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white hair, running after their mother! But| killed him for not building a house of his own the large hazel eye of the she peaseweep, rest- in a country where there was no want of less even in the most utter solitude, soon sticks. But the kite or glead, as the same disspied us glowering at her, and her young ones, tinguished ornithologist rightly says, is prothrough our tears; and not for a moment verbial for the ease and gracefulness of its doubting-Heaven forgive her for the shrewd flight, which generally consists of large and but cruel suspicion !--that we were Lord Eg- sweeping circles, performed with a motionless linton's gamekeeper-with a sudden shrill cry wing, or at least with a slight and almost imthat thrilled to the marrow in our cold back-perceptible stroke of its pinions, and at very bone-flapped and fluttered herself away into distant intervals. In this manner, and directthe mist, while the little black bits of down ing its course by its tail, which acts as a ruddisappeared, like devils, into the moss. The der, whose slightest motion produces effect, it croaking of the frogs grew terrible. And frequently soars to such a height as to become worse and worse, close at hand, seeking almost invisible to the human eye. Him we his lost cows through the mist, the bellow loved to slay, as a bird worthy of our barrel. of the notorious red bull! We began saying Him and her have we watched for days, like our prayers; and just then the sun forced a lynx, till we were led, almost as if by an himself out into the open day, and, like instinct, to their nest in the heart of the forest the sudden opening of the shutters of a room, -a nest lined with wool, hair, and other soft the whole world was filled with light. The materials, in the fork of some large tree. frogs seemed to sink among the pow-heads- They will not, of course, utterly forsake their as for the red bull who had tossed the tinker, nest, when they have young, fire at them as he was cantering away, with his tail towards you will, though they become more wary, and us, to a lot of cows on the hill; and hark-a seem as if they heard a leaf fall, so suddenly long, a loud, an oft-repeated halloo! Rab Ro- will they start and soar to heaven. We reger, honest fellow, and Leezy Muir, honest member, from an ambuscade in a briery dell lass, from the manse, in search of our dead in the forest, shooting one flying overhead to body! Rab pulls our ears lightly, and Leezy its nest; and, on going up to him as he lay on kisses us from the one to the other-wrings his back, with clenched talons and fierce eyes, the rain out of our long yellow hair-sa pretty absolutely shrieking and yelling with fear, and contrast to the small gray sprig now on the rage, and pain, we intended to spare his life, crown of our pericranium, and the thin tail and only take him prisoner, when we beheld a-cock behind)--and by and by stepping into beside him on the sod, a chicken from the Hazel-Deanhead for a drap and a “chitterin' brood of famous ginger piles, then, all but his piece,” by the time we reach the manse we are small self, following the feet of their clucking as dry as a whistle-take our scold and our mother at the manse! With visage all inpawmies from the minister--and, by way of flamed, we gave him the butt on his double punishment and penance, after a little hot organ of destructiveness, then only known to whisky toddy, with brown sugar and a bit of us by the popular name of “ back o' the head,” bun, are bundled off to bed in the daytime! exclaiming Thus we grew up a Fowler, ere a loaded
“ Pallas te hoc vulnere, Pallas gun was in our hand-and often guided the city-fowler to the haunts of the curlew, the Quivered every feather, from beak to tail and plover, the moorfowl, and the falcon. The talon, in his last convulsion, falcon! yes in the higher region of clouds and cliffs. For now we had shot up into a
“ Vitaque cum gemitu fugit indignata sub umbras !" stripling-and how fast had we so shot up In the season of love what combats have you may know, by taking notice of the school- we been witness to-Umpire-between birds boy on the play-green, and two years after- of prey! The Female Falcon, she sat aloof wards discovering, perhaps, that he is that like a sultana, in her soft, sleek, glossy plumes, fine tall ensign carrying the colours among the iris in her eye of wilder, more piercing, the light-bobs of the regiment, to the sound of fiery, cruel, fascinating, and maddening lustre, clarion and flute, cymbal and great drum, than ever lit the face of the haughtiest human marching into the city a thousand strong.
