rical, and philosophical narrative, and -disquisition-all broken off from either some fault in the subject chosen, or from a distrust in his own powers, till there seemed to him danger that life would pass away in mere listlessness. "Was it for this That one, the fairest of all rivers, loved That Nature breathes among the hills and groves, The scenery of the neighbourhood in which he was born, and that of the part of the country where his childhood and youth were passed, is faithfully described by him in the biographical poem, and with an effect which could not be attained in prosc. Prose, however, has also its proper province, and it is able to tell some things which verse, cast even in the humblest and most familiar mould, refuses to relate. Wordsworth was born at Cockermouth, in Cumberland, on the 7th of April, 1770. He was the second son of John Wordsworth, an attorney-law agent of the then Lord Lonsdale-and of Anne his wife. Anne Cookson was descended through the maternal line from a family which numbered among its members Richard Crackanthorpe, D.D., a learned divine of the days of James the First, whole books still are found in the lower shelves of public libraries, and some of which will probably reappear, if the study of the civil law should ever resume in these Prelude, Book I. countries its proper place, as a necessary part of a gentleman's education. He was born in a large mansion (the property of Lord Lonsdale) on the left hand side of the road as you enter Cockermouth from Workington. His birth-place is mentioned by him in two poems, composed in 1833, which assume the form of the sonnet, a form in which he was fond of casting his thoughts, and in which, where he expresses habitual feeling, his language is, to our minds, far more happy than in his blank verse, which, like Chalmers's prose, is apt to run into diffuse ness. Of Wordsworth's father we remember but one mention in his works, and that tells us nothing distinctive. He died in the year 1783, while the poet was still a schoolboy. He had supported his family by his professional income, and, except an unsettled account with Lord Lonsdale, he left his family little or nothing. His demand, amounting to several thousand pounds, was resisted, and remained unpaid during the life of the Earl, whose debt it was. It was paid, some nineteen years after the death of Wordsworth's father, by the late Lord Lonsdale. The early years of Wordsworth and his brother were years of anxiety, arising from straitened income. The traces of the first eight or nine years of his life are imperfect. His maternal grandparents lived at Penrith, and on his visits to them he was under the care of the "Dame" of Penrith. We have Wordsworth's own reference to her modes of teaching : "The old dame did not affect to make theologians or logicians, but she taught to read, and she practised the memory often, no doubt, by rote, but still the penalty was imposed. Something, perhaps, she explained, and left the rest to parents, to masters, and to the parson of the parish." Among the old dame's pupils, for, like Shenston's schoolmistress, she imprisoned within the same room, girls and boys, was Mary Hutchinson, the poet's future wife. At Cockermouth he was taught by the Rev. Mr. Gilbanks; and it is said that from early childhood his father accustomed him to repeat passages from Shakspere, Milton, and Spenser. In the "Pieces relating to Childhood," we have records of what he calls "a solemn image-his father's family." The language of these poems is often of a highly imaginative cast. It is of a man thinking for himself, speaking to himself, scarce conscious that he has an audience. The rainbow which he beholds in manhood is the same exulting, exhilarating image that it was in infancy-" the heart leaps up" as of old. In this poem it is that we have the expression, so often repeated, of "the boy is father of the man"-and the feelings in which he wishes his days to be united to each other, as if they were one; nothing to make one period of life discrepant from that which has gone before or that which is to follow. "The boy is father of the man, And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each in natural piety." The poem, "to a Butterfly," is still more beautiful; not more truthful, but is expressive of a truth more deli cate, less appreciated, but not less true: "Stay near me, do not take thy flight! A little longer stay in sight! Float near me! do not yet depart, "Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days, Upon the prey; with leaps and springs, There is another poem written in the same year with this last, which, in the editions of Wordsworth before us, is arranged with the poems founded on the affections. As this classification is Wordsworth's own, references to it ought to be preserved, but when a new edition of the poems is called for, we trust that they may be given to us, as far as possible, in chronological order, and without reference to a system which could not have been thought of when the poems were written, and which is certainly illogical, and, we think, for any purpose, useless. This other poem, to the Butterfly, is also one of great beauty. It began in the old editions"I've watched you now a full half hour"— language which seems to us truer to the thought intended to be expressed than that substituted in the edition