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to take the ready nourishment which is spread Yet it is the most melancholy part of all for his repast, with that of his fellow-man such speculation, to observe what a wide bearing through the lonely woods the gnaw-gloom is cast over them by this severe necesing pang that goads him to his prey. Hunger sity, which is nevertheless the great and conis in his heart; hunger bears along his un- stant cause of the improvement of their condifatiguing feet; hunger lies in the strength of tion. It is not suffering alone for that they his arm; hunger watches in his eye; hunger may be inured to bear,--but the darkness of listens in his ear; as he couches down in his the understanding, and the darkness of the covert, silently waiting the approach of his ex- heart, which comes on under the oppression pected spoil, this is the sole thought that fills of toil, that is miserable to see. Our fellowhis aching breast"I shall satisfy my hunger!” men, born with the same spirit as ourselves, When his deadly aim has brought his victim seem yet denied the common privileges of that to the ground, this is the thought that springs spirit. They seem to bring faculties into the up as he rushes to seize it, “I have got food world that cannot be unfolded, and powers of for my hungry soul!" What must be the affection and desire which not their fault but usurpation of animal nature here over the the lot of their birth will pervert and degrade. whole man! It is not merely the simple pain There is a humiliation laid upon our nature as if it were the forlornness of a human creature in the doom which seems thus to rest upon a bearing about his famishing existence in help- great portion of our species, which, while it lessness and despair—though that, too, is indeed requires our most considerate compassion for a true picture of some states of our race; but those who are thus depressed, compels us to here is not a suffering and sinking wretch-humble ourselves under the sense of our own he is a strong hunter, and puts forth his participation in the nature from which it flows. strength fiercely under the urgency of this Therefore, in estimating the worth, the virtue passion. All his might in the chase, all pride of our fellow men, whom Providence has of speed, and strength, and skill-all thoughts placed in a lot that yields to them the means, of long and hard endurance-all images of and little more than the means, of supporting perils past--all remembrances and all fore-/ life in themselves and those born of them, let sight-are gathered on that one strong and us never forget how intimate is the necessary keen desire-are bound down to the sense of union between the wants of the body and the that one bitter animal want. These feelings thoughts of the soul. Let us remember, that recurring day by day in the sole toil of his life, over a great portion of humanity, the soul is bring upon his soul a vehemence and power in a struggle for its independence and power of desire in this object, of which we can have with the necessities of that nature in which it no conception, till he becomes subjected to is enveloped. It has to support itself against hunger as to a mighty animal passion--a sickening, or irritating, or maddening thoughts passion such as it rages in those fierce animal inspired by weariness, lassitude, want, or the kinds which it drives with such ferocity on fear of want. It is chained down to the earth their prey. He knows hunger as the wolf by the influence of one great and constant knows it-he goes forth with his burning heart, occupation---that of providing the means of its like the tiger to lap blood. But turn to man mortal existence. When it shows itself shook in another condition to which he has been and agitated, or overcome in the struggle, brought by the very agency of his physical on what ought to be the thoughts and feelings of his intellectual and moral being! How far the wise for poor humanity! When, on the removed is he now from that daily contention other hand, we see nature preserving itself with such evils as these! How much does he pure, bold, and happy amidst the perpetual feel himself assured against them by belong- threatenings or assaults of those evils from ing to the great confederacy of social life! which it cannot fly, and though oppressed by How much is it veiled from his eyes by the its own weary wants, forgetting them all in many artificial circumstances in which the that love which ministers to the wants of satisfaction of the want is involved ! The others-when we see the brow wrinkled and work in which he labours the whole day-on drenched by incessant toil, the body in the which his eyes are fixed and his hands toil-power of its prime bowed down to the dust, is something altogether unconnected with his and the whole frame in which the immortal own wants-connected with distant wants and spirit abides marked, but not dishonoured, by purposes