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immortal essence comprehends the truth of the guised. That which throws so sweet and soft being and attributes of God, and links each orb, a glory on his path now, is the same which as it rolls majestically along the infinitude of will illumine his future home with all the splenspace, with its divine Creator ? Take away this dours of an infinite day. knowledge, and where is nature's enchanting And if this principle delights in the hills and grace? Enlarge the conception, increase the dales of earth, it cannot fail to reap a kindred love, etherealize the whole man, and then tell pleasure when quickened and enlarged under us if you do not, with a quicker ken, and a the eternal sunshine of heaven. Did death higher affection, and a loftier spirituality, be- change this new nature, this new being, then hold in this magnificent universe a brighter our argument fails ; but death does not change illustration of the Eternal's power and goodness, it; the divine life is already a part of the future than ye did when girt around with ignorance existence; and if it is gratified with a leaf or and bounded in by a feeble and glimmering flower here, it will be equally gratified with a light?

leaf or flower there. If, then, it is the soul that adorns this out- But still there may remain the objectionspreading creation, may it not be conceived we shall be as the angels. We believe this, that as the soul progresses in purity and holi- because Christ has told us so: but it is no real ness, so will it throw around the visible universe objection; it is rather a proof of our proposition. a deeper and a sweeter beauty? Let man We have seen that those spiritual natures posawake to love, and immediately what was sess a perception of beauty, and an appreciating dull and meaningless before, becomes at once taste for the outward loveliness of the universe, speaking and full of expression; tints of when they sent up immortal harmonies as the Paradise are seen streaking the horizon with birth-star glistened in this lower world. If, orient hues; flowers of Eden waft their per- therefore, they can reap joy and delight from fumes over the earth; a fairer and a softer light the manifold glories of creation, and as we are beams from the sky; each cloud is more di- to be like them, it follows that we, too, shall vinely bright; each star sparkles with an in- receive a deep and glowing gratification from tenser lustre; the grass is clothed with a the same exquisite objects. greener verdure; a deep, delicious music is in The Banks of Tamar breathes the same spirit every sound ; the winds chant a more exquisite and tone as Dartmoor, and has all its descriptive song'; the roll of ocean's waves is subdued to beauty and liquid tenderness. Our limits forbid a gentle liquid cadence; love veils the creation us to cull any of its fragrant flowers; we therewith a thousand graces; there is a freshness fore turn to the minor pieces, several of which and a loveliness as of spring.

are, perhaps, more strikingly characteristic of Now it is well known that the world was the their author. There is much sublimity in The same before we dreamt of love, and yet what Storm and The Gamester, both of which are difference !-how is this ?—what is the cause? written in a masterly manner. How fine is the -the soul-that has become spiritualized; the following :mind is changed, not the universe; in its purer Narrow the entrance. Two misshapen rocks feelings and aspirations, the earth has put on Rushed up on either hand, and overhung all the dewy charms of a new creation.

Awhile the darkened path, but all within If, then, the universe appears so much more

Lay in the golden sunshine. Soon was heard

The low, sweet music of a thousand :ills beautiful when the spirit becomes alive to its

Crossing the sward luxuriant, and the rush own nature, with what a deeper majesty will it Of mightier streams was heard, that, far off, leaped be invested when that spirit is made perfect in

Into the echoing valley. Wider spread love! In heaven we shall be thus perfect; and

The glen; and darker, higher rose the cliffs,

And greenly grew the beautiful moist grass ; it will be there, too, that each sense will be

And brighter bloomed the flowers-such flowers as love gratified with every sweet and lovely form. A mountain home; and from the clefts the broom The perceptions will be more exquisite, the

Looked out; and in the sunshine smiled the heath

The bonny heath; and in that valley's breeze taste faultless, the ear more attuned to godlike

Waved from the precipice the light-leaved ash; music, the eye breathing out a deeper ocean of And here and there the aged, stunted oak eternal tenderness, and the soul more capable Leaned o'er the crumbling brink. At once the war

