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and Coleridge,” he says,
walks and conversations they had to two years before he published the “ Lay," gether, and after a visit to Keswick she but the irresistible charm of manner and writes, on returning to Grasmere: "Every warmth of heart which won the love of sight and every sound reminded me of every one who had the good fortune to Coleridge - dear, dear fellow, of his many meet him. talks to us by day and by night, of all dear A regret has been expressed that, inthings. I was melancholy and could not stead of a minute description of outward talk, but at last I eased my heart by weep. objects in this Scottish tour, Dorothy ing. ... 0! how many, many reasons Wordsworth had not recorded the converbave I to be anxious for him.”
sations between her brother and Coleridge, Within
a year of Wordsworth's marriage but she had not in the slightest degree the be started with Dorothy and Coleridge, art in which Boswell excelled, and it was on a visit to Scotland, Mrs. Wordsworth natural that in keeping a journal never being unable to accompany them. The intended for publication she should do “Recollections of a Tour made in Scot- that which she felt herself the best quali. land, A.D. 1803, by Dorothy Wordsworth,” fied to do. The whole record of the six was published by Principal Shairpin weeks' tour is written with the utmost 1874, and is one of the most delightful simplicity. Throughout the volume there books of the kind in the language. The is as little indication of literary effort as obstructions to Scottish travel in those in the paragraph with which Dorothy condays were not triding, but Dorothy was cludes her * Recollections :” — uptroubled by them. Sometimes food was
“ Breakfasted at a public-house by the Scarce, and so occasionally were beds. roadside; dined at Sheffield; arrived at The inns were often dirty and comfortless; home between eight and nine o'clock, often, too, the travellers were drenched to where we found Mary in perfect health, the skin, and struggled on through diffi- Joanna Hutchinson with her, and little culties unknown to tourists in our day. John asleep in the clothes-basket by the Samuel Rogers was in Scotland at the fire.” time, and met Wordsworth, Coleridge, and The Scottish tour was made, as has: looked very like a cart." Dorothy “ making a tour in a vehicle that been said, in 1803, when Miss Wordsworth
“Wordsworth was thirty-two years of age. In 1814
were entirely Wordsworth visited Scotland again, and occupied in talking about poetry, and the on this visit took with him his wife and whole care of looking out for" cottages her sister, leaving Dorothy to keep house where they might get refreshment and at Rydal Mount
, the beautiful home to as well as of seeing their which they had removed in the previous poor horse fed and littered, devolved upon year: Miss Wordsworth. She was a most de
pass the night,
The next fact that broke the even tenor ple-minded, and so modest!”. so full of talent, so sim- of Dorothy's life was a journey on the
Continent in 1820 with her brother and left them, “being afraid to face such wet diaries of this tour, and Wordsworth used weather in an open carriage,” and in the them on his return in writing the series of sixth and last week of the excursion they poems which inemorialized the tour. visited Walter Scott at Lasswade, and is hard to say," say's Professor Knight, afterwards met him at Melrose on his way “whether the jottings taken at the time to the assizes at Jedburgh in his character by his wife or the extended journal after. they accompanied him. Then when the admirable, both as a record of travel and business of the assizes was over Scott as a commentary on the poet's work.” travelled with the Wordsworths in their Crabb Robinson, a highly accomplished car to Hawick, and scarcely passed a house of which he had not some story to worths, accompanied them. He also kept
man and a warm friend of the Words. tell. “I believe," Dorothy writes, “ that a diary, and writes that he did not know pitably entertained throughout all the Mrs. Wordsworth's journal - it was so borders of Scotland ;” and she adds, superior to his own. “We wish we could have gone with Mr. been much struck with Dorothy's, for he
He must also hav: this country, where in almost every house with her usual self-abnegation, that her: he can find a home and a hearty welcome.” | object was not to make a book, but to Scott into some of the remote dales of advised her to publish it, but she replied, made Scott thus welcome, for this was , morial of those few interesting months of
