He would himself, no doubt, be happy then As that should meet him any Priest. Happy! Sir Leonard. You said his kindred all were in their graves, And that he had one Brother Priest. That is but A fellow-tale of sorrow. From his youth Yet still the spirit of a mountain-boy In him was somewhat checked; and when his Brother Was gone to sea, and he was left alone, The little color that he had was soon Stolen from his cheek; he dropped, and pined, and Leonard. But these are all the graves of fullgrown men ! Priest. Ay, Sir, that passed away: we took bim to us; He was the child of all the dale; - he lived Three months with one, and six months with another; And when he dwelt beneath our roof, we found (A practice till this time unknown to him) You are moved! Forgive me, Sir: before I spoke to you, Leonard. How did he die at last? Priest. But this Youth, One sweet May-morning (It will be twelve years since, when Spring returns) Through weariness, or, haply, to indulge The morning came, and still he was unheard of: The neighbors were alarmed, and to the brook Some hastened; some ran to the lake: ere noon They found him at the foot of that same rock, Dead, and with mangled limbs. The third day after, I buried him, poor Youth, and there he lies! Leonard. And that then is his grave! - Before his death You say that he saw many happy years? And all went well with him? Priest. If he had one, the youth' had twenty homes.. Leonard. And you believe, then, that his mind was easy? Priest. Yes, long before he died, he found that time Is a true friend to sorrow and unless His thoughts were turned on Leonard's luckless fortune, He talked about him with a cheerful love. Leonard. He could not come to an unhallowed end! Priest. Nay, God forbid! - You recollect I mentioned A habit which disquietude and grief Had brought upon him; and we all conjectured Had walked, and from the summit had fallen headlong: And so no doubt he perished. When the Youth The Stranger would have thanked him, but he felt gate, As the Priest lifted up the latch, turned round, It was not long ere Leonard reached a grove That overhung the road: he there stopped short, And, sitting down beneath the trees, reviewed All that the Priest had said: his early years Were with him: his long absence, cherished hopes, And thoughts which had been his an hour before, All pressed on him with such a weight, that now This vale, where he had been so happy, seemed A place in which he could not bear to live: So he relinquished all his purposes. He travelled back to Egremont: and thence, II. 1800. ARTEGAL AND ELIDURE. (SEE THE CHRONICLE OF GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH AND MILTON'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND. WHERE be the temples which, in Britain's isle, To fatal dissolution; and, I ween, No vestige then was left that such had ever been. Nathless, a British record (long concealed |