Of rock and river burst upon the eye of adorning earth, sea, and sky with inexpres

And ear astonished. High above, the streams, sible glories. Jehovah's creation shall then

Fed from exhaustless founts, rushed headlong on, stand in our estimation higher than it ever stood Where, all uninjured, lay the mountain rocks before, and stir up every feeling of our heart to

Magnificently strewed, and broke the power

That broke in thunder through them, and upflung praise, and magnify, and laud the Everlasting

Their sun-touched foam-wreaths to the pleasant gale One.

That played around inconstant. Spiritualize our nature, and you, as it were,

Broader now create anew the earth; deaden its finer energies The broken stream rolled onwards, yet deprived and thoughts, and you darken the universe of

Of half its fierceness. By the opposing rocks

It swept, in beautiful motion, and the eye God.

Looked on the bright confusion-looked and beamed But, it may be said, that at death man will With pleasure, and a gentle calm diffused be changed. We cannot admit this : for if he Its influence o'er the spirit, as the tones has been renewed by the Holy Ghost, he already

Most musical, through all the languid noon,

Rose of the broad blue waters. possesses eternal life; that principle which will

Pleasantly wholly influence him in heaven has already Were interspersed green islets-loved retreats dawned; his celestial being has commenced;

Of birds that love the streams. The river flowed his holier existence begun. It is, we know,

Darkly beneath the leafage-dark and calm

A moment-and again, with voice far heard, but a mere glimmering of light, but still it is

Rushed o'er its pure and glittering bed. The bank the beam of that same sun: this cannot be dis- Now rose precipitous, and from the brink,

Broken into a thousand bays, the trees,

when the birds sing in the woods, and the butIn strange association with the cliffs,

terfly roves amid the myriad flowers; when Again upclimbed the slopes. Bock, bush, and flower Were there in sweetest union. Hardy, old,

the corn waves in the fields, and the hedgerows Stunted, yet vigorous, the oak outflung

Hling out their unnumbered sweets; and when His arms above the crag; his scalp was bare

the sky is all one unclouded blue. The very And lifeless as that crag he shadowed: struck

month” is entwined with memories of joy and By time or lightning--yet a living thing Still joying in the sunshine.

gladness; and although May is more refreshing Midway yawned

and invigorating, still June breathes a softer A cavern; and bright, and bursting from its jaws and more delicious voluptuousness. Into the day, a highland torrent flashed

On the first day of this glorious month we Upon the eye. Adown the wooded slopes,

set off; it was a beautiful morning; the carols Leaping from steep to steep, it came, and flung Its music on the air of that wild place

of the birds, the fine azure heavens, the luxuWild, yet most beautiful. A silver shower

riant foliage, the woodbine and rose and elder Eternal drizzled there; and near it grew

waving in the hedges, and the quiet loveliness The moisture-loving moss, arrayed in green That rivalled the clear emerald ; and plants

of nature, filled the heart with a rapturous joy. Of freshest leaf, and flowers that fill their cups

We rode onward, passing the gates of old and With mountain dews, but wither in the beam

venerable halls, and through several villages, Of southern skies. One solitary bird,

with their rustic cottages and ancient churches. To the deep voices of that waterfall, Responsive sung a strange but lovely strain,

The road was finely wooded until we entered Like the soft gurgling which the streamlets make, Derbyshire; then, instead of green hedges, and Sweet playing with the pebbles. Never sound

thick underwood, and wide spreading plantaWithin that holy sanctuary rise Ruder than bird's heart-refreshing strains.

tions, we saw nothing but dull stone walls and Or voice of winds, or the undying flow

far-stretched fields. We continued our journey, Of the complaining waters !

