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That is but A fellow tale of sorrow! From his youth James, though not sickly, yet was delicate, And Leonard being always by his side Had done so many offices about him, That, though he was not of a timid nature, Yet still the spirit of a Mountain-boy In him was somewhat check'd, and when his

Brother Was gone to sea and he was left alone, The little colour that he had was soon Stolen from his check, he droop'd, and pin'd,

and pin'd:


But these are all the

of full


PRIEST. Aye, Sir, that pass’d away; we took himn to us: He was the child of all the dale-he liv'd Three inonths with one, and six months with

another, And wanted neither food, nor clothes, nor love, And many, many happy days were his; But, whether blithe or sad, 'tis my belief His absent Brother still was at his heart. And, when he liv'd beneath our roof, we found

(A practice till this time unknown to him)
That often, rising from his bed at night,
He in his sleep would walk about, and sleeping
He sought his Brother Leonard-You are

Forgive me, Sir! before I spoke to you,
I judg’d you most unkindly.


But this youth! How did he die at last?


One sweet May inorning, It will be twelve years since when spring returns, He had gone forth among the new-dropp'd

lambs, With two or three companions whom itchanc'd Some further business summon'd to a house Which stands at the Dale-head. James, tir'd

perhaps, Or, from some other cause, remain'd behind. You see yon precipice—it almost looks Like some vast building made of many crags, And in the midst is one particular rock That rises like a column from the vale, Whence by our Shepherds it is call'd, the Pillar. James, pointing to its summit, over which

They all had purpos'd to return together, Inform'd them, that he there would wait for

them: They parted, and his comrades pass'd that way Some two hours after, but they did not find

him At the appointed place, a circumstance Of which they took no heed; but one of them, Going by chance, at night, into the house Which at this time was James's home, there

learn'd That nobody had seen him all that day: The morning came, and still, he

was unheard of. The neighbours were alarm'd, and to the Brook Some went, and some towards the Lake; ere


They found him at the foot of that same rock Dead, and with mangled limbs. The third

day after

I buried him, poor lad, and there he lies!

LEONARD. And that then is his grave ! -_-Before his death You said that he saw many happy Years?

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And all went well with him-

If he had one, the lad 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 luck

less fortune He talked about him with a cheerful love.

He could not come to an unhallowed end

PRIEST. Nay, God forbid! You recollect I mention'd A habit which disquietude and grief. Had brought upon him, and we all conjectur'd That, as the day was warm, he had lain down Upon the grass, and, waiting for his comrades He there had fallen asleep, that in his sleep He to the margin of the precipice

Mad walk'd, and from the summit had fallen

headlongs And so no doubt he perish'd: At the time, We guess,

that in his hands he must have had His Shepherd's staff; for mid-way in the cliff It had been caught, and there for many years It hung-and moukler'd there.


1. The Priest here ended The Stranger would have thank'd him, but he

felt Tears rushing in: Both left the spot in silence, And Leonard, when they reach'd the church.

yard gate, As the Priest lifted up the latch, turned round; And, looking at the grave, he said, "My

Brother!” The Vicar did not hear the words: And now, Pointing towards the Cottage, he entreated That Leonard would partake his homely fare: The other thank'd him with a fervent voice,

But added, that, the evening being calm, · He would pursue his journey. So they parted.

It was not long ere Leonard reach'd a grove That overhung the road; he there stopp'd

short, And, sitting down beneath the trees, review'd All that the Priest had said: His early years

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