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more easy for pacing to and fro, when old age began to make him feel the acclivity of the other terrace to be toilsome. Both these terraces command beautiful views of the vale of the Rothay, and the banks of the lake of Windermere.

The ascending terrace leads to an arbour lined with fir-cones, from which, passing onward, on opening the latched door, we have a view of the lower end of RYDAL LAKE, and of the long, wooded, and rocky hill of Loughrigg, beyond and above it. Close to this arbour-door is a beautiful sycamore, with five fine Scotch firs in the foreground, and a deep bay of wood, to the left and front, of oak, ash, holly, hazel, fir, and birch. The terrace path here winds gently off to the right, and becomes what was called by the Poet and his household the “ Far TERRACE, on the mountain's side:”.

To I. F.
“ The star which comes at close of day to shine

More heavenly bright than when it leads the morn,
Is Friendship’s emblem *, whether the forlorn
She visiteth, or, shedding light benign
Through shades that solemnise Life's calm decline,
Doth make the happy happier. This have we
Learnt, Isabel, from thy society,
Which now we too unwillingly resign
Though for brief absence. But farewell! the page
Glimmers before my sight through thankful tears,
Such as start forth, not seldom, to approve
Our truth, when we, old yet unchill’d by age,
Call thee, though known but for a few fleet years,
The heart-affianced sister of our love!

“ WILLIAM WORDSWORTU. Rydal Mount, Feb. 1840.”

* Variation:

Bright is the star which comes at eve to shine
More heavenly bright than when it leads the morn.

And such is Friendship, whether the forlorn," &c. The MSS. Notes, so often referred to in the present Memoir, are due to this friend, who induced Mr. Wordsworth to dictate them ; and it is therefore to this friendship that posterity will owe the main part of its knowledge of the circumstances under which Mr. Wordsworth's Poems were composed.

In the present Memoir these Notes will be cited as “MSS. I. F.”

These MSS. Notes are now in the possession of Mr. Wordsworth's son-in-law, EDWARD QUILLINAN, Esq., to whose liberality I am indebted for the free use of them in the present Memoir.

“The Poet's hand first shaped it, and the steps
Of that same bard repeated to and fro,
At morn, at noon, and under moonlight skies,
Through the vicissitudes of many a year -

Forbad the weeds to creep o'er its grey line.”ı
Here he

“ scattered to the heedless winds The vocal raptures of fresh poesy;" and here he was often

“ locked In earnest converse with beloved friends." The “far terrace," after winding along in a serpentine line for about 150 feet, ends at a little gate, beyond which is a beautiful well of clear water, called " the Nab Well,” which was to the poet of Rydal a professed water-drinker ? — what the Bandusian fount was to the Sabine bard :

“ Thou hast cheered a simple board
With beverage pure as ever fixed the choice
Of hermit dubious where to scoop his cell,
Which Persian kings might envy." ;

I Vol. v. p. 61., Inscription ix. beginning

“ The massy ways,” &c. 2 See vol. v. p. 249., from Pref. to edit. of 1815. 3 From an unpublished poem “To the Nab Well," "composed

Returning to the arbour, we descend, by a narrow flight of stone steps, to the kitchen-garden, and, passing through it southward, we open a gate and enter a field, sloping down to the valley, and called, from its owner's name, “ Dora's field.” Not far on the right, on entering this field, is the stone bearing the inscription,

“ In these fair vales hath many a tree

At Wordsworth's suit been spared.'
And from the builder's hand, this stone,
For some rude beauty of its own,

Was rescued by the Bard." And the concluding lines will now be read with pathetic interest:

- So let it rest; and time will come,

When here the tender-hearted
May heave a gentle sigh for him,

As one of the departed.” 2 Near the same gate, we see a pollard oak, on the top of whose trunk may yet be discerned some leaves of the primrose which sheltered the wren's nest :

“she who planned the mossy lodge,

Mistrusting her evasive skill,
Had to a primrose looked for aid,

Her wishes to fulfil." 3 On the left of this gate we see another oak, and beneath it a pool, to which the gold and silver fish, once swimming in a vase in the library of the house, were transported for the enjoyment of greater freedom:

when a probability existed of our being obliged to quit Rydal Mount as a residence,” 1826. | Vol. v. p. 64., written 1830.

2 1830. 3 Vol. ii. p. 57., “A Wren's Nest.”

“ Removed in kindness from their glassy cell

To the fresh waters of a living well;
An elfin pool, so sheltered that its rest

No winds disturb." I The verses which were suggested by the various fortunes of the fish will here be remembered with pleasure. Passing the pool, and then turning to the right, we come to some stone steps leading down the slope ; and to the right, engraven on the rock, is the following inscription, allusive to the character of the descent: “Would'st thou be gathered to Christ's chosen flock,

Shun the broad way too easily explored,
And let thy path be hewn out of the Rock,

The living Rock of God's eternal Word.”.
We return from this field to the house. 3

| See vol. v. p. 10–12., “Gold and Silver Fishes in a Vase,” and “Liberty."

2 1838.

3 The following lines, descriptive of Rydal Mount, are from the pen of a person for whom Mr. Wordsworth entertained an affectionate regard. (See note to poem entitled “Liberty," vol. v. p. 16.)



(Published in the Literary Magnet for 1826.)
“ Low and white, yet scarcely seen

Are its walls for mantling green ;
Not a window lets in light
But through flowers clustering bright;
Not a glance may wander there,
But it falls on something fair ;
Garden choice, and fairy mound,
Only that no elves are found ;
Winding walk, and sheltered nook,
For student grave and graver book :
Or a birdlike bower, perchance,
Fit for maiden and romance.

It has been made familiar to many eyes by engravings, especially by one prefixed to the one-volume

Then, far off, a glorious sheen
Of wide and sunlit waters seen;
Hills that in the distance lie,
Blue and yielding as the sky;
And nearer, closing round the nest,
The home, of all the living crest,'
Other rocks and mountains stand,
Rugged, yet a guardian band,
Like those that did, in fable old,
Elysium from the world enfold.

companions meet
Thou shalt have in thy retreat :
One of long-tried love and truth,
Thine in age, as thine in youth ;
One whose locks of partial grey
Whisper somewhat of decay ;
Yet whose bright and beaming eye
Tells of more that cannot die.
Then a second form beyond,
Thine too, by another bond,
Sportive, tender, graceful, wild,
Scarcely woman, more than child,
One who doth thy heart entwine
Like the ever-clinging vine;
One to whom thou art a stay,
As the oak that, scarred and grey,
Standeth on, and standeth fast,
Strong and stately to the last.
Poet's lot like this hath been ;
Such, perchance, may I have seen ;
Or in fancy's fairy land,
Or in truth and near at hand :
If in fancy, then, forsooth,
Fancy had the force of truth ;
If, again, a truth it were,
Then was truth as fancy fair ;
But whichever it might be,
" 'Twas a Paradise to me.'

“ M. J. J."

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