and at length saw before us Dovedale--the

valley of the Dove! and to one whose love of This graphic description recals to our mind creation is a passion, and the all-absorbing in. the beautiful valley of the Dove. Many years fluence, there is no scene more soothing than a have flown by since we wandered along the still and lonely dell. Every tumultuous emobanks of its limpid waters ; but time has not tion is calmed; every feeling subdued; there robbed those long-remembered hours of their is an air of undisturbed repose which contrasts charming sweets; rather hath it added a deeper strangely with the bustle of life. The appearand diviner witchery. There is ever something ance of the vale from the distance is very peculiarly soothing in reviewing those spots striking; its wild simplicity, its high hills, its one visits in youth: the spirit instinctively dark green shrubs, its scattered sheep, its grey turns with a pleasing, though pensive, delight sides seen just as the sun is sinking westward, to those bright and sunny seasons; their scenes and the breeze begins to play, are not without become part of the soul; and when the dark a thrilling and binding power. clouds of sorrow shut out the clear, blue hea- The memories of the past came over us. vens, we return to them as to some shady, Here, in days gone by, lingered the good old forest-embosomed home, where the storm and Izaak Walton, and his friend Cotton; here, the blast and the hurricane are never heard, too, the open-hearted Goldsmith, and Sir Humand around which the wild flowers blossom and phrey Davy, and Byron, and James Montgobloom eternally.

mery have rambled. All have spoken of its In this manner have we often lived over again charms, but none with so much grace and the period we spent at Dovedale. Associations beauty as the venerable angler: he has shed roll a deeper beauty over its fair features. We a hallowed influence on stream, and hill, and have since visited its region of loveliness; no dale; and to one whom he had enchanted with blight was there: changes had taken place in his mellowed page, this dell could not otherwise the interval among mankind, but this spot stood than be deeply interesting. Around the region untouched. The face of friendship had grown he has thrown a classical loveliness; by its clear pale, and the grave had upheaved its earth to waters did he stroll, and often would he pause receive the forms of those beloved ones whose and drink in the glory of creation. How elosmile was light to our dwelling; but this se- quently would he talk of honey-suckle hedges, cluded and peaceful dell looked as fresh and as and April showers, and sunny skies, and odorgay as when first beheld. We gazed on each ous grass, and meadows sprinkled with the well-known rock, and each unforgotten scene, daisy and the cowslip ; indeed, so great was as upon some long-cherished companion. Ah, his love for this stream, that a cottage was how often had it refreshed the soul when op- raised in one of its most romantic nooks for the pressed and heavy laden! Yes, and we have reception of fishers, and over the door was turned from the lofty Ben Lomond, and the inscribed the cipher of his own and his brother's blue summits of Snowden, and the secluded name. It remains much the same as when banks of Eamont's stream, and deemed this first erected, and the description of Viator is simple valley, with its splintered rocks, its dark not unsuitable to its present condition: “It green foliage, its beautiful flowers, its clear stands in a kind of peninsula, with a delicate river, and its memories of olden times, even clear river about it; I am the most pleased with a sweeter and calmer rest from the toil of exist- | this little house of anything I ever saw,

I dare ence, and a more peaceful and unbroken haven hardly go in, lest I should not like it so well for the aspirations of the spirit.

within as without; but by your leave I'll try. It was the leafy month of June that we Why, this is better and better : fine lights, chose for our visit to Dovedale, when the gale finely wainscoted, and all exceeding neat, with is burdened with the scent of new-made hay; a marble table in the middle!”