of 1836: "I've watched you now a short half hour, I know not if you sleep or feed. What joy awaits you, when the breeze "This plot of orchard-ground is ours; Come often to us, fear no wrong; Sit near us on the bough! We'll talk of sunshine and of song; And summer days when we were young; The sister Emmeline of these poems was the poet's sister Dorothy. The death of Wordsworth's mother disconnected this brother and sister for a few years. "Dorothy Wordsworth was removed from Cockermouth to Penrith, the residence of her maternal grandfather; and eventually she was educated mainly at Halifax, under the care of her mother's cousin, Miss Threlkeld, afterwards married to W. Rawson, Esq., of Millhouse, near Halifax. She also resided occasionally with Dr. Cookson, Canon of Windsor, her maternal uncle, at Forncett, and at Windsor." On his mother's death the poet was sent to school at Hawkeshead, in Lancashire. Hawkeshead is a market-town in the vale of Esthwaite; its immediate vicinity is Windermere. This school was founded by Archbishop Sandys, in the year 1585. It consists of a school-room on the groundfloor, some chambers on the first floor, in one of which is a library and a tablet recording the masters' names in succession. To this school Wordsworth was sent before he was ten years old. The poem on Matthew the Village Schoolmaster had reference to one of these masters : "And can it be, That these two lines of glittering gold Are all that must remain of thee?" He Wordsworth's school-time must have been a time of great happiness. He appears to have enjoyed exuberant health and spirits, and the arrangements of the school secured happiness as far as it can be secured by any arrangements. The boys were boarded in the village and neighbouring hamlets at the houses of dames. During Wordsworth's time the Rev. William Taylor was one of the masters. died while Wordsworth was at the school, and he is the subject of many of Wordsworth's most beautiful poems, "The Fountain," " Matthew," "The Two April Meetings." These have been long familiar to Wordsworth's readers, and the later editions of his works have added to the poems of this class, which relate to Taylor, or " Matthew," as he is called in these verses. Taylor seems to have loved poetry; 66 over his tomb was inscribed, by his command, a stanza from Gray's "Elegy." The dame with whom Wordsworth lodged was Anne Tyson. Anne Tyson is also the subject of affectionate verse. He describes his return to Esthwaite from Cambridge in summer vacation -the delight with which he again beheld all that he had left some half year before, and the new aspect they assumed to him when seen in contrast to what had met his eye in the interval: "With another eye I saw the quiet woodman in the woods, This chiefly did I note, my gray-haired dame; Her talk, her business pleased me; and no less And made of it a pillow for her head."* In 1787, Wordsworth entered St. John's College, Cambridge. He came but ill-prepared by previous study for the place. It is not possible to think of Wordsworth as at any time an idler, but he was impatient of studies which were disregarded by all but a few. The attendance on college chapel exacted from the students was neglected by the fellows, and their disregard of the statutes made the devotional exercises seem to him but forms of hollow and profane hypocrisy-"he resented it as an affront to himself and to his fellow-students, as members of the academic body." His nephew tells us that his then feeling was a wish to suspend the daily service in these chapels, but that, in after years, his views changed on this subject. His own intellectual course was one entirely devious from that which his college I would direct. His last college vacation was passed among the Alps, and the week before he took his degree was spent in reading "Clarissa Prelude, p. 94. Harlowe." That there is some wisdom in regulated studies was, however, the result to which his mind came in its latter years. To one of his nephews, an undergraduate, he gave the advice, "Don't trouble yourself with reading modern authors at present, confine your attention to ancient classical writers; make yourself master of them, and then you will come down to us." To another he expressed anxiety that his son should seek university honours. In his biographical poem Wordsworth had told of the sort of companionship which he had created for himself, after the tumultuous time of boyish sports had passed, with mountains and streams, and all that in nature appears to assume something of personality. These enduring things aided him in apprehending a something permanent to which he sought to mould his character, and by which, as it seemed to him, his animal being was sobered down and subdued. When he first went to the university, his total distaste for the studies there pursued fostered in him the habit of solitary musing; but society and its demands grew on him. This can only be told in his own language, and, while we are on the subject, though nothing can be happier than occasional forms of expression, and though we are led on through the poem with a feeling of interest throughout, we cannot but feel that the style wants condensation; that parenthesis crowded on parenthesis, always in the thought, often in the expression, leaves the mind loaded and oppressed; that in short the poem ought to have