queen, adored by princes on her throne of diaWe used in early boyhood, deceived by monds. And now her whole plumage shivers some uncertainty in size, not to distinguish -and is ruffled for her own Gentle Peregrine between a kite and a buzzard, which was very appears, and they two will enjoy their dallistupid, and unlike us-more like Poietes in ance on the edge of the cliff-chasm--and the Salmonia. The flight of the buzzard, as may Bride shall become a wife in that stormy sunbe seen in Selby, is slow-and except during shine on the loftiest precipice of all these our the season of incubation, when it often soars Alps. But a sudden sugh sweeps down from to a considerable height, it seldom remains heaven, and a rival Hawk comes rushing in long on the wing. It is indeed a heavy, inac- his rage from his widowed eyry, and will win tive bird, both in disposition and appearance, and wear this his second selected bride-for and is generally seen perched upon some old her sake, tearing, or to be torn, to pieces. and decayed tree, such being its favourite Both struck down from heaven, fall a hundred haunt. Him we soon thought little or nothing fathom to the heather, talon-locked, in the muabout—and the last one we shot, it was, we tual gripe of death. Fair play, gentlemen, and remember, just as he was coming out of the attend to the Umpire. It is, we unde:stand, to deserted nest of a crow, which he had taken be an up-and-down fight. Allow us to disen possession of out of pure laziness; and we tangle you-and without giving advantage to
either-elbow-room to both. Neither of you | bers, from all the impulses that come to them ever saw a human face so near before-nor in solitude gaining more, far more than they ever were captive in a human hand. Both have lost! When we are awake, or half fasten their momentarily frightened eyes on awake, or almost sunk into a sleep, they are us, and, holding back their heads, emit a wild ceaselessly gathering materials for the thinkringing cry. But now they catch sight of each ing and feeling soul-and it is hers, in a deep other, and in an instant are one bunch of delight formed of memory and imagination, to torn, bloody plumes. Perhaps their wings are put them together by a divine plastic power, broken, and they can soar no more-so up we in which she is almost, as it were, a very crelling them both into the air-and wheeling ator, till she exult to look on beauty and on each within a short circle,clash again go both grandeur such as this earth and these heavens birds together, and the talons keep tearing never saw, products of her own immortal and throats till they die. Let them die, then, for immaterial energies, and BEING once, to be for both are for ever disabled to enjoy their lady- ever, when the universe, with all its suns and love. She, like some peerless flower in the systems, is no more! days of chivalry at a fatal tournament, seeing But oftener we and our shadows glided along her rival lovers dying for her sake, nor ever the gloom at the foot of the cliffs, ear-led by the to wear her glove or scarf in the front of bat- incessant cry of the young hawks in their nest, tle, rising to leave her canopy in tears of grief ever hungry except when asleep. Left to and pridemeven like such Angelica, the Fal- themselves, when the old birds are hunting, con unfolds her wings, and flies slowly away an hour's want of food is felt to be famine, and from her dying ravishers, to bewail her vir- you hear the cry of the callow creatures, angry ginity on the mountains. “O Frailty! thy with one another, and it may be, fighting with name is woman!” A third Lover is already soft beak and pointless claws, till a living on the wing, more fortunate than his preced- lump of down tumbles over the rock-ledge, ing peers and Angelica is won, wood, and soon to be picked to the bone by insects, who sitting, about to lay an egg in an old eyry, likewise all live upon prey; for example, Ants soon repaired and furbished up for the honey- of carrion. Get you behind that briery bield, week, with a number of small birds lying on that wild-rose hanging rock, far and wide the edge of the hymeneal couch, with which, scenting the wilderness with a faint perfume; when wearied with love, and yawp with hun- or into that cell, almost a parlour, with a Gothic ger, Angelica may cram her maw till she be roof formed by large stones leaning one against ready to burst, by her bridegroom's breast. the other and so arrested, as they tumbled from
Forgotten all human dwellings, and all the the frost-riven breast of the precipice. Wait thoughts and feelings that abide by firesides, there, though it should be for hours—but it and doorways, and rooms, and roofs-delight- will not be for hours; for both the old hawks ful was it, during the long, long midsummer are circling the sky, one over the marsh and holyday, to lie all alone, on the green-sward one over the wood. She comes-she comes of some moor-surrounded mount, not far from the female Sparrowhawk, twice the size of her the foot of some range of cliffs, and with our mate; and while he is plain in his dress, as a face up to the sky, wait, unwearying, till a cunning and cruel Quaker, she is gay and speck was seen to cross the blue cloudless gaudy as a Demirep dressed for the pit of the lift, and steadying itself after a minute's qui- Opera-deep and broad her bosom, with an vering into motionless rest, as if hung sus- air of luxury in her eyes