The beautiful spots of Nature receive much dale at this time was awfully grand. Our feelof their fascinating charm from the associations ings were inexpressible: in a glen-hearing wherewith they are surrounded : the mind of the rush of waters—the lone star serving to man throws a more hallowed loveliness over make darkness visible--at intervals a bird flitcreation; the lovely scene becomes yet more ting by- the boughs voiceless — the drowsy lovely by his power, the universe may be sub- tinkling of the sheep-bell borne on the breeze lime, the earth may be fair, the ocean may be were beautifully sublime! In such an hour the shrouded in with grandeur as of eternity; thoughts were led to subjects of strange import : but sublime and fair, and grand as these may never shall we forget the thrilling sensibility be, still do they put on a more thrilling magni- that almost overpowered our bosom. From ficence when touched by the Immortal. earth the spirit ascended to the Eternal_it

Dovedale is about four miles north-west of felt itself to be a part of the Everlasting Mind ; Ashbourne-a pretty, old-fashioned town, con- and then again it returned to earth. Might taining one of the most beautiful churches in not this be the only land wherein the banner of the kingdom, and an ancient grammar-school. rebellion was unfurled and uplifted, was the Ashbourne also possesses a peculiar interest fancy that crossed over the soul, — whether from the visits of Johnson, and from Prince transgression had dimmed the glories of yonder Charles Stuart having twice passed through its world, which now twinkled so brightly in the streets with his brave followers, in the memo- dark hemisphere, or whether it was the abode rable 1745.

of peace, was a question continually started : The length of the sweet valley is nearly three it was in accordance with the pensive shadows miles ; and its breadth in no part exceeds more of the night, and blended with all the emotions than a quarter, whilst in many places it is so of the heart. narrow as scarcely to leave a passage for its We sat at the evening repast in silence; our beautiful river. Its stream divides Stafford- thoughts were strangely solemn, our dreams shire from Derbyshire, the sides of which pre- partook of the same character. In a lonely dell gent somewhat different features : whilst the we walked, and then the soul seemed lifted banks of the former are clothed with a luxuri- aloft into the pure ether, and there were scenes ant vegetation, the banks of the latter are of wonder, and glorious beauty, and mighty destitute of shrub and tree. The hills that shapes, and low liquid melodies, and flowers of shut in this romantic dale are very steep, every hue and every form, and skies serenely and their sharp-pointed rocks, overgrown with bright, and dwellings rose-clu red, lovely as ivy, and moss, and lichen, peering upwards the opening dawn; and then again we were amongst the green summer foliage, have the rambling along the dark, dim, solitary valley, appearance of ruined castles and time-worn and we listened to its rushing waters, and minsters: over all is cast an unruffled stillness, gazed upon the silver light of its single star, which the low dashing of the water does little and thought —! to disturb.

The soft, still radiance of day came stealing We put up at the inn called after the vene- in at the window, and awoke us: our eye rable name of Izaak Walton, and from which turned instinctively towards the dell. Soon the entrance of the dell is seen. In a few after breakfast, we started on our way to Ilam moments, we commenced our walk down the Hall, the seat of Jesse Watts Russell, Esq., valley, first passing across a rustic bridge. M.P. After crossing the river Manifold, by Silence sat upon every object, which the mur- a neat bridge, we soon arrived at the entrance murings of the stream seemed to deepen:

gates. A pretty path led to the church. We can be more picturesque and beautiful than its love to see a good old English church! Those varied scenes : at one time all is ruined and dear grey piles, with their spires and towers, desolated with dashing waters ; at another, are the pride of our villages, the beauty of our gentle and romantic in the extreme. At length cities, and the glory of our land : “Crowning we reached the Reynard's Cave : before it rises a flowery slope it stood alone in gracious sanca magnificent arch, and from beneath, one of tity.” The ancient fane, overgrown with dark the finest views may be obtained. This spot green ivy, presents a very picturesque appearpossesses a mournful interest from the follow

