The wealthy, the luxurious, by the stress Mount slowly, sun! that we may journey long, Prompt answer; they proclaim the annual Wake,* Casement, and cottage-roof, and stems of trees. Said I," The music and the sprightly scene 1814. * At Chapel Stile the villagers of Langdale are seen at their annual Fair. Miss Wordsworth thus alludes to one of these rural Fairs in her Grasmere Journal: "Tuesday, September 2d, 1800. We walked to the Fair. There seemed very few people, and very few stalls, yet I believe there were many cakes, and much beer sold. It was a lovely moonlight night. The moonlight shone only on the village. It did not eclipse the village lights, and the sound of dancing and merriment came along the still air. I walked with Coleridge and William up the lane and by the church, and then lingered with Coleridge in the garden. See also the account of the "village merry-night," in The Waggoner (Vol. III. p. 89). -ED. + Lingmoor.-ED. Not one hour merely, but till evening's close, The turf of yon large pasture will be skimmed; To flow, when purposes are lightly changed? "In a spot that lies This brief communication shall suffice. Though now sojourning there, he, like myself, Sprang from a stock of lowly parentage Among the wilds of Scotland, in a tract Where many a sheltered and well-tended plant * Such grateful promises his youth displayed: And straight, incited by a curious mind Filled with vague hopes, he undertook the charge 2 Cheered by the Highland bagpipe, as they marched This office filling, yet by native power 3 And force of native inclination made Upon the humblest ground of social life, And, as he showed in study forward zeal, 1814. All helps were sought, all measures strained, that He, Might to the Ministry be called which done, Partly through lack of better hopes-and part In early life he undertook the charge and, by native power 1814. 1814. "Not long after we took up our abode at Grasmere, came to reside there, from what motive I either never knew or have forgotten, a Scotchman, a little past the middle of life, who had for many years been chaplain to a Highland regiment. He was in no respect, as far as I know, an interesting character, though in his appearance there was a good deal that attracted attention, as if he had been shattered in fortune, and not happy in mind. Of his quondam position I availed myself to connect with the 'Wanderer,' also a Scotchman, a character suitable to my purpose, the elements of which I drew from several persons with whom I had been connected, and who fell under my observation during frequent residences in London at the beginning of the French Revolution." (Fenwick note.)-Ed. An intellectual ruler in the haunts Of social vanity, he walked the world, Lax, buoyant-less a pastor with his flock Ambition to attempt, and skill to win. For this fair Bride, most rich in gifts of mind, Nor sparingly endowed with worldly wealth, His office he relinquished; and retired From the world's notice to a rural home. Youth's season yet with him was scarcely past, And she was in youth's prime. How free their love, How full their joy! Till, pitiable doom!1 In the short course of one undreaded year, Death blasted all. Death suddenly o'erthrew Two lovely Children-all that they possessed! The Mother followed-miserably bare The one Survivor stood; he wept, he prayed For his dismissal, day and night, compelled To hold communion with the grave, and face 1 1849. How full their joy, How free their love! nor did their love decay; 1814. How free their love, till all by death was blasted In one undreaded year, Death swept away Two lovely C. |