Of baby-houses, curiously arranged; Nor wanting ornament of walks between, And gardens interposed. Pleased with the sight, "Lo! what is here ?" and, stooping down, drew forth One of those petty structures. "His it must be !" From week to week,) I found to be a work In the French tongue, a Novel of Voltaire, 440 Exclaimed my Friend: "here then has been to him Within how deep a shelter! 1 1827. He had fits, Who, having entered, carelessly looked round, And now would have passed on; when I exclaimed, 1814. It may not be too trivial to note that, to this day, in the Cumberland and Westmoreland vales, one of the favourite games of children on the fell-sides near their cottages, is playing at mimic gardens and parterres, made out of fragments of broken pottery.-ED. Even to the last, of genuine tenderness, And loved the haunts of children: here, no doubt, Must by the cottage-children have been found:1 "Me," said I," most doth it surprise to find By this, the book was in the old Man's hand; And he continued, glancing on the leaves An eye of scorn:-" The lover," said he, "doomed 1 1827. ; here no doubt He sometimes played with them; and here hath sate Hath been forgotten in his careless way; Left here when he was occupied in mind; 1814. things; Nor, with the knowledge which my mind possessed, 1814. To love when hope hath failed him-whom no depth Of privacy is deep enough to hide, (Hath yet his bracelet or his lock of hair, And that is joy to him. When change of times Hath summoned kings to scaffolds, do but give A kerchief sprinkled with his master's blood, Must that Man have been left, who, hither driven, So speaking, on he went, and at the word Behold the Man whom he had fancied dead! I knew from his deportment, mien, and dress,2 * See Charles Lamb's remark in Note H, Appendix to this volume.—ED. + The flat ground on the more level part of the valley near Blea Tarn cottage.-ED. That it could be no other; a pale face, To soothe a Child, who walked beside him, weeping Are bearing him, my Little-one,” he said, "To the dark pit; but he will feel no pain; His body is at rest, his soul in heaven." More might have followed-but my honoured Friend Broke in upon the Speaker with a frank And cordial greeting.-Vivid was the light That flashed and sparkled from the other's eyes ;3 * Remained, nor sign of sickness on his face. Hands joined he with his Visitant, A tall and meagre person, in a garb a grasp, Glad was my Comrade now, though he at first, He was all fire: the sickness from his face 1814. 1814. 1814. 1814. Compare Resolution and Independence, Stanza 13 (Vol. II. p. 279). -ED. An eager grasp; and many moments' space- Had vanished, much was come and coming back—1 Which it had unexpectedly received, Upon his hollow cheek. "How kind," he said, "Nor could your coming have been better timed; The sun-burnt forehead of the weeping child- At any grave or solemn spectacle, Inly distressed or overpowered with awe, He knows not wherefore;—but the boy to-day, Must have sustained a loss."-" The hand of Death," He answered, "has been here; but could not well Have fallen more lightly, if it had not fallen Upon myself."-The other left these words He knows not why ;-but he, perchance, this day, Is shedding Orphan's tears; and you yourself 1814. |