Who, in the bodily image, in the mind, In heart or soul, in station or pursuit, Did most resemble him. Degrees and ranks, Fraternities and orders-heaping high
New wealth upon the burthen of the old, And placing trust in privilege confirmed And re-confirmed—are scoffed at with a smile Of greedy foretaste, from the secret stand Of Desolation, aimed: to slow decline These yield, and these to sudden overthrow : Their virtue, service, happiness, and state Expire; and nature's pleasant robe of green, Humanity's appointed shroud, enwraps Their monuments and their memory. Of social nature changes evermore Her organs and her members with decay Restless, and restless generation, powers And functions dying and produced at need,— And by this law the mighty whole subsists: With an ascent and progress in the main ; Yet, oh! how disproportioned to the hopes And expectations of self-flattering minds !
"The courteous Knight, whose bones are here interred,
Lived in an age conspicuous as our own For strife and ferment in the minds of men ; Whence alteration in the forms of things, Various and vast. A memorable age! Which did to him assign a pensive lot— To linger 'mid the last of those bright clouds That, on the steady breeze of honour, sailed In long procession calm and beautiful. He who had seen his own bright order fade, And its devotion gradually decline, (While war, relinquishing the lance and shield, Her temper changed, and bowed to other laws) Had also witnessed, in his morn of life,
That violent commotion, which o'erthrew, In town and city and sequestered glen, Altar, and cross, and church of solemn roof, And old religious house-pile after pile; And shook their 1 tenants out into the fields, Like wild beasts without home!
But why no softening thought of gratitude, No just remembrance, scruple, or wise doubt? Benevolence is mild; nor borrows help,
Save at worst need, from bold impetuous force, Fitliest allied to anger and revenge.
But Human-kind rejoices in the might Of mutability; and airy hopes,
Dancing around her, hinder and disturb Those meditations of the soul that 2 feed
The retrospective virtues. Festive songs Break from the maddened nations at the sight Of sudden overthrow; and cold neglect
Is the sure consequence of slow decay.
'Even," said the Wanderer, "as that courteous Knight, Bound by his vow to labour for redress
Of all who suffer wrong, and to enact By sword and lance the law of gentleness, (If I may venture of myself to speak, Trusting that not incongruously I blend Low things with lofty) I too shall be doomed
To outlive the kindly use and fair esteem
Of the poor calling which my youth embraced With no unworthy prospect. But enough;
-Thoughts crowd upon me--and 'twere seemlier now To stop, and yield our gracious Teacher thanks
For the pathetic records which his voice
Hath here delivered; words of heartfelt truth, Tending to patience when affliction strikes ; To hope and love; to confident repose In God; and reverence for the dust of Man."
Pastor's apology and apprehensions1 that he might have detained his Auditors too long, with the Pastor's invitation to his house2-Solitary disinclined to comply-rallies the Wanderer -and playfully 3 draws a comparison between his itinerant profession and that of the Knight-errant-which leads to Wanderer's giving an account of changes in the Country from the manufacturing spirit-Favourable effects-The other side of the picture, and chiefly as it has affected the humbler classes-Wanderer asserts the hollowness of all national grandeur if unsupported by moral worth1—Physical science unable to support itself—Lamentations over an excess of manufacturing industry among the humbler Classes of Society-Picture of a Child employed in a Cotton-millIgnorance and degradation of Children among the agricul tural Population reviewed-Conversation broken off by a renewed Invitation from the Pastor-Path leading to his House-Its appearance described-His Daughter—His Wife -His Son (a Boy) enters with his Companion — Their happy appearance- The Wanderer how affected by the sight of them.
THE pensive Sceptic of the lonely vale
To those acknowledgments subscribed his own, With a sedate compliance, which the Priest Failed not to notice, inly pleased, and said :— "If ye, by whom invited I began
These narratives 1 of calm and humble life, Be satisfied, 'tis well,-the end is gained; And in return for sympathy bestowed
And patient listening, thanks accept from me. —Life, death, eternity! momentous themes Are they 2—and might demand a seraph's tongue, Were they not equal to their own support; And therefore no incompetence of mine Could do them wrong. The universal forms Of human nature, in a spot like this,
Present themselves at once to all men's view: Ye wished for act and circumstance, that make The individual known and understood; And such as my best judgment could select From what the place afforded, have been given ; Though apprehensions crossed me that my zeal To his might well be likened, who unlocks A cabinet stored with gems and pictures—draws His treasures forth, soliciting regard 3
To this, and this, as worthier than the last,
Though apprehensions crossed me, in the course Of this self-pleasing exercise, that Ye
Of some rare gems, or pictures finely wrought,
My zeal to his would liken, who, possessed
Unlocks his Cabinet, and draws them forth One after one,-soliciting regard
My zeal to his would liken, who unlocks
Till the spectator, who awhile was pleased More than the exhibitor himself, becomes Weary and faint, and longs to be released. -But let us hence! my dwelling is in sight, And there”
At this the Solitary shrunk
With backward will; but, wanting not address That inward motion to disguise, he said To his Compatriot, smiling as he spake ;
-“The peaceable remains of this good Knight Would be disturbed, I fear, with wrathful scorn, If consciousness could reach him where he lies That one, albeit of these degenerate times, Deploring changes past, or dreading change Foreseen, had dared to couple, even in thought, The fine vocation of the sword and lance With the gross aims and body-bending toil Of a poor brotherhood who walk the earth
Pitied, and, where they are not known, despised.
"Yet, by the good Knight's leave, the two estates Are graced with some resemblance. Errant those, 45 Exiles and wanderers-and the like are these ; Who, with their burthen, traverse hill and dale, Carrying relief for nature's simple wants. -What though no higher recompense be sought Than honest maintenance, by irksome toil Full oft procured, yet may they 2 claim respect,
A Cabinet with gems or pictures stored, And draws them forth-soliciting regard
Though apprehensions crossed me that my zeal To his might well be likened, who unlocks A Cabinet with gems or pictures stored, And draws them forth-soliciting regard 1 1836.
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