furnishing that house, and she added with pride that she had lived in her youth in the family of Lady Egerton, who was no high lady, and now was in the habit of coming to her house whenever she was at Jedburgh, and a hundred other things; for when she once began with Lady Egerton, she did not know how to stop, nor did I wish it, for she was very entertaining. Mr Scott sat with us an hour or two, and repeated a part of the Lay of the Last Minstrel. When he was gone our hostess came to see if we wanted anything, and to wish us goodnight. On all occasions her manners were governed by the same spirit: there was no withdrawing one's attention from her. We were so much interested that William, long afterwards, thought it worth while to express in verse the sensations which she had excited, and which then remained as vividly in his mind as at the moment when we lost sight of Jedburgh." (From Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal, Sept. 20, 1803.)-ED. [This was actually composed the last day of our tour between Dalston and Grasmere.] FLY, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale ! 1 1 1836. Fly, some kind spirit, fly to Grasmere Vale! 1815. Glad tidings! spread them over field and height, The kitten frolic with unruly might, 1815. 1815. The happy kitten bound with frolic might, 1827. And from that Infant's face let joy appear; While we have wandered over wood and wild Smile on his Mother now with bolder cheer. "Sunday, September 25, 1803.-A beautiful autumnal day. Breakfasted at a public-house by the road-side; dined at Threlkeld; arrived at home between eight and nine o'clock, where we found Mary in perfect health, Joanna Hutchinson with her, and little John asleep in the clothes-basket by the fire." (From Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal, 1803.) ED. THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY. A TALE TOLD BY THE FIRE-SIDE, AFTER RETURNING TO THE [The story was told me by George Mackereth, for many years parishclerk of Grasmere. He had been an eye-witness of the occurence. The vessel in reality was a washing-tub, which the little fellow had met with on the shores of the Loch.] Now we are tired of boisterous joy, There! take your seat, and let me see That you can listen quietly: And, as I promised, I will tell That strange adventure which befel A poor blind Highland Boy. A Highland Boy!-why call him so? He ne'er had seen one earthly sight, Or fish in stream, or bird in bower, And yet he neither drooped nor pined, For God took pity on the Boy, And was his friend; and gave him joy His Mother, too, no doubt, above For, was she here, or was she there, And proud she was of heart, when, clad 1 II. 1836. In land where many a mountain towers, 1807. A dog, too, had he; not for need, And then the bagpipes he could blow- Than did the poor blind Boy. Yet he had many a restless dream; Beside a lake their cottage stood, For to this lake, by night and day And rivers large and strong:* See the In Memoriam of Tennyson, stanza XIX. ED. Then hurries back the road it came- As long as earth shall last. And, with the coming of the tide, Come boats and ships that safely ride Between the woods and lofty rocks; And to the shepherds with their flocks Bring tales of distant lands. And of those tales, whate'er they were, Yet more it pleased him, more it stirred, The shouting, and the jolly cheers; In stillness or in storm. But what do his desires avail? For he must never handle sail; Nor mount the mast, nor row, nor float In sailor's ship, or fisher's boat, Upon the rocking waves. His Mother often thought, and said, The danger is so great." |