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with tenderness, and the other with reverence-how often did we two wander, like elder and younger brother, in the sunlight and the moonlight solitudes! Woods into whose inmost recesses we should have quaked alone to penetrate, in his company were glad as gardens, through their most awful umbrage; and there was beauty in the shadows of the old oaks. Cataracts-in whose lonesome thunder, as it pealed into those pitchy pools, we durst not, by ourselves, have faced the spray-in his presence, dinned with a merry music in the desert, and cheerful was the thin mist they cast sparkling up into the air.
6. Too severe for our unaccompanied spirit, then easily overcome with awe, was the solitude of those remote inland lochs. But as we walked with him along the winding shores, how passing sweet the calm of both blue depths !how magnificent the white-crested waves, tumbling beneath the black thunder-cloud! More beautiful, because our eyes gazed on it along with his, at the beginning or the ending of some sudden storm, the Apparition of the Rainbow. Grander, in its wildness, that seemed to sweep at once all the swinging and stooping woods to our ear, because his too listened, the concerto by winds and waves played at midnight when not one star was in the sky.
7. With him we first followed the falcon in her flighthe showed us on the echo-cliff the eagle's eyry. To the thicket he led us, where lay couched the lovely spotted doe, or showed us the mild-eyed creature browsing on the glade with her two fawns at her side. But for him we should not have seen the antlers of the red-deer, for the forest was indeed a most savage place, and haunted-such was the superstition at which those who scorned it trembled-haunted by the ghost of a huntsman whom a jealous rival had murdered as he stooped, after the chase, at a little mountain-well that ever since oozed out blood. What converse passed between us two in all those still shadowy solitudes! Into what depths of human nature did he teach our wondering eyes to look down!
8. Oh! what was to become of us, we sometimes thought in sadness that all at once made our spirits sink-like a lark falling suddenly to earth, struck by the fear of some unwonted shadow from above—what was to become of us when the mandate should arrive for him to leave the manse forever, and sail away in a ship to India, never more to return! Ever as that dreaded day drew nearer more frequent was the haze in our eyes; and in our blindness we knew not that such tears ought to have been more rueful still, for that he then lay under orders for a longer and more lamentable voyage—a voyage over the narrow strait to the eternal shore.
9. All-all at once he drooped: on one fatal morning the dread decay began-with no forewarning, the springe on which his being had so lightly, so proudly, so grandly moved, gave way. Between one Sabbath and another his bright eyes darkened-and while all the people were assembled at the sacrament, the soul of Emilius Godfrey soared
to heaven. 10. It was indeed a dreadful death, serene and sainted though it were; and not a hall-not a house--not a hutnot a shieling within all the circle of those wide mountains, that did not on that night mourn as if it had lost a son. All the vast parish attended his funeral-Lowlanders and Highlanders—in their own garb of grief.
11. And have time and the tempest now blackened the white marble of that monument?—is that inscription now hard to be read ?--the name of Emilius Godfrey in green obliteration—nor haply one surviving who ever saw the light of the countenance of him there interred? Forgotten as if he had never been! for few were that glorious orphan's kindred, and they lived in a foreign land-forgotten but by one heart; faithful through all the chances and changes of this restless world! And therein enshrined, amongst all its holiest remembrances, shall be the image of Emilius Godfrey, till it too, like his, shall be but dust and ashes.
BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
In their noonday dreams.
The sweet birds every one,
As she dances about the sun.
And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 't is my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Lightning, my pilot, sits ;
It struggles and howls by fits;
This pilot is guiding me,
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardors of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on my airy nest,
As still as a brooding dove.
That orbëd maiden, with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the moon,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
Which only the angels hear,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
Like a swarm of golden bees,
Are each paved with the moon and these.
I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone,
And the moon's with a girdle of pearl;
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Over a torrent sea,
The mountains its columns be.
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
Is the million-colored bow;
While the moist earth was laughing below.
I am the daughter of the earth and water,
And the nursling of the sky;
I change, but I cannot die.
The pavilion of heaven is bare,
Build up the blue dome of air,
And out of the caverns of rain,
P. B. SHELLEY.
CXVII.-WORTH OF HUMAN NATURE..
and what is around thee? The world spreads before thee its sublime mysteries, where the thoughts of sages lose themselves in wonder; the ocean lifts up its eternal anthems to thine ear; the golden sun lights thy path; the wide heavens stretch themselves above thee, and worlds rise upon worlds, and systems beyond systems, to infinity; and dost thou stand in the center of all this, to complain of thy lot and place ? Pupil of that infinite teaching ! minister at Nature's great altar! child of Heaven's favor! ennobled being! redeemed creature! must thou pine in sullen and envious melancholy, amidst the plenitude of the whole creation ?
2. “But thy neighbor is above thee,” thou sayest. What then? What is that to thee? What though the shout of millions rose around him ? What is that to the millionvoiced nature that God has given thee? That shout dies away into the vacant air; it is not his: but thy naturethy favored, sacred, and glorious nature—is thine. It is the reality, to which praise is but a fleeting breath. Thou canst meditate the things which applause but celebrates.
3. In that thou art a man, thou art infinitely exalted