TALES OF THE NORTH RIDING.

BY STEPHEN YORKE.

For I have learned

To look on nature, not as in the hour

Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes

The still, sad music of humanity.-

WORDSWORTH.

IN TWO VOLUMES.

VOL II.

LONDON:

SMITH, ELDER AND CO., 15, WATERLOO PLACE.

SQUIRE HESILDENE'S SORROW.

As the sun,

Ere it is risen, sometimes paints its image
In the atmosphere, so often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
And in to-day already walks to-morrow.-

COLERIDGE: From the German of Schiller.

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