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He ceased. Erelong the sun declining shot A slant and mellow radiance, which began To fall upon us, while, beneath the trees, We sat on that low bench : and now we felt, Admonished thus, the sweet hour coming on. A linnet warbled from those lofty elms, A thrush sang loud, and other melodies, At distance heard, peopled the milder air. The old Man rose, and, with a sprightly mien Of hopeful preparation, grasped his staff: Together casting then a farewell look Upon those silent walls, we left the shade ; And, ere the stars were visible, had reached A village inn, — our evening resting-place.
The Author describes his travels with the Wanderer, whose character is further illustrated. — Morning scene, and view of a Village Wake. — Wanderer's account of a Friend whom he purposes to visit. — View, from an eminence, of the Valley which his Friend had chosen for his retreat. — Sound of singing from below. – A Funeral Procession. – Descent into the Valley. — Observations drawn from the Wanderer at sight of a Book accidentally discovered in a recess in the Valley. – Meeting with the Wanderer's Friend, the Solitary. — Wanderer's description of the mode of Burial in this mountainous district. - Solitary contrasts with this, that of the individual carried a few minutes before from the Cottage. — The Cottage entered.
- Description of the Solitary's apartment. — Repast there. View, from the window, of two mountain summits; and the Solitary's description of the companionship they afford him.Account of the departed inmate of the Cottage. — Description of a grand spectacle upon the mountains, with its effect upon the Solitary's mind. - Leave the House.
In days of yore how fortunately fared