ance; its exterior is plain and neat; the prining fact; and beautiful as is this scene, yet cipal object of attraction here is the mausoleum, does the sad account invest it with a lovelier containing a sculptured group, by Chantry, in shade. A dignitary of the church, Dr. Langton, memory of Pike Watts, Esq., the father of the Dean of Clogher, while on a visit at Longford late Mrs. Watts Russell. It is a small gothic Hall, in July, 1761, spent a day at Dovedale, chapel, of octagonal shape, ected on the north and on returning, he proposed to ride up this side of the church: the monument is exquisite. steep acclivity, when Miss La Roche, a lady of The venerable old man is represented as bestowthe party, proposed to accompany him on the ing his parting blessing on his daughter and her same horse. In its attempt upwards, the animal | little ones during the midnight hour. The fell, and the clergyman received such injuries effect is strikingly solemn; every surrounding that he died in a few hours; the youthful com- | object is shut out from view by the dim religious panion was, however, more fortunate, and es- glass of the windows: the light falls on the caped with a few slight bruises. Gazing from features of parent and children with peculiar under this vast archway upon the scene below, softness; it is richly radiated with a calm, quiet the mind soon puts on a solemnity of thought loveliness ; it is a spot, once seen, never forgotand feeling.

ten; its stillness, and its mellowed beams, and We began to return about nine; only one its touching memorial, leave their remembrance single star shot forth its solitary light, and the on the soul


From here, we proceeded to the mansion, their memories added a deeper romance to the “which is built of stone; its outline and ele- dell. vation are remarkably good; its style is a In the evening, we ascended Thorpe Cloud, compound of Saxon, Tudor, and Elizabethan. a steep hill that overlooks the valley; a few A fine oriel window occupies a conspicuous sheep were scattered on its sides. The winds and central position in the princ pal front, to had risen, and blew tremendously; the shathe right of which appear the painted windows dows of night came slowly down; the waters, of the entrance; a hanging garden supported on and the dell, and the splintered rocks, and the arches forms a bold projection on the left ; foliage, and the wild flower, were soon enwhile, towering high above the other parts of veloped in gloom; the fine sun had departed, the edifice, rises the flag-turret, a noble and and a few gleams of sullen grandeur were all characteristic feature in the pile. When the that could be distinguished in the distant flag is hoisted, fanned as it is by the mountain horizon; the gale rushed furiously up the breezes, its crimson drapery may be seen waving mountain ; a light or two glimmered in the at a great distance, and in some points of view, darkness, issuing, perhaps, from some secluded where it peeps forth, the effect is most beautiful; home. We sat in silence; our thoughts were to the left, and likewise in the rear of the tinged with a sweet solemnity; the calm beauty mansion, a hanging wood of great richness and of the day, and the fair loveliness of creation, beauty clothes the declivities of a precipitous and the romantic dell, and the time-worn buildhill, at the base of which lies the rocky bed of | ings of former years, and the ancient churches, the river Manifold: the same wood sweeping and the exquisite monumental record of a child's round to the eastward, forms an admirable affection, had disposed the mind to serious background to the picture; while on the right musing; the sheep-bell, borne upwards by the are seen the mountains of Dovedale, which sounding wind, awoke us from our meditative have an air of dreary grandeur, contrasting trance, and we descended to the inn, softened, strangely with the luxuriance of the wooded subdued, and calmed. hills on the left."

The following day, we took our last look at After spending some time in the grounds, Dovedale; we lingered among its winding and viewing the spot where Congreve wrote sheep-tracks, and its hills, and its beautiful walks several of his plays, we passed along fields along the gushing stream, and its meadows, covered with daisies and yellow kingcups, and and its romantic scenes, in that gaze. On our sweetly scented with their many hedges, until way to Friar's Wood, we visited Alton Towe we came to Blore church. It is a fine old and Wotton Lodge; and though not connected church, and its village quite rustic; it was with this quiet dell, still, as they were beheld formerly the demesne and seat of the Bassetts ; during the same visit, they are for ever associbut their glory has faded. We were shown ated with it. After a ride of nine miles, we over the sacred edifice, which, although much came upon the former-it is the splendid seat dilapidated, is not devoid of beauty; here are a of the Earl of Shrewsbury; its style is the few monumental records of its former lords ; modern Gothic, and when seen at a distance, the solemn quietness, and calm, mellowed light with its rising towers, its effect is very imposing. which prevailed, suited our mood; the ivy had Its grounds are, however, the chief attraction ; stolen through the roof, and within its walls a and here we have the dark, green foliage, and bird had built her nest.