that glitter like a pended there by the counteracting attraction serpent's. But now she is a mother, and plays of heaven and earth, known to be a Falcon! a mother's part-greedier, even than for herBalanced far above its prey, and, soon as the self, for her greedy young The lightning right moment came, ready to pounce down, flashes from the cave-mouth, and she comes and fly away with the treasure in its talons to tumbling, and dashing, and rattling through its crying eyry! If no such speck were for the dwarf bushes on the cliff-face, perpendicuhours visible in the ether, doubtless dream lar and plumb-down, within three yards of her upon dream, rising unbidden, and all of their murderer. Her husband will not visit his nest own wild accord, congenial with the wilder- this day-no-nor all night long; for a father's ness, did, like phantasmagoria, pass to and is not as a mother's love. Your only chance fro, backwards and forwards, along the dark- of killing him, too, is to take a lynx-eyed cirened curtain of our imagination, all the lights cuit round about all the moors within half a of reason being extinguished or removed ! In league; and possibly you may see him sitting that trance, not unheard, although scarcely on some cairn, or stone, or tree-stump, afraid noticed, was the cry of the curlew, the murmur to fly either hither or thither, perplexed by the of the little moorland burn, or the din, almost sudden death he saw appearing among the unlike dashing, of the far-off loch. 'Twas thus accountable smoke, scenting it yet with his that the senses, in their most languid state, fine nostrils, so as to be unwary of your apministered to the fancy, and fed her for a fu- proach. Hazard a long shot-for you are right ture day, when all the imagery then received behind him—and a slug may hit him on the so imperfectly, and in broken fragments, into head, and, following the feathers, split his her mysterious keeping, was to arise in order skull-cap and scatter his brains. 'Tis donely array, and to form a world more lovely and and the eyry is orphan'd. Let the small brown more romantic even than the reality, which moorland birds twitter Io Pean, as they hang then lay hushed or whispering, glittering or balanced on the bulrushes-let the stone-chat gloomy, in the outward air. For the senses glance less fearfully within shelter of the old hear and see all things in their seeming slum-gray cairn-let the cushat coo his joyous grati
tude in the wood-and the lark soar up to hea- difficulty from knoll to knoll, pursued by the ven, afraid no more of a demon descending shrieking magpies, buffeted by the corby, and from the cloud. As for the imps in the eyry, lying on his back, like a recreant, before the let them die of rage and hunger-for there beak of the raven, who, a month ago, was termust always be pain in the world; and 'tis rified to hop round the carcass till the king of well when its endurance by the savage is the the air was satiated, and gave his permission cause of pleasure to the sweet-when the gore- to croaking Sooty to dig into the bowels he yearning cry of the cruel is drowned in the himself had scorned. Yet he is a noble aim song of the kind at feed or play—and the to the fowler still; you break a wing and a tribes of the peace-loving rejoice in the des- leg, but fear to touch him with your hand; pair and death of the robbers and shedders of Fro feels the iron-clutch of his talons conblood!
stricted in the death-pang; and holding him Not one fowler of fifty thousand has in all up, you wonder that such an anatomy--for his his days shot an Eagle. That royal race seems weight is not more than three pounds—could nearly extinct in Scotland. Gaze as you will drive his claws through that shaggy hide till over the wide circumference of a Highland blood sprung to the blowinextricable but to heaven, calm as the bride's dream of love, or yells of pain, and leaving gashes hard to heal, disturbed as the shipwrecked sailor's vision of for virulent is the poison of rage in a dying a storm, and all spring and summer long you bird of prey. may not chance to see the shadow of an Eagle Sublime solitude of our boyhood! where in the sun. The old kings of the air are some each stone in the desert was sublime, unassotimes yet seen by the shepherds on cliff or be- ciated though it was with dreams of memory, neath cloud; but their offspring are rarely in its own simple native power over the human allowed to get full fledged in spite of the rifle heart! Each sudden breath
Each sudden breath of wind passed always lying loaded in the shieling. Bụt in by us like the voice of a spirit. There were the days of our boyhood there were many glori- strange meanings in the clouds--often so like ous things on earth and air that now no more human forms and faces threatening us off, or seem to exist, and among these were the beckoning us on, with long black arms, back Eagles. One pair had from time immemorial into the long-withdrawing wilderness of heabuilt on the Echo-cliff, and you could see with ven. We wished then, with quaking hosoms, a telescope the eyry, with the rim of its cir- that we had not been all alone in the desertcumference, six feet in diameter, strewn with that there had been another heart, whose beatpartridges, moorfowl, and leverets—their ings might have kept time with our own, that feathers and their skeletons. But the Echo- we might have gathered courage in the silent cliff was inaccessible.