of a thousand other men in which he its slavery to fate-and when, in the midst of has no participation. And as far as it is a all this ceaseless depression and oppression, work of skill, he has to fix his mind on ob- from which man must never hope to escape jects and purposes so totally removed from on earth, we see him still seeking and still himself, that they all tend still more to sever finding joy, delight, and happiness in the finer his thoughts from his own necessities : and affections of his spirtiual being, giving to the thus it is that civilization raises his moral lips of those he loves the scanty morsel earned character, when it protects almost every hu- by his own hungry and thirsty toil, purchasman being in a country from that subjection to ing by sweat, sickness, and fever, Education this passion, to which even noble tribes are and Instruction and Religion to the young bound down in the wildernesses of nature. creatures who delight him who is starving for
“It's an awful thing hunger, Hamish, sure their sakes, resting with gratitude on that day, aneugh; but I wush he was dune; for that whose return is ever like a fresh fountain to vice o' his sing-sanging is makin' me unco his exhausted and weary heart, and preserving sleepy-and ance I fa' owre, I'm no easy a profound and high sense of his own imwaukenin'. But wha's that snorrin'?" mortality among all the earth-born toils and
troubles that would in vain chain him down "As in this varying and uncertain weather, to the dust,when we see all this, and think
When gloom and glory force themselves together,
When calm seems stormy, and tempestuous night of all this, we feel indeed how rich may be the At day's meridian lowers like noon of night!" poorest of the poor, and learn to respect the Whose are these fine lines? Hooky Walker, moral being of man in its triumphs over the OUR OWN. Dogs! Down-down-down-be power of his physical nature. But we do not stonelike, 0 Shelty and Hamish, sink thou learn to doubt or deny the wisdom of the into the heather like a lizard; for if these old Creator. We do not learn from all the strug- dim eyes of ours may be in aught believed, gles, and all these defeats, and all these vic- yonder by the birches stands a Red-Deer snuftories, and all these triumphs, that God sent fing the east wind! Hush! hush! hush! He us his creatures into this life to starve, be- suspects an enemy in that airt—but death cause the air, the earth, and the waters have comes upon him with stealthy foot, from the not wherewithal to feed the mouths that gape west; and if Apollo and Dianathe divinities for food through all the elements! Nor do we so long have worshipped-be now propi. we learn that want is a crime, and poverty a tious_his antlers shall be entangled in the sin--and that they who would toil, but cannot, heather, and his hoofs beat the heavens. Haand they who can toil, but have no work setmish, the rifle! A tinkle as of iron, and a hiss before them, are intruders at Nature's table, accompanying the explosion-and the King of and must be driven by those who are able to the Wilderness, bounding up into the air with pay for their seats to famine, starvation, and his antlers higher than ever waved chieftain's death-almost denied a burial !—Finis. Amen. plume, falls down stone-dead where he stood;
Often has it been our lot, by our conversa- for the blue-pill has gone through his vitals, tional powers, to set the table on a snore. The and lightning itself could hardly have withermore stirring the theme, the more soporific the ed him into more instantaneous cessation of sound of our silver voice. Look there, we be- life! seech you! In a small spot of “stationary sun- He is an enormous animal. What antlers ! shine," lie Hamish, and Surefoot, and O'Bronte, Roll him over, Hamish, on his side! See, up and Ponto, and Piro, and Basta, all sound to our breast, nearly, reaches the topmost asleep! Dogs are troubled sleepers--but these branch. He is what the hunter of old called four are now like the dreamless dead. Horses, a “Stag of Ten." His eye has lost the flash too, seem often to be witch-ridden in their of freedom-the tongue that browsed the sleep. But at this moment Surefoot is stretch- brushwood is bitten through by the clenched ed more like a stone than a shelty in the land teeth-the fleetness of his feet has felt that of Nod. As for Hamish, were he to lie so fatal frost-the wild heart is hushed, Hamish, braxy-like by himself on the hill, he would be tame, tame, tame; and there the Monarch awakened by the bill of the raven digging into of the Mountains the King of the Cliffs—the his sockets. We are Morpheus and Orpheus Grand Lama of the Glens—the Sultan of the in one incarnation--the very Pink of Poppy-Solitudes--the Dey of the Deserts--the Royal the true spirit of Opium-of Laudanum the Ranger of the Woods and Forests-yea, the concentrated Essence-of the black Drop the very Prince of the Air and Thane of Thunder Gnome.