been abridged by the omission of fully one-half of the verbiage of almost every passage in it. The fatal facility of the octosyllabic has been spoken of by a poet as a dangerous temptation. The never-ending continuity of blank verse "That flows, and, as it flows, for ever would flow on," is infinitely worse. Clarendon's prose, with its periods of half-a-mile, has strength and vigour in comparison; and your chance of a fact keeps attention watchful and engaged, whereas, with mere sentiments, there is fear of falling asleep. It is, we think, a thing, in its ultimate result, unfortu nate for Wordsworth's fame that he has written so much in blank verse. His rhymed poetry, and particularly in such poems as required him to pack up what he had in small parcels, is much more successful than when we have him in the character of the pedlar displaying his goods in full sunlight, and with unmeasured length of time and space before him. Still what we have let us enjoy, instead of fancying how it might be improved. On his passing to Cambridge, the poet tells us: "I had made a change In climate, and my nature's outward coat And, worst of all, a treasonable growth Of health, and hope, and beauty, all at once That miscellaneous garland of wild flowers It was a goodly prospect: for, in sooth, Though I had learnt betimes to stand unpropped, And independent musings pleased me so "Not seeking those who might participate My deeper pleasures (nay, I had not once, Though not unused to mutter lonesome songs, Even with myself divided such delight, Or looked that way for aught that might be clothed In human language), easily I passed sun Could never penetrate, yet did there not Want store of leafy arbours where the light Might enter in at will. Companionships, Friendships, acquaintances, were welcome all. We sauntered, played, or rioted; we talked Unprofitable talk at morning hours; Drifted about along the streets and walls, Read lazily in trivial books, went forth The feeling that he was in a scene hallowed by great names, was, however, one that pressed strongly on his mind. His mind, like theirs, whatever its individual power and range, was subdued by the spirit of the place. "I could not always lightly pass Through the same gateways, sleep where they had slept, Wake when they waked, range that inclosure old, That garden of great intellects undisturbed. The more endeared. Their several memories here (Even like their persons in their portraits clothed With the accustomed garb of daily life) Chaucer, and Spenser, and Milton, are among the great names which are connected with Cambridge, giving and receiving honour. Wordsworth tells, in touching language, of his veneration for the two first. Of Milton he informs us that one of his acquaintances occupied the chambers which had been Milton's; and that he, William Wordsworth, the sage, the temperate, the water-drinker, was, on some occasion, at his friend's rooms, where he drank to Milton's memory, ""Till pride And gratitude grew dizzy in a brain Never excited by the fumes of wine Before or since " and that he ran off to chapel in a state of intoxication, to the surprise of the townsfolk, and the scandal of porters and beadles. The poem, in which this is recorded, is addressed to Coleridge, and he expresses a strong belief that the spirit of Milton will forgive him, and that Coleridge will not be very angry. Whatever Wordsworth may have done, or left undone, at college, there can be little doubt that he learned a good deal more in the vacations than in term time, and that of his academic years, the months passed furthest from his academy were the most fruitful. They were spent, during the first two years, in rambling through some of the most beautiful parts of England, or visiting the scenes of his boyhood. At Penrith, on the southern frontier of Cumberland, his mother's relatives lived, and here he again had the society of that sister mentioned in the poems descriptive of childhood, and of his future wife. In the immediate neighbourhood was Brougham Castle. No reader of Wordsworth can have forgotten The Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle, which gives to Emont its name in song :: 66 Wordsworth had written verses of no ordinary merit at school. The time passed at Cambridge appears to have been a period in which, if the mind was acquiring stores of thought, it yet did not exhibit any fruits. He did nothing in College studies; and there is no evidence of any fixed occupation of his own. In the year 1793, however, appeared two poems which showed power of a high kind; the one, "An Evening Walk," in England, addressed to his sister; the other, Descriptive Sketches" of foreign scenery, addressed to the companion of his last vacation's rambles. Both are pleasing poems; the style in both elaborately wrought out. We are reminded, when reading it, of other poets, by something of a manner between that of Goldsmith and Johnson-more apparently artificial than Goldsmith, and with truer delicacy of touch than Johnson. The style is, we think, a more perfect one, though of less compass and variety than that of his after poems. These poems had but small sale. Among the few into whose hands they fell was Coleridge : "During the last year of my residence at Cambridge I became acquainted with Mr. Wordsworth's Descriptive Sketches,' and seldom, if ever, was the |