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– Yes, without me, up hills so high *T is vain to strive for mastery. Then grieve por, jolly Team! though tough The road we travel, steep and rouglı. Though Rydal-heights and Dupmail-raise, And all their fellow Banks and Braes, Full often make you stretch and strain, And halt for breath and halt again, Yet to their sturdiness 't is owing That side by side we still are going!
Astounded in the mountain gap
Meanwhile, uncertain what to do, And oftentimes compelled to balt, The horses cautiously pursue Their way, without mishap or fault; And now have reached that pile of stones, Heaped over brave King Dunmail's bones; He who had once supreme command, Last king of rocky Cumberland; Ilis bones, and those of all his Power, Slain here in a disastrous hour!
While Benjamin in earnest mood His meditations thus pursued, A storm, which had been smothered long, Was growiog inwardly more strong ; And, in its struggles 10 get free, Was busily employed as he. The thunder had begun to growlHe beard not, too intent of soul; The air was now without a breathle marked not that 't was still as death. But soon large drops upon his head Fell with the weight of drops of lead ;Ile starts-aod, at the admonition, Takes a survey of his condition. The road is black before his eyes, Glimmering fainuy where it lies; Black is the sky-and every hill, Up to the sky, is blacker still; A huge and melancholy room, Hung round and overbung with gloom! Save that above a single licight Is to be seen a lurid light, Above Helm-eragi--a streak half dead, A burning of portentous red; And, ocar thal lurid light, full well The Astrologen, sage Sydrophel, Where at his desk aod book le sits, Pazzling on high his curious wits ; He whose domain is held in common With no one but the ANCIENT WOMAN, Cowering beside her rifted cell; As if intent on magic spell ;Dread pair, that, spite of wind and weather, Sull sit upon Helm-crag together!
When, passing through this narrow strait, Stony, and dark, and desolate, Benjimin can faintly hear A voice that comes from some one near, A female voice:-“Whoe'er you be, Stop,» it exclaimed, « and pity me.» And, less in pily than in wonder, Amid the darkness and the thunder, The Waggoner, with prompt command, Summons his horses to a stand.
The voice, to move commiseration, Prolonged its earnest supplication« This storm that beats so furiouslyThis dreadful place! oh pity me!»
While this was said, with sobs between, And many tears, by one unseen; There came a flash-a startling clare, And all Seat-Sandal was laid bare! *T is not a time for nice suggestion, And Benjamin, without further question, Taking her for some way-worn rover, Said, « Mount, and get you under cover!»
Another voice, in tone as hoarse As a swoln brook with rugged course, Cried out, «Good brother, why so fast? I've had a glimpse of you-avast! Or, since it suits you to be civil, Takс her at once-for good and evil!»
The ASTROLOGER was not unseen By solitary Benjamin : But total darkness came anon, And he and every thing was gone. And suddenly a ruftling breeze, (That would have sounded through the trees Had aught of sylvan growth been there) Was felt throughout the region bare: The rain rushed down--the road was battered, As with the force of billows shattered; The horses are dismayed, nor know Whether they should stand or go ; And Benjamin is groping near them, Sees nothing, and can scarcely hear them. He is astounded, - wonder not, With such a charge in such a spot;
«It is my Husband,» softly said The Woman, as if half afraid: By this time she was soug within, Through hielp of honest Benjamin; She and her Babe, which to her breast With thankfulness the Mother pressed; And now the same strong voice more near Said cordially, « My Friend, what cheer? Rough doings these! as God's my judge, The sky owes somebody a grudge! We've had in half an hour or less A twelvemonth's terror and distress!»
"A mountain of Grasmere, the broken summit of which prosents two figures, full as distinctly shaped as that of the famous Cobbler, Bear Arracber, lo Scotland.
The Sailor gathers up his bed, Takes down the canvass overhead; And, after farewell to the place, A parting word--though not of grace, Pursues, with Ass and all his store, The way the Waggon went before.
« Blithe souls and lightsome hearts have we,
IF Wytheburn's modest House of Prayer,
Thence the sound-the light is there-
That 'l is the village Meray-nigúr! "A term well known in the North of England, and applied 10 rural Festivals where young persons meet in the evening for the purpose of dancing.
A steaming Bowl-a blazing fireWhat greater good can heart desire? "T were worth a wise man's while to try The utmost anger of the sky; To seek for thoughts of painful cast, If such bc the amends at last. Now, should you think I judge amiss, The Cherry Tree shows proof of this; For
soon, of all thic happy there,
With bowlin hand,
(It may not stand) Gladdest of the gladsome band, Amid their own delight and fun, They hear-when every dance is doneThey hear-when every fit is o'erThe fiddle's squeakı-that call to bliss, Ever followed by a kiss; They envy not the happy lot, But enjoy their own the more!
The Mastiff, from beneath the waggon,
gone.» Thus, afier two hours' hearty stay, Again behold them on their way!
While thus our jocund Travellers fare, Up springs the Sailor from his chairLimps (for I might bave told before That lie was lame) across the floorIs gone-returns-and with a prize? With wbat?-a Ship of lusty size; A gallant stately Man of War, Fixed on a sinoothly-sliding car. Surprise to all, but most surprise To Benjamin, wlio rubs his eyes, Not knowing that he had befriended A Man so gloriously attended!
