Yet not while Walter lived-for, though their pa rents Lay buried side by side as now they lie, The old Man was a father to the boys, Two fathers in one father: and if tears, Shed when he talked of them where they were not, Are aught of what makes up a mother's heart, Was half a mother to them.-If you weep, Sir, died! Aye. You may turn that way-it is a grave Which will bear looking at. LEONARD. These Boys-1 hope They loved this good old Man ? PRIEST. 'They did—and truly : But that was what we almost overlooked, They were such darlings of each other. For Though from their cradles they had lived with Walter, The only Kinsman near them in the house, Leonard, the elder by just eighteen months, To hear, to meet them! from their house the School Of storm and thaw, when every water-course And unbridged stream, such as you may have noticed Crossing our roads at every hundred steps, Would Leonard then, when elder boys perhaps Their two books lying both on a dry stone That God who made the great book of the world LEONARD. It may be then PRIEST. Never did worthier lads break English bread! The finest Sunday that the Autumn saw, Could never keep these boys away from church, there. Like Roe-bucks they went bounding o'er the hills: They played like two young Ravens on the crags : In my own house I put into his hand A Bible, and I'd wager twenty pounds, LEONARD. It seems, these Brothers have not lived to be A comfort to each other. PRIEST. That they might Live to that end, is what both old and young In this our valley all of us have wished, And what, for my part, I have often prayed: But Leonard LEONARD. Then James still is left among you? `PRIEST. "Tis of the elder Brother I am speaking: They had an Uncle, he was at that time A thriving man, and trafficked on the seas: And, but for this same Uncle, to this hour But, as I said, old Walter was too weak To strive with such a torrent; when he died, The Estate and House were sold, and all their Sheep, A pretty flock, and which, for aught I know, 'Tis now twelve years since we had tidings from him. If there was one among us who had heard That Leonard Ewbank was come home again, |