In the School of is a Tablet, on which are inscribed, in gilt letters, the names of the several persons who have been Schoolmasters there since the foundation of the School, with the time at which they entered upon and quitted their office. Opposite one of those names the Author wrote the following lines. If Nature, for a favourite Child That every hour thy heart runs wild, Read o'er these lines; and then review This tablet, that thus humbly rears In such diversity of hue Its history of two hundred years. -When through this little wreck of fame, Has travelled down to Matthew's name, And, if a sleeping tear should wake, Which for himself he had not made. Poor Matthew, all his frolics o'er, Is silent as a standing pool; Far from the chimney's merry roar, And murmur of the village school. The sighs which Matthew heaved were sighs Were tears of light, the oil of gladness. Yet, sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up He felt with spirit so profound. -Thou soul of God's best earthly mould! Thou happy soul! and can it be That these two words of glittering gold Are all that must remain to thee? THE Two APRIL MORNINGS. We walked along, while bright and red Uprose the morning sun; And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said, "The will of God be done!" A village Schoolmaster was he, With hair of glittering gray; As blithe a man as you could see On a spring holiday. And on that morning, through the grass, And by the steaming rills, We travelled merrily, to pass A day among the hills. Then, from thy breast what thought, Beneath so beautiful a sun, So sad a sigh has brought?" A second time did Matthew stop; And fixing still his eye Upon the eastern mountain-top, To me he made reply: "Yon cloud with that long purple cleft Brings fresh into my mind A day like this which I have left "And just above yon slope of corn Such colours, and no other Were in the sky, that April morn, Of this the very brother. 4 |