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familiarly acquainted with the Roman modes of life, and to inspire them with an inclination to follow the Roman fashions, and to enjoy Roman conveniences. In North America, travelling merchants from the settlements have done, and continue to do, much more towards civilizing the Indian natives than all the missionaries, Papist or Protestant, who have ever been sent among them."-Heron's Journey in Scotland.
Page 334.-Lost in unsearchable Eternity!
Since this paragraph was composed, I have read with much pleasure, in Burnet's "Theory of the Earth," a passage expressing corresponding sentiments, excited by objects of a similar nature.
Page 349.-Of Mississippi, or that northern stream.
"A man is supposed to improve by going out into the World, by visiting London. Artificial man does,-he extends with his sphere; but, alas! that sphere is microscopic; it is formed of minutiæ, and he surrenders his genuine vision to the artist, in order to embrace it in his ken. His bodily senses grow acute, even to barren and inhuman pruriency; while his mental become proportionally obtuse. The reverse is the man of mind. He who is placed in the sphere of nature and of God might be a mock at Tattersall's and Brooks's, and a sneer at St. James's; he would certainly be swallowed alive by the first Pizarro that crossed him. But when he walks along the river of Amazons, when he rests his eye on the unrivalled Andes, when he measures the long and watered Savannah, or contemplates, from a sudden promontory, the distant, vast Pacific, and feels himself a freeman in this vast theatre, and commanding each readyproduced fruit of this wilderness, and each progeny of this stream,-his exaltation is not less than imperial. He is as gentle, too, as he is great; his emotions of tenderness keep pace with his elevation of sentiment: for he says, 'These were made by a good Being, who, unsought by me, placed me here to enjoy them.' He becomes at once a child and a king. His mind is in himself; from hence he argues, and from hence he acts; and he argues unerringly, and acts magisterially: his mind in himself is also in his God; and therefore he loves, and therefore he soars."-From the notes upon "The Hurricane," a poem, by William Gilbert.
The reader, I am sure, will thank me for the above quotation, which, though from a strange book, is one of the finest passages of modern English prose.
Page 353.-'Tis by comparison, an easy task
See, upon this subject, Baxter's most interesting review of his own opinions and sentiments in the decline of life. It may be found (lately reprinted) in Dr. Wordsworth's "Ecclesiastical Biography."
Page 355.-Alas! the endowment of immortal power
Is matched unequally with custom, time, &c.
This subject is treated at length in the Ode-"Intimations of Immortality," p. 266.
Page 357.-Knowing the heart of man is set to be, &c.
The passage quoted from Daniel is taken from a poem addressed to the Lady Margaret, Countess of Cumberland, and the last two lines, printed in italics, are by him translated from Seneca. The whole poem is very beautiful.
Page 396.-And spires whose “silent finger points to heaven."
An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point, as with silent finger, to the sky and stars, and sometimes, when they reflect the brazen light of a rich though rainy sunset, appear like a pyramid of flame burning heavenward. See "The Friend," by S. T. Coleridge, No. 14, p. 223.
Page 440.-Perish tne roses and the flowers of kings.
The "transit gloria mundi" is finely expressed in the introduction to the foundation charters of some of the ancient abbeys. Some expressions here used are taken from that of the Abbey of St. Mary, Furness, the translation of which is as follows:
"Considering every day the uncertainty of life, that the roses and flowers of kings, emperors, and dukes, and the crowns and palms of all the great, wither and decay; and that all things, with an uninterrupted course, tend to dissolution and death: I therefore," &c.
In treating this subject, it was impossible not to recollect, with gratitude, the pleasing picture which, in his poem of "The Fleece," the excellent and amiable Dyer has given of the influences of manufacturing industry upon the face of this island. He wrote at a time when machinery was first beginning to be introduced, and his benevolent heart prompted him to augur from it nothing but good. Truth has compelled me to dwell upon the baneful effects arising out of an ill-regulated and excessive application of powers so admirable in themselves.
Page 459.-Binding herself by statute.
The discovery of Dr. Bell affords marvellous facilities for carrying this into effect; and it is impossible to over-rate the benefit which might accrue to humanity from the universal application of this simple engine under an enlightened and conscientious government.
THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE.
Page 471.-From Bolton's old monastic tower.