-"shorn of all his beams,” lies motionless as Indeed, gentlemen, you have reason to be a dead Jackass by the wayside, whose hide was ashamed of yourselves—but where is the awk- not thought worth the trouble of flaying by his ward squad ? Clean gone. They have stolen owners the gipsies ! “ To this complexion has a march on us, and while we have been preach- he come at last”-he who at dawn had bor. ing they have been poaching-sans mandate rowed the wings of the wind to carry him of the Marquis and Monzie. We may catch across the cataracts! them ere close of day; and, if they have a A sudden pang shoots across our heart. smell of slaughter, we shall crack their What right had we to commit this murder ? sconces with our crutch. No apologies, Ha-How, henceforth, shall we dare to hold up our mish—'tis only making the matter worse; but head among the lovers of liberty, after having we expected better things of the dogs. O'Bronte! thus stolen basely from behind on him the fie! fie! sirrah. Your sire would not have boldest, brightest, and most beautiful of all her fallen asleep during a speech of ours--and sons ! We who for so many years have been such a speech!-he would have sat it out just able to hobble, and no more, by the aid of without winking--at each more splendid pas- the Crutch-who feared to let the heather-bent sage testifying his delight by, a yowl. Leap touch our toe, so sensitive in its gout-We, over the Crutch, you reprobate, and let us see the old and impotent, all last winter bed-ridden, thee scour. Look at him, Hamish, already and even now seated like a lameter on a beckoning to us on his hurdis from the hill-top. shelty, strapped by a patent buckle to a saddle Let us scale those barriers--and away over the provided with a pummel behind as well as betable-land between that summit and the head fore-such an unwieldy and weary wretch as of Gleno. No sooner said than done, and here We“ fat, and scant of breath"--and with our we are on the level-such a level as the ship hand almost perpetually pressed against our finds on the main sea, when in the storm-lull left side, when a coughing-fit of asthma brings she rides up and down the green swell, before back the stitch, seldom an absentee to asthe tradewinds that cool the tropics. The sur-sassinate THAT RED-DEER, whose flight on earth face of this main land-sea is black in the gloom, could accompany the eagle's in heaven; and and green in the glimmer, and purple in the not only to assassinate him, but, in a moral light, and crimson in the sunshine. Oh, never (vein, toʻliken his carcass to that of a Jackass! "ocks nature so magnificent
It will not bear further reflection; so, Hamish, out with your whinger, and carve him a dish Yet, 'tis strange how the human soul can fit for the gods-in a style worthy of Sir Tris- descend, pleasantly at every note, from the top trem, Gil Morice, Robin Hood, or Lord Ra- to the bottom of passion's and imagination's nald. No; let him lie till nightfall, when we gamut. shall be returning from Inveraw with strength A Tarn-a Tarn! with but a small circle of sufficient to bear him to the Tent.
unbroken water in the centre, and all the rest But hark, Hamish, to that sullen croak from of its shallowness bristling, in every bay, with the cliff! The old raven of the cove already reeds and rushes, and surrounded, all about scents death
the mossy flat, with marshes and quagmires !
What a breeding-place—"procreant cradle" Sagacious of his quarry from afar!"
for water fowl! Now comes thy turn, O'Bronte But where art thou, Hamish? Ay, yonder is --for famous is thy name, almost as thy sire's, Hamish, wriggling on his very belly, like an among the flappers. Crawl down to leeward, adder, through the heather to windward of the Hamish, that you may pepper them-should croaker, whose nostrils, and eyes, and bill, are they take to flight overhead to the loch. Surenow all hungrily fascinated,' and as it were foot, taste that greensward, and you will find already fastened into the very bowels of the it sweet and succulent. Dogs, heel-heel!beast." His days are numbered. That sly ser- and now let us steal, on our Crutch, behind pent, by circuitous windings insinuating his that knoll, and open a sudden fire on the swimlimber length through among all obstructions, mers, who seem to think themselves out of has ascended unseen the drooping shoulder of shot at the edge of that line of water-lilies; but the cliff, and now cautiously erects his crest some of them will soon find themselves miswithin a hundred yards or more of the unsus- taken, whirling round on their backs, and pecting savage, still uttering at intervals his vainly endeavouring to dive after their friends sullen croak, croak, croak! Something crum- that disappear beneath the agitated surface bles, and old Sooty, unfolding his huge wings, shot-swept into spray. Long Gun! who oft to lifts himself up like Satan, about to sail away the forefinger of Colonel Hawker has swept for a while into another glen; but the rifle the night-harbour of Poole all alive with rings among the rocks the lead has broken widgeons, be true to the trust now reposed in his spine-and look! how the demon, head thee by Kit North! And though these be over heels, goes tumbling down, down, many neither geese, nor swans, nor hoopers, yet, send hundred fathoms, dashed to pieces and im- thy leaden shower among them feeding in their paled on the sharp-pointed granite! Ere night- play, till all the air be afloat with specks, as if fall the bloody fragments will be devoured by at the shaking of a feather-bed that had burst his mate. Nothing now will disturb the car- the ticking, and the tarn covered with sprawlcass of the deer. No corbies dare enter the ing mawsies and mallards, in death-throes cove where the raven reigned; the hawk pre- among the ducklings! There it lies on its fers grouse to venison, and so does the eagle, rest-like a telescope. No eye has discovered who, however, like a good Catholic as he is the invention--keen as those wild eyes are of this is Friday-has gone out to sea for a fish the plowterers on the shallows. Lightning dinner, which he devours to the music of the and thunder! to which all the echoes roar. waves on some isle-rock. Therefore lie there, But we meanwhile are on our back; for of all dethroned king ! till thou art decapitated; and the recoils that ever shook a shoulder, that ere the moon wanes, that haunch will tower one was the severest-but 'twill probably cure gloriously on our Tent-table at the Feast of our rheumatism and- Well done-nobly, Shells.
