gomeryshire-everywhere at intermitting distances of twelve or sixteen miles, I found the most comfortable inns. One feature indeed of repose in all this chain of solitary resting-houses-viz., the fact that none of them rose above two storeys in height-was due to the modest scale on which the travelling system of the Principality had moulded itself in correspondence to the calls of England, which then (but be it remembered this then was in 1802, a year of peace) threw a very small proportion of her vast migratory population annually into this sequestered channel. No huge Babylonian centres of commerce towered into the clouds on these sweet sylvan routes: no hurricanes of haste, or fever-stricken armies of horses and flying chariots, tormented the echoes in these mountain recesses. And it has often struck me that a worldwearied man, who sought for the peace of monasteries separated from their gloomy captivity— peace and silence such as theirs combined with the large liberty of nature-could not do better than revolve amongst these modest inns in the five northern Welsh counties of Denbigh, Montgomery, Carnarvon, Merioneth, and Cardigan. Sleeping, for instance, and breakfasting at Carnarvon; then, by an easy nine-mile walk, going forwards to dinner at Bangor, thence to Aber-nine miles; or to Llanberris; and so on for ever, accomplishing seventy to ninety or one hundred miles in a week. This, upon actual experiment, and for week after week, I found the most delightful of lives. Here was the eternal motion of winds and rivers, or of the Wandering Jew liberated from the persecution which compelled him to move, and turned his breezy freedom into a killing captivity. Happier life I cannot imagine than this vagrancy, if the weather were but tolerable, through endless successions of changing beauty, and towards evening a courteous welcome to a pretty rustic home-that having all the luxuries of a fine hotel, was at the same time liberated from the inevitable accompaniments of such hotels in great cities or at great travelling stations-viz., the tumult and uproar. Human Fellowship THE HE truth is, that at no time of my life have I been a person to hold myself polluted by the touch or approach of any creature that wore a human shape. I cannot suppose, I will not believe, that any creatures wearing the form of man or woman are so absolutely rejected and reprobate outcasts, that merely to talk with them inflicts pollution. On the contrary, from my very earliest youth, it has been my pride to converse familiarly, more Socratico, with all human beings-man, woman, and child-that chance might fling in my way; for a philosopher should not see with the eyes of the poor limitary creature calling himself a man of the world, filled with narrow and selfregarding prejudices of birth and education, but should look upon himself as a catholic creature, and as standing in an equal relation to high and low, to educated and uneducated, to the guilty and the innocent. Melancholye MOTHERWELL ADIEU! al vaine delightes Of calm and moonshine nightes; Adieu! al pleasant shade That forests thicke have made; Adieu ! al musick swete That little fountaynes poure, When blythe theire waters greete The lovesick lyly-flowre. Adieu! the fragrant smel Of flowres in boskye dell; And all the merrie notes That tril from smal birdes' throates: Adieu! the gladsome lighte Of Day, Morne, Noone, or E'en; And welcome gloomy Nighte, Adieu! the deafening noyse Come with me, Melancholye, Come with thy thought-filled eye, And drouping solemne head, Where phansyes strange are bred Come to yon blasted mound Where spirits love to be; Of night-windes as they moane, There sit with me and keep Our mutual sighes and teares, Or in cavern hoare and damp, -Or, would'st thou rather chuse That scornes rude Time's assaulte; |