Was swoln into a noisy rivulet, Would Leonard then, when elder boys perhaps That God who made the great book of the world LEONARD. It may be then PRIEST. Never did worthier lads break English bread; Could never keep these boys away from church, The very night before he went away, In my own house I put into his hand A Bible, and I'd wager house and field LEONARD. It seems, these Brothers have not lived to be A comfort to each other PRIEST, That they might Live to such end, is what both old and young LEONARD. Then James still is left among you? PRIEST. 'Tis of the elder Brother I am speaking: To strive with such a torrent; when he died, The Estate and House were sold; and all their Sheep, A pretty flock, and which, for aught I know, Had clothed the Ewbanks for a thousand years :— And Leonard, chiefly for his Brother's sake, Twelve years are past since we had tidings from him. If there were one among us who had heard That Leonard Ewbank was come home again, From the great Gavel,1 down by Leeza's Banks, The day would be a very festival; And those two bells of ours, which there you see- Upon the Barbary Coast.-'Twas not a little Was sadly crossed-Poor Leonard! when we parted, LEONARD. If that day Should come, 't would needs be a glad day for him ; He would himself, no doubt, be happy then As any that should meet him PRIEST. Happy! Sir LEONARD. You said his kindred all were in their graves, And that he had one Brother 1 The Great Gavel, so called, I imagine, from its resemblance to the Gable end of a house, is one of the highest of the Cumberland mountains. It stands at the head of the several vales of Ennerdale, Wastdale, and Borrowdale. The Leeza is a river which flows into the Lake of Ennerdale: on issuing from the Lake, it changes its name, and is called the End, Eyne, or Enna. It falls into the sea a little below Egremont. PRIEST. That is but A fellow tale of sorrow. From his youth That, though he was not of a timid nature, Yet still the spirit of a Mountain Boy In him was somewhat checked; and, when his Brother Was gone to sea, and he was left alone, The little colour that he had was soon Stolen from his cheek; he drooped, and pined, and pined— LEONARD. But these are all the graves of full-grown men ! PRIEST. Ay, Sir, that passed away: we took him to us; He was the Child of all the dale-he lived Three months with one, and six months with another; And wanted neither food, nor clothes, nor love; And many, many happy days were his. But, whether blithe or sad, 'tis my belief His absent Brother still was at his heart. And, when he dwelt beneath our roof, we found (A practice till this time unknown to him) That often, rising from his bed at night, He in his sleep would walk about, and sleeping I judged you most unkindly. LEONARD. How did he die at last? But this Youth, A gushing from his heart, that took away The power of speech. Both left the spot in silence; This done, he went on shipboard, and is now |