the beautiful flowers, and the cooling waters, We turned from the sacred pile, and rested and the murmuring fountains, and the highourselves for awhile at the parsonage; the domed conservatories, and the sculptured social blessedness of its inmates was no mean marble, and the antique vases, and the romantic appendage to the church. We then ascended cottages, reposing in the quietude and enchantsome hills that led us back to Dovedale, and ing loveliness of a long-extended valley-it is rambled again among its romantic scenes. The as some oriental dream. sun was now in mid-heaven; every breeze From here a short stroll brought us to Wotlagged ; the murmuring of the waters sounded ton Lodge. Never were we more delighted strangely in this spot of unruffled silence; the with a mansion; it is a castellated building, trees and shrubs, and rocks uprearing their standing embosomed in well-wooded hills. It sides to the sky, clothed with lichens and moss was garrisoned by the royalists during the and thyme, and the clear stream, sweetly flow- civil wars, and defended by Sir Richard Fleeting through its banks, adorned with wild flowers, wood, but was soon taken by the Parliamentalooked beautiful and gay beneath the serene rians. “It is situated in as solemnly striking blue of day: it was a place for silent musing a solitude," writes Howitt, “as one can weli and delicious dreams ; its charms had power to conceive: it stands up aloft, on a natural terrace loosen imagination's wings—and how wide overlooking a deep winding glen, and surwere its flights ! Combinations of all richest rounded by sloping uplands, deep masses of sounds rolled on the ear; and there was music wood, and the green heights of Weaver, in a in the cloudless firmament and the fair earth : situation of solitary beauty, which exceedingly we rambled along winding, sheep-tracks, and delighted me. Not a person was visible throughoften sat us down beneath some impending out the profoundly silent scene; scarcely a rock. The river glided onwards, now purling house was within view. I ascended to the front in sweet melody, and now rushing down some of the lodge, and stood in admiration of its small cataract with hoarse music : the voice of aspect: its tall, square bulk of dark grey stone, birds had ceased; creation lay still and motion- with its turreted front, full of large, square less beneath the noontide heat. Walton and mullioned windows; its paved court, and ample Cotton were not forgotten in this quiet season- flight of steps ascending to its porched door;

its old garden, with terraces and pleached hedges of creation; you hear the murmuring of the on the south slope belowit; and deep again below rippling waters, and the deep, low sounds of that, dark ponds visible amongst the wild growth the wild woods. of trees. The house stood, without a smoke, He was nature itself-as divine, as rich, as without a sign of life or movement about it, in delicious ; like some “airy voyager on life's the broad sunshine of noon. I advanced, and stream, his mind inhaled the fragrance of a rang the bell in the porch, but no one answered thousand shores, and drank of endless pleasures ine. It was, for all the world, like a hall of old under halcyon skies ;” he seemed to float on romance laid under an enchanted spell. I rang softest clouds; he was the incense of flowers ; again, but all was silent. I descended the everything he said was music—“The same that flight of steps, and paced the grey pavement of rises over vernal groves, mingied with the the court, and was about to withdraw, when an breath of morning, and the perfumes of the old woman opened the casement in the highest wild hyacinth;" he weltered in sweets; he story, and said, in a slow, dreamy voice, “I am talked of beauty; and there were silver sounds. coming down.'

No man, before nor after, imaged the universe Ere twilight had again darkened the earth, more truly: the fair and blushing charms of we reached our pleasant home, with the beauty heaven and earth glow in all his paintings, of Dovedale and its adjacent scenery engraven and he was sublime; his Hyperion is a magon the heart for ever.

nificent and massive fragment. The boy had a gigantic soul; it was endowed with grandeur

and tremendous power. COLERIDGE.