and sullen gloom from the light in a brother's “ IIither the rainbow comes, the cloud,
eye--the smile on a brother's countenance. And mists that spread the flying shroud,
And often had we such a friend in these our And sunbeams, and the flying blast, That if it could, would hurry past,
far-off wanderings over moors and mountains, But that enormous barrier binds it fast."
by the edge of lochs, and through the umbrage No human eye ever saw the birds within a
of the old pinewoods. A friend from whom thousand feet of the lower earth; yet how
we had received his heart, and given him often must they have stooped down on lamb back our own,”—such a friendship as the most and leveret, and struck the cushat in her very time we were both are sometimes permitted
fortunate and the most happy--and at that yew-tree in the centre of the wood! Perhaps they preyed at midnight, by the light of the by Providence, with all the paşsionate devowaning moon—at mid-day, in the night of tion of young and untamed imagination, to sun-hiding tempests-or afar off, in even more
enjoy, during a bright dreamy world of which solitary wilds, carried thither on the whirlwind that friendship is as the Polár star. Emilius of their own wings, they swept off their prey when we were but a child--when we were but
Godfrey! for ever holy be the name! a boy from uninhabited isles,
a youth, a man. We felt stronger in the sha“Placed far amid the melancholy main," dow of his arm-happier, bolder, better in the or vast inland glens, where not a summer light of his countenance. He was the proshieling smiles beneath the region of eternal tector-the guardian of our moral being. In
But eagles are subject to diseases in our pastimes we bounded with wilder glee--at flesh, and bone, and blood, just like the veriest our studies we sat with intenser earnestness, poultry that die of croup and consumption on by his side. He it was that taught us how to the dunghill before the byre-door. Sickness feel all those glorious sunsets, and embued our blinds the eye that God framed to pierce the young spirit with the love and worship of na
eas, and weakens the wing that dallies with ture. He it was that taught us to feel that our the tempest. Then the eagle feels how vain evening prayer was no idle ceremony to be is the doctrine of the divine right of kings. hastily gone through--that we might lay down He is hawked at by the mousing owl, whose our head on the pillow, then soon smoothed in instinct instructs him that these talons have sleep, but a command of God, which a response lost their grasp, and these pinions their death- from nature summoned the humble heart to blow. The eagle lies for weeks famished in obey. He it was who for ever had at comhis eyry, and hunger-driven over the ledge, mand wit for the sportive, wisdom for the seleaves it to ascend no more. He is dethroned, rious hour. Fun and frolic flowed in the merry and wasted to mere bones--a bunch of feathers music of his lipsthey lightened from the gay
his flight is now slower than that of the glancing of his eyes and then, all at once, vüzzard-be floats himself along now with | when the one changed its measures, and the
other gathered, as it were, a mist or a cloud, the sky. With him we first followed the Fal. an answering sympathy chained our own con in her flight-he showed us on the Echotongue, and darkened our own countenance, in cliff the Eagle's eyry. To the thicket he led intercommunion of spirit felt to be indeed us where lay couched the lovely-spotted Doe, divine! It seemed as if we knew but the or showed us the mild-eyed creature browsing words of language-that he was a scholar who on the glade with her two fawns at her side. saw into their very essence. The books we But for him we should not then have seen the read together were, every page, and every sen- antlers of the red-deer, for the Forest was tence of every page, all covered over with indeed a most savage place, and haunted light. Where his eye fell not as we read, all such was the superstition at which they who was dim or dark, unintelligible or with imper- scorned it trembled-haunted by the ghost of fect meanings. Whether we perused with him a huntsman whom a jealous rival had mur. a volume writ by a nature like our own, or the dered as he stooped, after the chase, at a little volume of the earth and the sky, or the volume mountain well that ever since oozed out blood. revealed from Heaven, next day we always What converse passed between us two in all knew and felt that something had been added those still shadowy solitudes ! Into what to our being. Thus imperceptibly we grew depths of human nature did he teach our wonup in our intellectual stature, breathing a purer dering eyes to look down! Oh! what was to moral and religious air, with all our finer become of us, we sometimes thought in sadaffections towards other human beings, all our ness that all at once made our spirits sinkkindred and our kind, touched with a dearer like a lark falling suddenly to earth, struck by domestic tenderness, or with a sweet benevo- the fear of some unwonted shadow from above lence that seemed to our ardent fancy to em- -what was to become of us when the manbrace the dwellers in the uttermost regions of date should arrive for him to leave the Manse the earth. No secret of pleasure or pain--of for