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Admonished thus, the sweet hour coming on.
A linnet warbled from those lofty elms,
A thrush sang loud, and other melodies,
At distance heard, peopled the milder air.
The old Man rose, and, with a sprightly mien
Of hopeful preparation, grasped his staff ;
Together casting then a farewell look
Upon those silent walls, we left the shade ;
And, ere the stars were visible, had reached
A village-inn, our evening resting-place.

END OF THE FIRST BOOK

THE EXCURSION.

BOOK II.

THE SOLITARY.

ARGUMENT.

Page 42, The Author describes his travels with the Wanderer, whose character is further illustrated—44, Morning scene, and view of a Village Wake-47,Wanderer's account of a Friend whom he purposes to visit—53, View, from an eminence, of the Valley which his Friend had chosen for his retreat—54, Sound of singing from below-a funeral procession–55, Descent into the Valley—57, Observations drawn from the Wanderer at sight of a book accidentally discovered in a recess in the Valley-59, Meeting with the Wanderer's friend, the Solitary-61, Wanderer's description of the mode of burial in this mountainous district-62, Solitary contrasts with this, that of the individual carried a few minutes before from the cottage ; 64, The cottage entered—65, Description of the Solitary's apartment--65, Repast there-66, View, from the window, oftwo mountain summits; and the Solitary's description of the companionship they afford him-67, Account of the departed inmate of the cottage

-71, Description of a grand spectacle :apon the mountains, with its effect upon the Solitary's mind—73, Leave the house.

BOOK SECOND.

THE SOLITARY.

In days of yore how fortunately fared
The Minstrel ! wandering on from hall to hall,
Baronial court or royal; cheered 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 walked-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 honoured Race
Drew happier, loftier, more empassioned, 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, Looked on this guide with reverential love ? Each with the other pleased, we now pursued Our journey, under 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

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