It is to be regretted that at the present day Bolton Abbey wants this ornament; but the poem, according to the imagination of the poet, is composed in Queen Elizabeth's time. "Formerly," says Dr. Whitaker, "over the transept was a tower." This is proved not only from the mention of bells at the dissolution, when they could have had no other place, but from the pointed roof of the choir, which must have terminated westward in some building of superior height to the ridge.
Page 471.-A rural chapel, neatly dressed.
"The nave of the church having been reserved at the dissolution for the use of the Saxon cure, is still a parochial chapel; and at this day is as well kept as the neatest English cathedral."
Page 471.-Who sate in the shade of the Prior's Oak.
"At a small distance from the great gateway stood the Prior's Oak, which was felled about the year 1720, and sold for £70. According to the price of wood at that time, it could scarcely have contained less than 1400 feet of timber."
Page 475.-When Lady Aäliza mourned.
The detail of this tradition may be found in Dr. Whitaker's book, and in the poem, "The Force of Prayer," p. 185.
Page 475.-Pass, pass who will, yon chantry door.
"At the east end of the north aisle of Bolton Priory Church is a chantry belonging to Bethmesly Hall, and a vault where, according to tradition, the Claphams (who inherited this estate, by the female line, from the Mauleverers) were interred upright." John de Clapham, of whom this ferocious act is recorded, was a name of great note in his time; "he was a vehement partisan of the house of Lancaster, in whom the spirit of his chieftains, the Cliffords, seemed to survive."
Page 476.-Who loved the shepherd lord to meet.
See note (p. 526) on Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle.
Page 482.--Ye watchmen upon Brancepeth towers.
Brancepeth Castle stands near the river Were, a few miles from the city of Durham. It formerly belonged to the Nevilles, Earls of Westmorland.
Page 487.- Of mitred Thurston, what a host
See the historians for the account of this memorable battle, usually denominated the Battle of the Standard.
Page 493.-An edifice of warlike frame
Stands single (Norton Tower its name).
It is so called to this day, and is thus described by Dr. Whitaker:"Rylstone Fell yet exhibits a monument of the old warfare between the Nortons and Cliffords. On a point of very high ground, commanding an immense prospect, and protected by two deep ravines, are the remains of a square tower, expressly said by Dodsworth to have been built by Richard Norton.
"But Norton Tower was probably a sort of pleasure-house in summer, as there are, adjoining to it, several large mcunds (two of them are pretty entire), of which no other account can be given than that they were butts for large companies of archers.
"The place is savagely wild, and admirably adapted to the uses of a watch-tower."
-Despoil and Desolation
O'er Rylstone's fair domain have blown.
"After the attainder of Richard Norton, his estates were forfeited to the crown, where they remained till the second or third of James; they were then granted to Francis, Earl of Cumberland."
Page 504.-In the deep fork of Amerdale.
"At the extremity of the parish of Burnsall, the valley of Wharf forks off into two great branches, one of which retains the name of Wharfdale, to the source of the river; the other is usually called Littondale, but more anciently and properly Amerdale. Dernbrook, which runs along an obscure valley from the north-west, is derived from a Teutonic word, signifying concealment."-Dr. Whitaker.
Page 505.-When the bells of Rylstone played
Their Sabbath music,“ God us ayde."
On one of the bells of Rylstone Church, which seems coeval with the building of the tower, is this cipher, J. . for John Norton, and the motto, "God us ayde.”
Page 506.-The grassy rock-encircled pound
Which is thus described by Dr. Whitaker:-"On the plain summit of the hill are the foundations of a strong wall, stretching from the southwest to the north-east corner of the tower, and to the edge of a very deep glen. From this glen, a ditch, several hundred yards long, runs south to another deep and rugged ravine. On the north and west, where the banks are very steep, no wall or mound is discoverable, paling being the only fence that could stand on such ground."
From the "Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border," it appears that such pounds for deer, sheep, &c., were far from being uncommon in the south of Scotland. The principle of them was something like that of a wire mouse-trap. On the declivity of a steep hill, the bottom and sides of which were fenced so as to be impassable, a wall was constructed nearly level with the surface on the outside, yet so high within, that without wings it was impossible to escape in the opposite direction. Care was probably taken that these enclosures should contain better feed than the neighbouring parks or forests; and whoever is acquainted with the habits of these sequacious animals, will easily conceive, that if the leader was once tempted to descend into the snare, a herd would follow.
I cannot conclude without recommending to the notice of all lovers of beautiful scenery, Bolton Abbey and its neighbourhood. This enchanting spot belongs to the Duke of Devonshire.