LEONARD. And that then is his grave! - Before his death If he had one, the youth had twenty homes. LEONARD. And you believe, then, that his mind was easy?— PRIEST. Yes, long before he died, he found that time Is a true friend to sorrow; and unless His thoughts were turn'd on Leonard's luckless fortune, He talk'd about him with a cheerful love. LEONARD. He could not come to an unhallow'd end! Nay, God forbid ! PRIEST. You recollect I mention'd A habit which disquietude and grief Had brought upon him; and we all conjectured He there had fallen asleep; that in his sleep Had walk'd, and from the summit had fallen headlong. And so, no doubt, he perish'd: at the time, We guess, that in his hands he must have held The Priest here ended The Stranger would have thank'd him, but he felt The power of speech. Both left the spot in silence; And, sitting down beneath the trees, review'd He travell❜d on to Egremont: and thence, That it was from the weakness of his heart He had not dared to tell him who he was. This done, he went on shipboard, and is now II. ARTEGAL AND ELIDURE. (SEE THE CHRonicle of geofFREY OF MONMOUTH, AND MILTON'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND.) WHERE be the Temples which, in Britain's Isle, Ere Julius landed on her white-cliffed shore, To fatal dissolution; and, I ween, No vestige then was left that such had ever been. Nathless, a British record (long concealed A brood whom no civility could melt, "Who never tasted grace, and goodness ne'er had felt." By brave Corineus aided, he subdued, Whence all the fix'd delights of house and home, O, happy Britain! region all too fair Thus fares it still with all that takes its birth From human care, or grows upon the breast of earth. Hence, and how soon! that war of vengeance waged Till she, in jealous fury unassuaged, Had slain his Paramour with ruthless sword: Then, into Severn hideously defiled, She flung her blameless child, Sabrina,-vowing that the stream should bear That name through every age, her hatred to declare. |