gloriously done, O'Bronte! Heaven and earth, What is your private opinion, O'Bronte, of how otter-like he swims! Ha, Hamish! you the taste of Red-deer blood ? Has it not a have cut off the retreat of that airy voyagerwild twang on the tongue and palate, far pre- you have given it him in his stern, Hamish ferable to sheep's-head? You are absolutely and are reloading for the flappers. One at a undergoing transfiguration into a deer-hound! time in your mouth, O'Bronte! Put about With your fore-paws on the flank, your tail with that tail for a rudder-and make for the brandished like a standard, and your crimson shore. What a stately creature! as he comes flews (thank you, Shepherd, for that word) issuing from the shallows, and, bearing the old licked by a long lambent tongue red as crimson, mallard breast high, walks all dripping along while your eyes express a fierce delight never the greensward, and then shakes from his felt before, and a stifled growl disturbs the star curled ebony the flashing spray-mist. He on your breast-just as you stand now, gives us one look as we crown the knoll, and O'Bronte, might Edwin Landseer rejoice to then in again with a spang and a plunge far paint thy picture, for which, immortal image into the tarn, caring no more for the reeds than of the wilderness, the Duke of Bedford would for so many winlestraes, and, fast as a seanot scruple to give a draft on his banker for serpent, is among the heart of the killed and une thousand pounds!
wounded. In unerring instinct he always Shooting grouse after red-deer is, for a while seizes the dead-and now a devil's dozen lie at first, felt to be like writing an anagram in a along the shore. Come hither, O'Bronte, and lady's album, after having given the finishing caress thy old master. Ay--that showed a touch to a tragedy or an epic poem. 'Tis like fine feeling--did that long shake that bedrizzled taking to catching shrimps in the sand with the sunshine. Put thy paws over our shoul one's toes, on one's return from Davis' Straits ders, and round our neck, true son of thy sire in a whaler that arrived at Peterhead with six- -oh! that he were but alive, to see and share teen fish, each calculated at ten ton of oil. thy achievements; but indeed, two such dogs, living together in their prime at one era, would Not the best practice this in the world, cer. have been too great glory for this sublunary tainly, for pointers—and it may teach them canine world. Therefore Sirius looked on thy bad habits on the hill; but, in some situations, sire with an evil eye, and in jealousy- all dogs and all men are alike, and cross them “Tantæne animis cælestibus iræ !"
as you will, not a breed but shows a taint of growled upon some sinner to poison the Dog original sin, when under a temptation suffiof all Dogs, who leapt up almost to the ceiling ciently strong to bring it out. Ponto, Piro, and of the room where he slept-our own bed-room Basta, are now, according to their abilities, all —under the agony of that accursed arsenic, as bad as O'Bronte--and never, to be sure, gave one horrid howl, and expired. Methinks was there such a worrying in this wicked we know his murderer-his eye falls when it world. But now we shall cease our fire, and meets ours on the Street of Princes; and let leave the few flappers that are left alive to him scowl there but seldom-for though 'tis their own meditations. Our conduct for the but suspicion, this fist, O’Bronte, doubles at last hour must have seemed to them no less the sight of the miscreant-and some day, im- unaccountable than alarming; and something pelled by wrath and disgust, it will smash his to quack over during the rest of the season. nose fiat with the other features, till his face is Well, we do not remember ever to have seen a a pancake. Yea! as sure as Themis holds prettier pile of ducks and ducklings. Hamish, her balance in the skies, shall the poisoner be take census. What do you say-two score ? punished out of all recognition by his parents, That beats cockfighting. Here's a hank of and be disowned by the Irish Cockney father twine, Hamish, tie them all together by the that begot him, and the Scotch Cockney mo- legs, and hang them, in two divisions of equal ther that bore him, as he carries home a tripe- weights, over the crupper of Surefoot. like countenance enough to make his paramour the scullion miscarry, as she opens the door to him on the fifth flat of a common stair. But we are getting personal, O'Bronte, a vice ab
FLIGHT THIRD--STILL LIFE. horrent from our nature.
