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An object worthier of regard than he,
In the transition of that bitter hour!
Lost was she, lost ; nor could the Sufferer say
That in the act of preference he had been
Unjustly dealt with ; but the Maid was gone!
Had vanished from his prospects and desires;
Not by translation to the heavenly choir
Who have put off their mortal spoils-ah no!
She lives another's wishes to complete,-
'Joy be their lot, and happiness,' he cried,
His lot and hers, as misery must be mine!

Such was that strong concussion; but the Man, Who trembled, trunk and limbs, like some huge oak By a fierce tempest shaken, soon resumed The stedfast quiet natural to a mind Of composition gentle and sedate, And, in its movements, circumspect and slow. To books, and to the long-forsaken desk, O'er which enchained by science he had loved To bend, he stoutly re-addressed himself, Resolved to quell his pain, and search for truth With keener appetite (if that might be) And closer industry. Of what ensued Within the heart no outward sign appeared Till a betraying sickliness was seen To tinge his cheek; and through his frame it crept With slow mutation unconcealable; Such universal change as autumn makes In the fair body of a leafy grove Discoloured, then divested.

'Tis affirmed By poets skilled in nature's secret ways That Love will not submit to be controlled By mastery :—and the good Man lacked not friends Who strove to instil this truth into his mind, A mind in all heart-mysteries unversed. Go to the hills,' said one, remit a while

* This baneful diligence :-at early morn

Court the fresh air, explore the heaths and woods ; . And, leaving it to others to foretell, By calculations sage, the ebb and flow Of tides, and when the moon will be eclipsed, ‘Do you, for your own benefit, construct "A calendar of flowers, plucked as they blow "Where health abides, and cheerfulness, and peace.' The attempt was made ;-'tis needless to report How hopelessly ; but innocence is strong, And an entire simplicity of mind A thing most sacred in the eye of Heaven; That opens, for such sufferers, relief Within the soul, fountains of grace divine; And doth commend their weakness and disease To Nature's care, assisted in her office By all the elements that round her wait To generate, to preserve, and to restore ; And by her beautiful array of forms Shedding sweet influence from above; or pure Delight exhaling from the ground they tread.”

“Impute it not to impatience, if," exclaimed The Wanderer, “I infer that he was healed By perseverance in the course prescribed.”

“ You do not err: the powers, that had been lost By slow degrees, were gradually regained ; The fluttering nerves composed; the beating heart In rest established ; and the jarring thoughts To harmony restored.—But yon dark mould Will cover him, in the fulness of his strength, Hastily smitten by a fever's force; Yet not with stroke so sudden as refused Time to look back with tenderness on her Whom he had loved in passion; and to send Some farewell words—with one, but one, request; That, from his dying hand, she would accept

Of his possessions that which most he prized ;
A book, upon whose leaves some chosen plants,
By his own hand disposed with nicest care,
In undecaying beauty were preserved ;
Mute register, to him, of time and place
And various fluctuations in the breast;
To her, a monument of faithful love
Conquered, and in tranquillity retained !

Close to his destined habitation, lies One who achieved a humbler victory, Though marvellous in its kind. A place there is High in these mountains, that allured a band Of keen adventurers to unite their pains In search of precious ore: they tried, were foiledAnd all desisted, all, save him alone. He, taking counsel of his own clear thoughts, And trusting only to his own weak hands, Urged unremittingly the stubborn work, Unseconded, uncountenanced; then, as time Passed on, while still his lonely efforts found No recompense, derided ; and at length, By many pitied, as insane of mind; By others dreaded as the luckless thrall Of subterranean Spirits feeding hope By various mockery of sight and sound; Hope after hope, encouraged and destroyed. -But when the lord of seasons had matured The fruits of earth through space of twice ten years, The mountain's entrails offered to his view And trembling grasp the long-deferred reward. Not with more transport did Columbus greet A world, his rich discovery! But our Swain, A very hero till his point was gained, Proved all unable to support the weight Of prosperous fortune. On the fields he looked With an unsettled liberty of thought, Wishes and endless schemes ; by daylight walked

Giddy and restless ; ever and anon
Quaffed in his gratitude immoderate cups ;
And truly might be said to die of joy!
He vanished; but conspicuous to this day
The path remains that linked his cottage-door
To the mine's mouth; a long and slanting track,
Upon the rugged mountain's stony side,
Worn by his daily visits to and from
The darksome centre of a constant hope.
This vestige, neither force of beating rain,
Nor the vicissitudes of frost and thaw
Shall cause to fade, till ages pass away ;
And it is named, in memory of the event,

“Thou from whom
Man has his strength,"exclaimed the Wanderer, “oh!
Do thou direct it! To the virtuous grant
The penetrative eye which can perceive
In this blind world the guiding vein of hope;
That, like this Labourer, such may dig their way,
• Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified ;'
Grant to the wise his firmness of resolve !"

“ That prayer were not superfluous," said the

Priest, “ Amid the noblest relics, proudest dust, That Westminster, for Britain's glory, holds Within the bosom of her awful pile, Ambitiously collected. Yet the sigh, Which wafts that prayer to heaven, is due to all, Wherever laid, who living fell below Their virtue's humbler mark; a sigh of pain If to the opposite extreme they sank. How would you pity her who yonder rests ; Him, farther off; the pair, who here are laid ; But, above all, that mixture of earth's mould Whom sight of this green hillock to my mind Recals!

He lived not till his locks were nipped By seasonable frost of age ; nor died Before his temples, prematurely forced To mix the manly brown with silver grey, Gave obvious instance of the sad effect Produced, when thoughtless Folly hath usurped The natural crown that sage Experience wears. Gay, volatile, ingenious, quick to learn, And prompt to exhibit all that he possessed Or could perform ; a zealous actor, hired Into the troop of mirth, a soldier, sworn Into the lists of giddy enterpriseSuch was he; yet, as if within his frame Two several souls alternately had lodged, Two sets of manners could the Youth put on; And, fraught with antics as the Indian bird That writhes and chatters in her wiry cage, Was graceful, when it pleased him, smooth and still As the mute swan that floats adown the stream, Or, on the waters of the unruffled lake, Anchors her placid beauty. Not a leaf, That flutters on the bough, lighter than he ; And not a flower, that droops in the green shade, More winningly reserved! If ye enquire How such consummate elegance was bred Amid these wilds, this answer may suffice ; 'Twas Nature's will ; who sometimes undertakes, For the reproof of human vanity, Art to outstrip in her peculiar walk. Hence, for this Favourite-lavishly endowed With personal gifts, and bright instinctive wit, While both, embellishing each other, stood Yet farther recommended by the charm Of fine demeanour, and by dance and song, And skill in letters-every fancy shaped Fair expectations ; nor, when to the world's Capacious field forth went the Adventurer, there Were he and his attainments overlooked,

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