4 poor, high and low, man, woman, child, could it be conveyed so fully, so instantaneously, as by this figure of the wild flower? On hill and plain, in valley and dell, near rock and river, on every acre of Scottish ground, fertile or barren, where man has made a dwelling, wild flowers are found. By this simple comparison Wallace is felt to be everywhere. At first the simplicity veils from us the efficiency, the beauty, the power of the figure. Through his long life Wordsworth walked almost daily about the beautiful mountain-andlake region where he lived. The maid-servant at Rydal Mount, showing the rooms to a stranger, said of the one which he took for the poet's study, "This is the library; master's study is out of doors." He made several visits to Scotland to walk through some of her most attractive scenery. By means of this intimate intercourse with nature he absorbed much of her spirit as well as her features and forms. In such walks it is the visionary, the poetic eye, that sees the best that is to be seen, and out of this best the meditative activity seizes new likenesses and works into the woof of its task fresh analogies and subtleties. From this inward meditative superiority, thus nourished, it is that comes what Wordsworth calls "The great nature that exists in works Of mighty poets." His mood and condition in these studious walks he describes in the following lines. At one period he was always accompanied by a knowing terrier : "A hundred times when, roving high and low, I have been harassed with the toil of verse, IV. BEAUPUIS. Of his growing consciousness of poetic power, during the latter part of his stay at Cambridge, Wordsworth gives intimation in the following significant passage of "The Prelude:" "Those were the days Of modest sympathy." Accompanied by a friend and fellow-student, Robert Jones, of Wales, Wordsworth spent his last summer vacation in a pedestrian tour through France, Savoy, Switzerland, and the north of Italy. They landed in Calais on the 13th of July, 1790, the eve of a national jubilee, the day when the King of France took the oath of fidelity to the new constitution, a day which thrilled Europe with joy : "France standing on the top of golden hours, And human nature seeming born again." Southward from Calais they held their way, and saw how bright a face is worn when "joy of one is joy for tens of thousands." They passed through hamlets and towns gaudy with the faded garlands and remains of the great festival. To shorten the journey they walked for three days through sequestered villages: "And found benevolence and blessedness Spread like a fragrance everywhere, when spring And thus by the vine-clad hills and slopes of Burgundy they reached the "gentle Saône." Then the rapid Rhone bore them as with wings on its current between lofty rocks, a lonely pair of strangers floating down the stream, clustered together with a merry crowd of travelers returning from the grand national festival at Paris. With this jocund company they landed at night, and after a joyous supper, enlivened by fragrant Burgundy, they all rose and danced hand in hand round the board, the two young Englishmen sharing heartily the triumph and the hope of the hour. Again the two took to their staffs and knapsacks, and, "kept in a perpetual hurry of delight by the almost uninterrupted succession of sublime and beautiful objects that passed before their eyes," as Wordsworth wrote to his sister, they wandered through parts of Savoy and Switzerland and the lake region of Italy, first crossing the Alps over the Simplon, wondering, as they descended into the southern gorge, at "The immeasurable height And in the narrow rent at every turn. The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end." Arrived at Basle, the pedestrians bought a boat, and floated down the Rhine to Cologne, returning to England by Calais. This tour furnished material for another |