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The Author describes his travels with the Wanderer, whose character is further illustrated— Morning scene, and view of a Village Wake Wanderer's account of a Friend whom he purposes to visit - View, from an eminence, of the Valley which his Friend had chosen for his retreat feelings of the Author at the sight of it. Sound of singing from below -a funeral procession Descent into the Valley - Observations drawn from the Wanderer at sight of a Book accidentally discovered in a recess in the Valley Meeting with the Wanderer's friend, the SoliWanderer's description of the mode of burial in this mountainous district Solitary contrasts with this, that of the Individual carried a few minutes before from the Cottage Brief conversation The Cottage entered description of the Solitary's apartment-repast there- View from the Window of two mountain summits and the Solitary's description of the Companionship they afford him -account of the departed Inmate of the Cottage — description of a grand spectacle upon the mountains, with its effect upon the Solitary's mind — Quit the House.

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BOOK THE SECOND.

THE SOLITARY.

IN days of yore how fortunately fared

The Minstrel! wandering on from Hall to Hall,
Baronial Court or Royal; cheer'd with gifts
Munificent, and love, and Ladies' praise;

Now meeting on his road an armed Knight,
Now resting with a Pilgrim by the side

Of a clear brook;

beneath an Abbey's roof

One evening sumptuously lodged; the next
Humbly, in a religious Hospital;

Or with some merry Outlaws of the wood;
Or haply shrouded in a Hermit's cell.

Him, sleeping or awake, the Robber spared;
He walk'd

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protected from the sword of war

By virtue of that sacred Instrument

His Harp, suspended at the Traveller's side;

His dear Companion wheresoe'er he went
Opening from Land to Land an easy way
By melody, and by the charm of verse.
Yet not the noblest of that honour'd Race
Drew happier, loftier, more empassion'd thoughts
From his long journeyings and eventful life,
Than this obscure Itinerant had skill

To gather, ranging through the tamer ground
Of these our unimaginative days;

Both while he trod the earth in humblest guise
Accoutred with his burthen and his staff;
And now, when free to move with lighter pace.

What wonder, then, if I, whose favourite School Hath been the fields, the roads, and rural lanes, Look'd on this Guide with reverential love? Each with the other pleased, we now pursued Our journey-beneath favourable skies. Turn wheresoe'er we would, he was a light Unfailing: not a Hamlet could we pass, Rarely a House, that did not yield to him Remembrances; or from his tongue call forth Some way-beguiling tale. Nor less regard Accompanied those strains of apt discourse, Which Nature's various objects might inspire;

And in the silence of his face I read

His overflowing spirit. Birds and beasts,

And the mute fish that glances in the stream,
And harmless reptile coiling in the sun,
And gorgeous insect hovering in the air,
The fowl domestic, and the household dog,
In his capacious mind- he loved them all:
Their rights acknowledging he felt for all.
Oft was occasion given me to perceive
How the calm pleasures of the pasturing Herd
To happy contemplation soothed his walk;
How the poor Brute's condition, forced to run
Its course of suffering in the public road,
Sad contrast! all too often smote his heart
With unavailing pity. Rich in love
And sweet humanity, he was, himself,

To the degree that he desired, beloved.
-Greetings and smiles we met with all day long
From faces that he knew; we took our seats
By many a cottage hearth, where he received

The welcome of an Inmate come from far.

Nor was he loth to enter ragged Huts,

Huts where his charity was blest; his voice

Heard as the voice of an experienced Friend.

And, sometimes, where the Poor Man held dispute

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With his own mind, unable to subdue
Impatience through inaptness to perceive
General distress in his particular lot;
Or cherishing resentment, or in vain.
Struggling against it, with a soul perplex'd,
And finding in herself no steady power
To draw the line of comfort that divides
Calamity, the chastisement of Heaven,
From the injustice of our brother men;
To Him appeal was made as to a judge;
Who, with an understanding heart, allay'd
The perturbation; listen'd to the plea;
Resolved the dubious point; and sentence gave
So grounded, so applied, that it was heard
With soften'd spirit - even when it condemn'd.

Such intercourse I witness'd, while we roved,
Now as his choice directed, now as mine;
Or both, with equal readiness of will,

Our course submitting to the changeful breeze
Of accident. But when the rising sun
Had three times call'd us to renew our walk,
My Fellow traveller claim'd with earnest voice,
As if the thought were but a moment old,
An absolute dominion for the day.

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