ever, and sail away in a ship to India never joy or grief-of fear or hope—had our heart more to return! Ever as that dreaded day to withhold or conceal from Emilius Godfrey. drew nearer, more frequent was the haze in He saw it as it beat within our bosom, with all our eyes; and in our blindness, we knew not its imperfections may we venture to say, with that such tears ought to have been far more all its virtues. A repented folly--a confessed rueful still, for that he then lay under orders fault-a sin for which we were truly contrite for a longer and more lamentable voyage-a -a vice flung from us with loathing and with voyage over a narrow streight to the eternal shame-in such moods as these, happier were shore. All-all at once he drooped; on one we to see his serious and his solemn smile, fatal morning the dread decay began-with no than when in mirth and merriment we sat by forewarning, the springs on which his being his side in the social hour on a knoll in the had so lightly---so proudly-so grandly moved, open sunshine, and the whole school were in gave way. Between one Sabbath and another ecstasies to hear tales and stories from his his bright eyes darkened and while all the genius, even like a flock of birds chirping in people were assembled at the sacrament, the their joy all newly-alighted in a vernal land. soul of Emilius Godfrey soared up to Heaven. In spite of that difference in our years or oh! It was indeed a dreadful death, serene and say rather because that very difference did sainted though it were-and not a hall--not a touch the one heart with tenderness and the house--not a hut--not a shieling within all the other with reverence, how often did we two circle of those wide mountains, that did not on wander, like elder and younger brother, in the that night mourn as if it had lost a son. Ali sunlight and the moonlight solitudes! Woods the vast parish attended his funeral-Low-into whose inmost recesses we should have landers and Highlanders in their own garb of quaked alone to penetrate, in his company grief. And have time and tempest now blackwere glad as gardens, through their mostened the white marble of that monument is awful umbrage; and there was beauty in the that inscription now hard to be read—the name shadows of the old oaks. Cataracts—in whose of Emilius Godfrey in green obliteration-nor lonesome thunder, as it pealed into those haply one surviving who ever saw the light pitchy pools, we durst not by ourselves have of the countenance of him there interred ! faced the spray-in his presence, dinn'd with Forgotten as if he had never been! for few a merry music in the desert, and cheerful was were that glorious orphan's kindred-and they the thin mist they cast sparkling up into the lived in a foreign land-forgotten but by one air. Too severe for our uncompanioned spirit, heart, faithful through all the chances and then easily overcome with awe, was the soli- changes of this restless world! And therein tude of those remote inland lochs. But as we enshrined among all its holiest remembrances, walked with him along the winding shores, shall be the image of Emilius Godfrey, till it. how passing sweet the calm of both blue too, like his, shall be but dust and ashes ! depths—how magnificent the white-crested Oh! blame not boys for so soon forgetting waves tumbling beneath the black thunder one another-in absence or in death. Yet forcloud! More beautiful, because our eyes gazed getting is not just the very word; call it rather on it along with his, at the beginning or the a reconcilement to doom and destiny-in thus ending of some sudden storm, the Apparition obeying a benign law of nature that soon of the Rainbow ! Grander in its wildness, streams sunshine over the shadows of the that seemed to sweep at once all the swinging grave. Not otherwise could all the ongoings and stooping woods, to our ear, because his of this world be continued. The nascent spirit too listened, the concerto by winds and waves outgrows much in which it once found all deplayed at midnight, when not one star was in light; and thoughts delightful still, thoughts of the faces and the voices of the dead, perish nor did our old master and minister frownnot, lying sometimes in slumber-sometimes for he grudged not to the boy he loved the in sleep. It belongs not to the blessed season remnant of the dream about to be rolled away and genius of youth, to hug to its heart useless like the dawn's rosy clouds. We demanded and unavailing griefs. Images of the well with our eye--not with our voice-one long beloved, when they themselves are in the holyday, throughout that our last autumn, on mould, come and go, no unfrequent visitants, to the pale farewell blossoms of the Christthrough the meditative hush of solitude. But mas rose. With our rod we went earlier to our main business our prime joys and our the loch or river; but we had not known thoprime sorrows-ought to be-must be with the roughly our own soul-for now we angled less living. Duty demands it; and Love, who passionately-less perseveringly than was our would pine to death over the bones of the dead, wont of yore-sitting in a pensive-a melansoon fastens upon other objects with eyes and choly-a miserable dream, by the dashing voices to smile and whisper an answer to all waterfall or the murmuring wave. With our his vows.
