. “A blessed lot is yours !"
ARGUMENT. The words escaped his lip with a tender sigh
Wanderer asserts that an active principle pervades the Breathed over them; but suddenly the door
universe. Ils noblest seat the human soul. How lively Flew open, and a pair of lusty boys
this principle is in childhood. Hence the delight in Appear'a, confusion checking their delight.
old age of looking back upon childhood. The dignity, Not brothers they in feature or attire,
powers, and privileges of age asserted. These not to But fond companions, so I guess'd, in field,
be looked for generally but under a just government.
Right of a human creature to be exempt from being And by the river's margin, whence they come,
considered as a mere instrument. Vicious inclinations Anglers elated with unusual spoil.
are best kept under by giving good ones an opportunity One bears a willow pannier on his back,
Lo show themselves. The condition of multitudes deThe boy of plainer garb, whose blush survives plored, from want of due respect to this truth on the More deeply tinged. Twin might the other be
part of their superiors in society. Former conversation
recurred to, and the wanderer's opinions set in a clearer To that fair girl who from the garden mount
light. Genuine principles of equality.. Truth placed Bounded-triumphant entry this for him!
within reach of the humblest. Happy state of the two Between his hands he holds a smooth blue stone, boys again adverted to Earnest wish expressed for a On whose capacious surface see outspread
system of national education established universally Large store of gleaming crimson-spotted trouts;
by government. Glorious effects of this foretold. Wan.
derer breaks off. Walk to the lake. Embark. DeRanged side by side, and lessening by degrees
scription of scenery and amusements. Grand spectacle Up to the dwarf that tops the pinnacle.
from the side of a hill. Address of priest to the Supreme Upon the board he lays the sky-blue stone
Being; in the course of which he contrasts with ancient With its rich freight:--their number he proclaims; barbarism the present appearance of the scene before Tells from what pool the noblest had been dragg'd;
him. The change ascribed to Christianity. Apostrophe
to his flock, living and dead. Gratitude to the AlAnd where the very monarch of the brook,
mighty. Return over the lake. Parting with the soli. After long struggle, had escaped at last-
tary. Under what circumstances. Stealing alternately at them and us (As doth his comrade too) a look of pride;
“ To every form of being is assign'd," And, verily, the silent creatures made
Thus calmly spake the venerable sage, A splendid sight, together thus exposed;
“An active principle:-howe'er removed
Of azure heaven, the unenduring clouds,
Beyond itself, communicating good
No chasm, no solitude; from link to link
It circulates, the soul of all the worlds.