things as trifles at best) told me with his usual good humour, the next time I saw him, that he had taken my plan to form the fragments of Shakspeare into a ballad of his own. He then read me his little cento, if I may so call it, and I highly approved it. Such petty anecdotes as these are scarce worth printing; and were it not for the busy disposition of some of your correspondents, the public should never have known that he owes me the hint of his ballad, or that I am obliged to his friendship and learning for communications of a much more important nature. I am, SIR Yours, &c. OLIVER GOLDSMITH. THE HERMIT. TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. "For here forlorn and lost I tread ; With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem length'ning as I go." "Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. D "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, "Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows; My rushy couch and frugal fare, "No flocks that range the valley free To slaughter I condemn : Taught by that Pow'r that pities me, "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; Soft as the dew from heav'n descends, His gentle accents fell : The modest stranger lowly bends, And follows to the cell. Far in a wilderness obscure, No stores beneath its humble thatch And now when busy crowds retire And spread his vegetable store, Around in sympathetic mirth But nothing could a charm impart His rising cares the hermit spied, "From better habitations spurn'd, "Alas! the joys that fortune brings And those who prize the paltry things, "And what is friendship but a name, "And love is still an emptier sound, For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush, And spurn the sex," he said: But while he spoke, a rising blush His love-lorn guest betray'd. |