Allured him, sunk so low in self-respect
As there to linger, there to eat his bread,
Hired Minstrel of voluptuous blandishment;
Charining the air with skill of hand or voice,
Listen who would, be wrought upon who might,
Sincerely wretched Hearts, or falsely gay.
-Truths I record to many known, for such
The not unfrequent tenor of his boast

In ears that relished the report ;—but all
Was from his Parents happily concealed ;
Who saw enough for blame and pitying love.
They also were permitted to receive

His last, repentant breath; and closed his eyes,
No more to open on that irksome world

Where he had long existed in the state

Of a young Fowl beneath one Mother hatched, Though from another sprung-of different kind : Where he had lived, and could not cease to live, Distracted in propensity; content

With neither element of good or ill;

And yet in both rejoicing; man unblest ;

Of contradictions infinite the slave,

Till his deliverance, when Mercy made him

One with Himself, and one with those who sleep."

""Tis strange," observed the Solitary, "strange

It seems, and scarcely less than pitiful

That in a Land where Charity provides

For all who can no longer feed themselves,

A Man like this should choose to bring his shame

To the parental door; and with his sighs
Infect the air which he had freely breathed

In happy infancy. He could not pine,
Whencee'er rejected howsoe'er forlorn,

Through lack of converse, no, he must have found
Abundant exercise for thought and speech
In his dividual Being, self-reviewed,

Self-catechized, self-punished.-Some there are
Who, drawing near their final Home, and much
And daily longing that the same were reached,
Would rather shun than seek the fellowship
Of kindred mold.-Such haply here are laid.”

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"Yes," said the Priest," the Genius of our Hills

Who seems, by these stupendous barriers cast
Round his Domain, desirous not alone
To keep his own, but also to exclude

All other progeny, doth sometimes lure,

Even by this studied depth of privacy,
The unhappy Alien hoping to obtain
Concealment, or seduced by wish to find,
In place from outward molestation free,
Helps to internal ease. Of many such
Could I discourse; but as their stay was brief
So their departure only left behind
Fancies, and loose conjectures. Other trace
Survives, for worthy mention, of a Pair

Who, from the pressure of their several fates,
Meeting as Strangers, in a petty Town

Whose blue roofs ornament a distant reach

Of this far-winding Vale, remained as Friends
True to their choice; and gave their bones in trust
To this loved Cemetery, here to lodge

With unescutcheoned privacy interred

Far from the Family-vault.-A Chieftain One
By right of birth; within whose spotless breast

The fire of ancient Caledonia burned.

He, with the foremost whose impatience hailed
The Stuart, landing to resume, by force
Of arms, the crown which Bigotry had lost,
Arouzed his clan; and, fighting at their head,

With his brave sword endeavoured to prevent
Culloden's fatal overthrow.-Escaped

From that disastrous rout, to foreign shores

He fled; and when the lenient hand of Time

Those troubles had appeased, he sought and gained,
For his obscured condition, an obscure

Retreat, within this nook of English ground.

-The Other, born in Britain's southern tract, Had fixed his milder loyalty, and placed

His gentler sentiments of love and hate,

There, where they placed them who in conscience prized

The new succession, as a line of Kings

Whose oath had virtue to protect the Land

Against the dire assaults of Papacy

And arbitrary Rule. But launch thy Bark

On the distempered flood of public life,

And cause for most rare triumph will be thine

If, spite of keenest eye and steadiest hand,

The Stream, that bears thee forward, prove not, soon

Or late, a perilous Master. He, who oft,
Under the battlements and stately trees
That round his Mansion cast a sober gloom,
Had moralized on this, and other truths

Of kindred import, pleased and satisfied,
Was forced to vent his wisdom with a sigh
Heaved from the heart in fortune's bitterness
When he had crushed a plentiful estate

By ruinous Contest, to obtain a Seat

In Britain's Senate. Fruitless was the attempt:

And while the uproar of that desperate strife
Continued yet to vibrate on his ear,

The vanquished Whig, beneath a borrowed name, (For the mere sound and echo of his own Haunted him with sensations of disgust

Which he was glad to lose) slunk from the World
To the deep shade of these untravelled Wilds;
In which the Scottish Laird had long possessed
An undisturbed Abode.-Here, then, they met,
Two doughty Champions; flaming Jacobite
And sullen Hanoverian! You might think
That losses and vexations, less severe

Than those which they had severally sustained,
Would have inclined each to abate his zeal
For his ungrateful cause; no,—I have heard
My reverend Father tell that, mid the calm
Of that small Town encountering thus, they filled,