It is true, he has written much nonsense; COLERIDGE—the dreamer, as many term him but it is sweet nonsense. Other men's is harsh -was one of the most remarkable of men. It and grating; but this is as a lively strain of is his very dreaminess that we love: many are music; it took the hue and colouring of his the beautiful, wild, and sublime combinations own star-lit fancy; he bathed in the blue emthat we have in gentle slumberings. Indeed, pyrean, and afterwards slept and dreamt on a some of our loveliest pictures have been pre- bed of amaranths. How exquisite his opening sented in dreams : there has been richer line in Endymion : "A thing of beauty is a joy colouring, and a softer tint, and a browner for ever!” It is dropping with nectar: the shade, and a more unruffled calm, and a more sweet, soft streams meandering through flowery hallowed quietude, and more magnificent meadows; “ trees, young and old, sprouting bursts of melody, and fresher breezes, and more a shady boon for simple sheep;" "a crocus silvery tones, and more delicious scents, and a bursting out of the ground and blushing with fairer moon, and a more resplendent sun, and its own golden light;" the serene blue of more spiritual beauty breathing from the stars, heaven; the chiming brook; the slant beam and deeper music in the hum of bee and song of the sun lighting up some dark copse; the of bird, and a darker forest foliage, and a more murmur of gnats in the calm eventide of sumsoothing twilight, and more enchanting day- mer; the chirping of birds in the low dell; breaks, and looks more piercing, and glances “wild thyme, and valley-lilies whiter still more tender, and vows more fervent, and aspi- than Leda's love;" the dew sparkling gem-like rations higher, and loftier, and more majestic. on the grass, “caught from the early sobbing of

Keats, too, was a dreamer-he could “dream the morn;" the kindling dawn; the new fresh deliciously.” He may be wanting in masculine spring " when first the whitethorn blows;” energy, and tremendous power; but he fully "a bush of May-flowers with the bees about makes up for this in sweetness of thought and them;' “ the mid-forest brake, rich with a diction ; he melts his readers; his lines are sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms;” the purluscious; he is the very spirit of love ; his ple butterfly; the orange-blossom; the silver Endymion is full of all charming things; it is ray glancing through the green leaves, as they the dream of a soul redolent of earth's freshness, tremble in the breeze; “ daffodils that come and earth's glory. He is one of the most lux- before the swallow dares, and take the winds urious of writers; his verses tremble with sweet- of March with beauty ; the sound of the ness; they are flower-scented and flower-tinted; village bell; “clumps of woodbine taking the there is the odour of the rose, and woodbine, soft wind upon their summer thrones ;” “ the and pink ; "they are like the scent of a bank shells on the sea-sand;" the low cottage, with of violets, faint and rich, which the gale sud- the vine climbing its windows; the steeple of denly conveys in a different direction;” the

some old church; the child playing with its soft blue sky, and the light green meadows, companion; the infant reposing on the fond and the silver voice of the lark, and the gentle bosom of its mother; the first prayer ; the music of the trees, and the melody of streams, domestic hymn, are all things of beauty, and and the black tresses of woman, and woman's are joys for ever! tenderness and devotedness, and the unutter- Coleridge is master of imperishable thought; able bliss of pure attachment, and the eternal many of his strains cannot die away; they language of imperishable faith, are visioned in breathe the music of immortality: his verse is his poetry : they become vital ; they live. It inspired with all the divinity of poetry; it is is like some old garden, where every shape steeped in the essence of eternity; its mighty and form of beauty suns itself beneath the sum- influences sweep over the spirit as everlasting mer heaven, but which has been neglected symphonies from an angel's harp. There is both and forgotten. There is a wild luxuriance, a a subtle beauty and a stirring grandeur about straggling and endless wealth ; his words seem them: they kindle the enthusiasm of the soul ; dipped in honey; he revels in the calm serenity they move the keenest sensibilities of the heart.


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