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Had moralized on this, and other truths Of kindred import, pleased and satisfied Was forced to vent his wisdom with a sigh Heaved from the heart in fortune's bitterness, When he had crushed a plentiful estate By ruinous contest, to obtain a seat In Britain's senate. Fruitless was the attempt. And while the uproar of that desperate strife Continued yet to vibrate on his ear, The vanquished Whig, under a borrowed naine, (For the mere sound and echo of his own Haunted him with sensations of disgust That he was glad to lose,) slunk from the world To the deep shade of those untravelled Wilds; In which the Scottish Laird had long possessed An undisturbed abode. Here, then, they met, Two doughty champions; flaming Jacobite And sullen Hanoverian! You might think That losses and vexations less severe Than those which they had severally sustained Would have inclined each to abate his zeal For his ungrateful cause ; no, I have heard My reverend Father tell, that, ’mid the calm Of that small town encountering thus, they filled, Daily, its bowling-green with harmless strife ; Plagued with uncharitable thoughts the church ; And vexed the market-place. But in the breasts 1)f these opponents gradually was wrought, With little change of general sentiment, Such leaning towards each other, that their daya
By choice were spent in constant fellowship; And if, at times, they fretted with the yoke, Those very bickerings made them love it more.
"A favorite boundary to their lengthened walks This churchyard was. And, whether they hail
Treading their path in sympathy and linked
“ There live who yet remember here to have seen Their courtly figures, seated on the stump Of an old yew, their favorite resting-place. But as the remnant of the long-lived tree Was disappearing by a swift decay, They, with joint care, determined to erect, Upon its site, a dial, that might stand For public use preserved, and thus survive
As their own private monument: for this
“Smooth verse, inspired by no unlettered Musc," Exclaimed the Sceptic, “and the strain of thoughi Accords with nature's language ;- the soft voice Of yon white torrent falling down the rocks Speaks, less distinctly, to the same effect. If, then, their blended influence be not lost
Upon our hearts, not wholly lost, I grant,
race, And the dark sorrows of the line of Thebes ? Fictions in form, but in their substance truths, Tremendous truths ! familiar to the men Of long past times, nor obsolete in ours. Exchange the shepherd's frock of native gray For robes with regal purple tinged ; convert The crook into a sceptre; give the pomp Of circumstance; and here the tragic Muse Shall find apt subjects for her highest art. Amid the groves, under the shadowy hills, The generations are prepared ; the pangs, The internal pangs, are ready; the dread strife Of poor humanity's afflicted will Struggling in vain in ruthless destiny."
6 Though,” said the Priest in answer, “these be
terms Which a divine philosophy rejects, We, whose established and unfailing trust Is in controlling Providence, admit That, through all stations, human life abounds With mysteries ; for, if Faith were left untried, How could the might that lurks within her then Be shown? her glorious excellence, that ranks Among the first of Powers and Virtues, proved ? Our system is not fashioned to preclude That sympathy which you for others ask ; And I could tell, not travelling for my
theme Beyond these humble graves, of grievous crimes And strange disasters ; but I pass
them by, Loth to disturb what Heaven hath hushed in peace.
Still less, far less, am I inclined to treat Of Man degraded in his Maker's sight By the deformities of brutish vice : For, in such portraits, though a vulgar face And a coarse outside of repulsive life And unaffecting manners might at once Be recognized by all — " " Ah! do not think,” The Wanderer somewhat eagerly exclaimed, “ Wish could be ours that you, for such poor gain, (Gain shall I call it? --- gain of what?--for whom?) Should breathe a word tending to violate Your own pure spirit. Not a step we look for In slight of that forbearance and reserve Which common human-heartedness inspires,