There goes our Crutch, Hamish, whirling We have been sufficiently slaughterous for aloft in the sky a rainbow flight, even
a man of our fine sensibilities and moderate like the ten-pound hammer from the fling of desires, Hamish; and as, somehow or other, George Scougal at the St. Ronan's games. Our the scent seems to be beginning not to lie well gout is gone-so is our asthmameke our --yet the air cannot be said to be close and rheumatism-and, like an eagle, we have re- sultry either--we shall let Brown Bess cool newed our youth. There is hop, step, and herself in both barrels—relinquish, for an hour jump, for you, Hamish-we should not fear, or so, our seat on Shelty, and, by way of a young and agile as you are, buck, to give you change, pad the hoof up that smooth ascent, a yard. But now for the flappers. Pointers strangely left stonelessman avenue positively all, stir your stumps and into the water. This looking as if it were artificial, as it stretches is rich. Why, the reeds are as full of flappers away, with its beautiful green undulations, as of frogs. If they can fly, the fools don't among the blocks; for though no view-hunter, know it. Why, there is a whole musquito-fleet we are, Hamish, what in fine language is callof yellow boys, not a month old. What a pro- ed a devout worshipper of Nature, an enthulific old lady must she have been, to have kept siast in the sublime; and if Nature do not on breeding till July. There she sits, cower- show us something worth gazing at when we ing, just on the edge of the reeds, uncertain reach yonder altitudes, she must be a gray dewhether to dive or fly. By the creak and cryceiver, and we shall never again kneel at her of the cradle of thy first-born, Hamish, spare footstool, or sing a hymn in her praise. the plumage on her yearning and quaking The truth is, we have a rending headache, breast. The little yellow images have all for Bess has been for some hours on the kick, melted away, and are now, in holy cunning of and Surefoot on the jog, and our exertions in instinct, deep down beneath the waters, shift- the pulpit were severe-action, Hamish, acing for themselves among the very mud at the tion, action, being, as Demosthenes said some bottom of the reeds. By and by they will be two or three thousand years ago, essential to floating with but the points of their bills above oratory; and you observed how nimbly we the surface, invisible. among the air-bells. The kept changing legs, Hamish, how strenuously parent duck has also disappeared; the drake brandishing arms, throughout our discourseyou disposed of, Hamish, as the coward was saving the cunning pauses, thou simpleton, lifting up his lumbering body, with fat doup when, by way of relief to our auditors, we and long neck in the air, to seek safer skies. were as gentle as sucking-doves, and folded up We male creatures-drakes, ganders, and men our wings as if about to go to roost, whereas alike-what are we, when affection pleads, in we were but meditating a bolder flight-about comparison with females ! In our passions, to soar, Hamish, into the empyrean. Over and we are brave, but these satiated, we turn upon above all that, we could not brook Tickler's our heel and disappear from danger, like das- insolence, who, about the sma' hours, chaltards. But doves, and ducks, and women, are lenged us, you know, quech for quech; and fearless in affection, to the very death. There- though we gave him a fair back-fall, yet we fore have we all our days, sleeping or waking, suffered in the tuilzie, and there is at this moloved the sex, virgin and matron, nor would we ment a throbbing in our temples that threatens hurt a hair of their heads, gray or golden, for a regular brain-fever. We burn for an airall else that shines beneath the sun.
bath on the mountain-top. Moreover, we are
seized with a sudden desire for solitude to be speak to the stranger. In such places he will plain, we are getting sulky; so ascend, Sure- be delighted-perhaps surprised-to find in foot, Hamish, and be off with the pointers-uncorrupted strength all the primary elements O'Bronte goes with us--north-west, making a of human character. He will find that his circumbendibus round the Tomhans, where knowledge may be wider than theirs, and betMhairhe M‘Intyre lived seven years with the ter ordered, but that it rests on the same founfairies; and in a couple of hours or so, you dation, and comprehends the same matter. will find us under the Merlin Crag.
