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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 gravě 'Which will bear looking at.
These boys, I hope They lov'd this good old Man
They did—and truly; But that was what we almost overlook'd, They were such darlings of each other. For, Though from their cradles they had lived with
Walter, The only kinsman near them in the house, Yet he being old, they had much love to spare, And it all went into each other's hearts. Leonard, the elder by just eighteen months, Was two years taller; 'twas a joy to see, To hear, to meet them." From their house the
school Was distant three short miles, and in the time Of storm and thaw, when every water-course And unbridg'd stream, such as you may have
notic'd Crossing our roads at every hundred steps, Was swoln into a noisy rivulet,
Would Leonard then, when elder boys perhaps
Never did worthier lads break English bread:
there. Like ree-bucks they went bounding o'er the They play'd like two young ravens on the crags: Then they could write, age and speak too, as
well As many of their betters--and for Leonard ! The very night before he went away, 31 In my own house I put into his hand A Bible, and I'd wager twenty pounds, That, if he is alive, he has it yet.
That they might Live to that end, is what both old and young In this our valley all of us have wish'd, And what, for my part, I have often pray'd: But Leonard
For the Boy loved the life which we lead here:
sheep, A pretty flock, and which, for aught I know, Had clothed the Ewbanks for a thousand years. Well-all was gone, and they were destitute: And Leonard, chiefly for his brother's sake, Resolv'd to try his fortune on the seas. 'Tis now twelve years since we had tidings
from him. 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, VOL. II.
* 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,
If that day Should come, 'twould needs be a glad day for
He would himself, no doubt, be as happy then As
any that should meet him
graves, And that he had one Brother