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By time and grief ennobled, not subdued;
Though from his height descending, day by day,
And, as his upward look at once betrayed,
Blind as old Homer. At a fount he sate,
Well-known to many a weary traveller ;
His little guide, a boy not seven years old,
But grave, considerate beyond his years,
Sitting beside him. Each had ate his crust
In silence, drinking of the virgin-spring;
And now in silence as their custom was,
The sun's decline awaited.—But the child
Was worn with travel. Heavy sleep weighed down
His eye-lids; and the grandsire, when we came,
Emboldened by his love and by his fear,
His fear lest night o'ertake them on the road,
Humbly besought me to convey them both
A little onward. Such small services
Who can refuse ?-Not I; and him who can,
Blest though he be with every earthly gift,
I cannot envy. He, if wealth be his,
Knows not its uses. So from noon till night,
With a crazed and tattered vehicle,
That yet displayed, in old emblazonry,
A shield as splendid as the Bardi wear,
We lumbered on together; the old man
Beguiling many a league of half its length,
When questioned the adventures of his life,
And all the dangers he had undergone:
His shipwrecks on inhospitable coasts,
And his long warfare. They were bound, he said,



To a great fair at Reggio; and the boy,
Believing all the world were to be there,
And I among the rest, let loose his tongue,
And promised me much pleasure. His short trance,
Short as it was, had, like a charmed cup,
Restored his spirit, and, as on we crawled,
Slow as the snail (my muleteer dismounting,
And now his mules addressing, now his pipe,
And now Luigi) he poured out his heart,
Largely repaying me. At length the sun
Departed, setting in a sea of gold;
And, as we gazed, he bade me rest assured
That like the setting would the rising be.

Their harp—it had a voice oracular,
And in the desert, in the crowded street,
Spoke when consulted. If the treble chord
Twanged shrill and clear, o'er hill and dale they went,
The grandsire, step by step, led by the child;
And not a rain drop from a passing cloud
Fell on their garments. Thus it spoke to-day;
Inspiring joy, and in the young one's mind,
Brightening a path already full of sunshine.

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AMONG the romantic and curious adventures which have fallen under the notice of travellers, the pursuit of the different varieties of seals are by no means the least interesting. The coasts of Greenland abound with seals, and also with morses, which seem to be a larger and more formidable kind of seal. Beside the common seal there are many varieties, such as the harp seal, the sea lion, the sea bear, and many others.

A traveller thus describes the seal and the modes of capturing it, by sea and land, practised by the Green


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