There will be no want of sympathies between We offer to walk any man of our age in him and them; and what he knows best, and Great Britain. But what is our age? Con- loves most, will seldom fail to be that also found us if we know within a score or two. which they listen to with greatest interest, and Yet we cannot get rid of the impression that respecting which there is the closest commuwe are under ninety. However, as we seek nion between the minds of stranger and host. no advantage, and give no odds, we challenge He may know the course of the stars accordthe octogenarians of the United Kingdom-ing to the revelation of science--they may fair toe and heel—a twelve-hour match--for have studied them only as simple shepherds, love, fame, and a legitimate exchequer bill for“ whose hearts were gladdened” walking on a thousand. Why these calves of ours would the mountain-top. But they known as he does look queer, we confess, on the legs of a Leith --who sowed the stars in heaven, and that porter; but even in our prime they were none their silent courses are all adjusted by the of your big vulgar calves, but they handled hand of the Most High. like iron---now more like butter. There is Oh! blessed, thrice blessed years of youth ! still a spring in our instep; and our knees, would we choose to live over again all your sometimes shaky, are to-day knit as Pan's and forgotten and unforgotten nights and days ! neat as Apollo's. Poet we may not be, but Blessed, thrice blessed we call you, although, Pedestrian we are; with Wordsworth we could as we then felt, often darkened almost into innot walk along imaginative heights, but, if not sanity by self-sown sorrows springing out of grievously out of our reckoning, on the turn- our restless soul. No, we would not again pike road we could keep pace with Captain face such troubles, not even for the glorious Barclay for a short distance-say from Dun- apparitions that familiarly haunted us in glens dee to Aberdeen.
and forests, on mountains and on the great sea. Oh! Gemini! but we are in high spirits. But all, or nearly all that did once so grievousYes—delights there indeed are, which none ly disturb, we can lay in the depths of the past, but pedestrians know. Much-all depends on so that scarcely a ghastly voice is heard, a the character of the wanderer; he must have ghastly face beheld; while all that so charmed known what it is to commune with his own of yore, or nearly all, although no longer the thoughts and feelings, and be satisfied with daily companions of our life, still survive to be them even as with the converse of a chosen recalled at solemn hours, and with a
beauty friend. Not that he must always, in the soli- still more beauteous” to reinvest the earth, tudes that await him, be in a meditative mood, which neither sin nor sorrow can rob of its for ideas and emotions will of themselves arise, enchantments. We can still travel with the and he will only have to enjoy the pleasures solitary mountain-stream from its source to the which his own being spontaneously affords. sea, and see new visions at every vista of its It would indeed be a hopeless thing, if we were winding waters. The waterfall flows not with always to be on the stretch for happiness. In- its own monotonous voice of a day or an hour, tellect, Imagination, and Feeling, all work of but like a choral anthem pealing with the their own free-will, and not at the order of any hymns of many years. In the heart of the taskmaster. A rill soon becomes a stream-a blind mist on the mountain-ranges we can now stream a river-a river a loch—and a loch a sit alone, surrounded by a world of images,
So it is with the current within the spirit. over which time holds no power but to conseIt carries us along, without either oar or sail, crate or solemnize. Solitude we can deepen increasing in lepth, breadth, and swiftness, by a single volition, and by a single volition yet all the while the easy work of our own let in upon it the stir and noise of the world wonderful minds. While we seem only to see and life. Why, therefore, should we complain, or hear, we are thinking and feeling far be- or why lament the inevitable loss or change that yond the mere notices given by the senses; time brings with it to all that breathe ? Beaud years afterwards we find that we have neath the shadow of the tree we can yet rebeen laying up treasures, in our most heedless pose, and tranquillize our spirit by its rustle, moments, of imagery, and connecting together or by the “green light” unchequered by one trains of thought that arise in startling beauty, stirring leaf. From sunrise to sunset, we can almost without cause or any traceable origin. I lie below the old mossy tower, till the darkThe Pedestrian, too, must not only love his ness that shuts out the day, hides not the viown society, but the society of any other hu- sions that glide round the ruined battlements. man beings, if blameless and not impure, Cheerful as in a city can we traverse the among whom his lot may for a short season houseless moor; and although not a ship be be cast. He must rejoice in all the forms and on the sea, we can set sail on the wings of shows of life, however simple they may be, imagination, and when wearied, sink down on however humble, however low; and be able savage or serene isle, and let drop our anchor to find food for his thoughts beside the ingle below the moon and stars. of the loneliest hut, where the inmates sit with And 'tis well we are so spiritual; for the few words, and will rather be spoken to than senses are of no use here, and we must draw