- This,n cries the Sailor, « a Third-rate isStand back, and you shall see her gratis! This was the Flay-Ship at the Nile, The Vanguard-you may smirk and smile, But, pretty maid, if you look near, You 'll find you 've much in little liere! A nobler Slip did never swim, And you shall see her in full trim: I'll set, my Friends, to do you honour, Set every ioch of sail
her.» So said, so done; and masts, sails, yards, He games them all; and interlards His speech with uncouth terms of art, Accomplished in the Showman's part; And then, as from a sudden check, Cries out-u 'T is there, the Quarter-deck On which brave Admiral Nelson stoodA sight that would have roused your blood' One eye lie had, which, bright as ten, Burot like a fire among his men; Let this be Land, and that be Sea, Here lay the French-and thus came we!»
Rigur gladly had the horses stirred,
So, forth in dauntless mood they fare, And with them goes the guardian pair.
Hushed was by this the fiddle's sound, The Dancers all were gathered round, And, such the stillness of the house, You might have heard a nibbling mouse; While, borrowing belps where'er he may, The Sulor through the story runs Of Ships to Ships and guns to guas; And does his utmost to display The dismal conflict, and the might And terror of that wondrous night! • A Bowl, a Bowl of double measure, Cries Benjamin, «a draught of length, To Nelson, England's pride and treasure, ller bulwark and her tower of strength!” When Benjamin had seized the bowl,
Now, heroes, for the true commotion, The triumph of your late devotion! Can auglit on earth impede delight, Sull mounting to a higher height; And bigher still--a greedy flight! Can any low-born care pursue her, Can
any mortal clog come to her ? No notiou have they-not a thought, That is from joyless regions brought! And, while they coast the silent lake, Their inspiration I partake; Share their empyreal spirits-yea, With their enraptured vision, seeO fancy-what a jubilee! What shifting pictures-clad in gleams Of colour bright as feverish dreams! Earıh, spangled sky, and lake serene, lavolved and restless all-a scene Pregnant with mutual exaltation, Rich change, and multiplied creation!
' At the close of carb atrathspey, or jig, a particular pote from the dule summons the Rustic to be agreeable duty of salating his Partear.
This sight to me the Muse imports ;-
Forthwith, obedient to command
« Thy Wife and Child are snug and warm,
« Ay,» said the Tar, « through fair and foul But save us from yon screeching Owl!» That instant was begun a fray Which called their thoughts another way; The Mastiff, ill-conditioned carl! What must he do but growl and snarl, Still more and more dissatisfied With the meek comrade at his side? Till, not incensed, though put to proof, The Ass, uplifting a hind hoof, Salutes the Masuff on the head;
And so were better manners bred,
« Yon Screech-owl,» says the Sailor, turning
This explanation stilled the alarm, Cured the foreboder like a charm; This, and the manner, and the voice, Summoned the Sailor to rejoice; His heart is up-he fears no evil From life or death, from man or devil; He wheeled—and, making many stops, Brandished his crutch against the mountain tops; And, while he talked of blows and scars, Benjamin, among the stars, Bebeld a dancing—and a glancing; Such retreating and advancing As, I ween, was neyer seen In bloodiest battle since the days of Mars!
Taus they, with freaks of proud delight,
The crag of the ewe-lamb.
Along the smooth unpathway'd plain, By sheep track, or through cottage lane, Where no disturbance comes to intrude Upon the pensive solitude, Her unsuspecting eye, perchance, With the rude Shepherd's favour'd glance, Beholds the Faeries in array, Whose party-coloured garments gay The silent company betray; Red, green, and blue; a moment's sight! For Skiddaw-top with rosy light Is touchd--and all the band take figlit. -Fly also, Muse! and from the dell Mount to the ridge of Nathdale Fell; Theoce look thou forth o'er wood and lawn, Hoar with the frost-like dews of dawn; Across yon meadowy bottom look, Where close fogs hide their parent brook; And see, beyond that hamlet small, The ruin'd towers of Threlkeld-hall, Lurking in a double shade, By trees and lingering twilight made! There, at Blencathara's rugged feel, Sir Lancelot gave a safe retreat To noble Clifford; from annoy Cooccald the persecuted Boy, Well pleased in rustic garb to feed His flock, and pipe on Shepherd's reed; Among this multitude of bills, Crags, woodlands, waterfalls, and rills ; Which soon the morning shall enfold, From east to west, in ample vest Of massy gloom and radiance bold.
Or, by length of fasting roused,
Alas, what boots it?—who can hide
There he is-resolved to stop,
The mists, that o'er the Strcainlet's bed
They are drooping, weak, and dull; But the borses stretch and pull; With increasing vigour climb, Eager to repair lost time; Whether by their own desert, knowing there is cause for shame, They are labouring 10 avert At least a portion of the blame, Which full surely will alight Upon his head, whom, in despite Of all his faults they love the best; Whether for bim they are distress'd;