To hear a stranger talking about strangers, Heaven bless you when you are among your kindred! Aye. You may turn that way-it is a grave 'Which will bear looking at. LEONARD. These boys, I hope They lov'd this good old Man PRIEST. They did-and truly; But that was what we almost overlook'd, The only kinsman near them in the house, Was distant three short miles, and in the time Crossing our roads at every hundred steps, Would Leonard then, when elder boys perhaps Remain'd at home, go staggering thro' the fords Bearing his Brother on his back-I've seen him On windy days, in one of those stray brooks, Aye, more than once I've seen him mid leg deep, Their two books lying both on a dry stone Upon the hither side; and once I said, --- As I remember, looking round these rocks And hills on which we all of us were born, That God who made the Great Book of the World: Would bless such Piety LEONARD. It may be then PRIEST. Never did worthier lads break English bread: The finest Sunday that the Autumn saw, With all its mealy clusters of ripe nuts, Could never keep these boys away from church, Or tempt them to an hour of Sabbath breach. Leonard and James! I warrant, every corner Among these rocks, and every hollow place Where foot could come, to one or both of them Was known as well as to the flowers that there. grew Like roe-bucks they went bounding o'er the hills: They play'd like two young ravens on the crags: Then they could write, aye and speak too, as well .17 As many of their betters and for Leonard! LEONARD. It seems, these brothers have not liv'd to be PRIEST. That they might Live to that end, is what both old and young 'Tis of the elder brother I am speaking: For the Boy loved the life which we lead here: A pretty flock, and which, for aught I know, If there was one among us who had heard That Leonard Ewbank was come home again, From the great Gavel,* down by Leeza's Banks, And down the Enna, far as Egremont, 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 follows 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. 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 He took me by the hand and said to me, LEONARD. If that day Should come, 'twould needs be a glad day for him; He would himself, no doubt, be as happy then You said his kindred all were in their And that he had one Brother graves, |