So was it with us. Ere the mid- gun we plunged earlier in the morning into summer sun had withered the flowers that the forest, and we returned later at eve-but spring had sprinkled over our Godfrey's grave, less earnest-less eager were we to hear the youth vindicated its own right to happiness; cushat's moan from his yew-tree—to see the and we felt that we did wrong to visit too often hawk's shadow on the glade, as he hung aloft that corner in the kirkyard. No fears had we on the sky. A thousand dead thoughts came of any too oblivious tendencies; in our dreams to life again in the gloom of the woods—and we saw him-most often all alive as ever we sometimes did wring our hands in an sometimes a phantom away from that grave! agony of grief, to know that our eyes should If the morning light was frequently hard to be not behold the birch-tree brightening there endured, bursting suddenly upon us along with with another spring. the feeling that he was dead, it more frequent- Then every visit we paid to cottage or to ly cheered and gladdened us with resignation, shieling was felt to be a farewell; there was and sent us forth a fit playmate to the dawn something mournful in the smiles on the sweet that rang with all sounds of joy. Again we faces of the ruddy rustics, with their silken found ourselves angling down the river, or snoods, to whom we used to whisper harmless along the loch-once more following the flight love-meanings, in which there was no evil of the Falcon along the woods-eying the guile; we regarded the solemn toil-and-careEagle on the Echo-Cliff. Days passed by, with worn countenances of the old with a profounder out so much as one thought of Emilius God- emotion than had ever touched our hearts in frey-pursuing our pastime with all our pas- the hour of our more thoughtless joy; and the sion, reading our books intently—just as if he whole life of those dwellers among the woods, had never been! But often and often, too, we and the moors, and the mountains, seemed to thought we saw his figure coming down the us far more affecting now that we saw deeper hill straight towards us—his very figure--we into it, in the light of a melancholy sprung could not be deceived—but the love-raised from the conviction that the time was close at ghost disappeared on a sudden-the grief- hand when we should mingle with it no more. woven spectre melted into the mist. The The thoughts that possessed our most secret strength, that formerly had come from his bosom failed not by the least observant to be counsels, now began to grow up of itself with discovered in our open eyes. They who had in our own unassisted being. The world of liked us before, now loved us; our faults, our nature became more our own, moulded and follies, the insolencies of our reckless boymodified by all our own feelings and fancies; hood, were all forgotten; whatever had been and with a bolder and more original eye we our sins, pride towards the poor was never saw the smoke from the sprinkled cottages, among the number; we had shunned not and read the faces of the mountaineers on stooping our head beneath the humblest lintel; their way to their work, or coming and going our mite had been given to the widow who had to the house of God.
lost her own; quarrelsome with the young we Then this was to be our last year in the might sometimes have been, for boyblood is parish—now dear to us as our birth-place; soon heated, and boils before a defying eye; nay, itself our very birth-place-for in it from but in one thing at least we were Spartans, we the darkness of infancy had our soul been revered the head of old age. born. Once gone and away from the
from the region And many at least were the kind--some the of cloud and mountain, we felt that most pro- sad farewells, ere long whispered by us at bably never more should we return. For gloaming among the glens. Let them rest for others, who thought they knew us better than ever silent amidst that music in the memory we did ourselves, had chalked out a future which is felt, not heard-its blessing mute life for young Christopher North—a life that though breathing, like an inarticulate prayer! was sure to lead to honour, and riches, and a But to Thee- palest Phantom-clothed in splendid name. Therefore we determined white raiment, not like unto a ghost risen with with a strong, resolute, insatiate spirit of pas- its grave-clothes to appal, but like a seraph sion, to make the most-the best--of the few descending from the skies to bless-unto Thee months that remained to us, of that our wild, will we dare to speak, as through the mist of free, and romantic existence, as yet untram- years back comes thy yet unfaded beauty, melled by those inexorable laws, which, once charming us, while we cannot choose but weep launched into the world, all alike--young and with the selfsame vision that often glided before old-must obey. Our books were flung aside- lus long ago in the wilderness, and at the sound