...CHAP. I. Here as with doubtful pensive steps I range, Trace former scenes, and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the pastlto pain. GOLDSMITH. IT was a gloomy, cold evening, in the month of January, when a lady descended...

...grounds, And, many a year relaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the howthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand "rings round this world of care, In :ill my griefs....and God has given me share..I still had...

...no more. And, many years elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorfl grew, Remembrance wakes, with all her busy train, Swells...this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has giv'n me share — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me...

...hawthorn grew ; Here, as with doubtful, pensive steps I range, Trace every scene and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'riugs round this world ot care, In all my griefs—and God has given my share— I still had hopes,...

...grew, But times are nllcr'il — trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain. Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share — I still had...

...hawthorn grew. Here, as with doubtful pensive steps I range, Trace every scene, and wonder af the change, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share — I still had...

...grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew. Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share — I still had...

...following lines felt what he wrote : — lD all my wanderings round thii world of care ; In all my griefa, and God has given my share ; I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humbte bowers to lay me down : And, as a hare, when hounds and horns pursue, Pants to...

...grounds— And, many a year elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood—the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs—and God has given my share— I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble...

...doubtful, pensive steps I range, Trace every scene and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes vvith all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain." * '• • • The present article is now extended far beyond the limits which I had assigned to it...