our lives.” There was a time, however, for a short while, but never set my heart when Miss Wordsworth did think of pub. upon anything which is to be accomlishing her tour in Scotland, and the poet plished three months hence, and have no Rogers was consulted about it. “ The satisfaction whatever in schemes. When fact is” her brother wrote in 1822, “she one has lived almost sixty years one is was so much gratified by her tour in satisfied with present enjoyment, and Switzerland that she has a strong wish to thankful for it, without daring to count on add to her knowledge of that country, and what is to be done six months hence." to extend her ramble to some part of Dorothy's health was a constant grief Italy. As her own little fortune is not to her brother. “Her state," he wrote, sufficient to justify a step of this kind, she weighs incessantly upon every thought has no hope of revisiting those countries of my heart.” And in another letter, reunless an adequate sum could be procured ferring to Coleridge, he says, “ He and my through the means of this MS.” Rogers beloved sister are the two beings to whom thought highly of the “Recollections,” my intellect.is most indebted, and they are and Dorothy wrote to him expressing a now proceeding, as it were, pari passu hope that the book might produce 6200, along the path of sickness - I will not say “a sum,” she says, “ which would effect towards the grave; but I trust towards a ually aid me in accomplishing the ramble blessed immortality.” I so much, and I hope not unwisely, wish Many a year passed away before the for.” The wish was never fulfilled, and end caine, for Miss Wordsworth survived seventy years passed away before the her brother, but they were years of sorrow volume was published by Mr. Shairp. for those who loved her, and especially for
In September, 1822, Dorothy made a him to whom through the glad days of second tour in Scotland with Mrs. Words. early and later manhood she had proved a worth's sister, Joanna Hutchinson. The second self. Not long before he died, excursion lasted seven weeks, of which Mrs. Wordsworth said that almost the three were spent in Edinburgh. Still only enjoyment her husband seemed to harping on the Italian journey, Dorothy feel was'in his attendance on his sister, wrote to Crabb Robinson, three years and that her death would be to him a sad later, of a scheme for which “all 'their calamity. savings must be heaped up - no less than In 1805 Wordsworth wrote some beauspending a whole winter in Italy, and a tiful lines addressed “To a young lady whole summer in moving about from place who had been reproached for taking long to place in Switzerland and elsewhere.” walks in the country." His biographer This project was abandoned, and Miss states that they were meant for his sister. Wordsworth's next tour was in England, If so, the poetical license in the verses is and later on she visited the Isle of Man considerabie, for Dorothy was thirty-four, with her nephew. As usual, she wrote and had little prospect of showing, as a a journal on the occasion, which if not wife and inother, otherwise remarkable, shows that in ap
how divine a thing proaching old age the faculty of enjoyment
A woman may be made. was undiminished. This was to be her And unfortunately the prophecy of a last pleasure-taking excursion. In 1829 serene old age, "lovely as a Lapland she was keeping house for her nephew, night," was not his sister's lot. The long John Wordsworth, then a curate at Whit walks for which she had been reproached wick, near Ashby, and there, for the first were one cause, it is thought, of the com. time in her life, she was taken seriously paratively early failure of mind and body. ill. She recovered slowly, and on her When her brother was dying, Miss Wordsreturn, by easy stages, to Rydal, had worth heard of his condition with coma second attack. Henceforth' Dorothy posure, and after his death, upon being Wordsworth's life was that of an invalid, carried past the door where the body lay, although for some time she did not alto. she was heard to say, “O death, where is gether give up the hope of restoration to thy sting? O grave, where is thy vichealth. Writing to Charles and Mary tory?” She survived the poet nearly five Lamb, she says, “Wishes I do now and years, and died at Rydal Mount in Jan. then indulge of at least revisiting Switzer- uary, 1855, at the age of eighty three. land, and again crossing the Alps, and “And now," to quote Mr. Shairp's words, even strolling on to Rome. But there is a “ beside ber brother and his wife, and great change in my feelings respecting others of that household, she rests in the plans for the future. If we make any, i green Grasmere churchyard with the clear entertain them as an amusement, perhaps, waters of Rotha murmuring by.”
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A SNOW PARABLE.
As though their sires had sat in olden time
Within the Forum, or at Cæsar's feet, BY A. L. SALMON.
He, sternly gracious, seems my gaze to greet SOFTLY falls the snow and slowly, slowly, With the weird grandeur of a Dantesque O'er the solitude of wold and hill;
rhyme; Winds are breathing desolate and lowly And she, who moves so gently - she whose Where the wearied world is lying still.
Might grace a Beatrice or adorn love's All the dismal blackness of the city
queen Lies enshrouded with a perfect white:
Perchance hath near the Pincian known of God in wonderful eternal pity
yore Sends his snowy message through the night. The love-lit welcome and the light of home!
Yet vain is all surmise, we'll guess no more. Like a cloak of pardon and remission
I said, “Whence came ye?” and she anFalls the snow on city den and street
swered, " Rome." Emblem of the contrite heart's condition,
S. WADDINGTON. Earnest of forgiving love complete.
Where the sin and sadness are unsleeping
Lies a purity which is not theirs;
RONDEL. ing, Thro' the night there comes a voice of She came to me when Spring was in the land; prayers.
I could not separate her from its flowers;
She was inwoven with the budding hours Turn, O hungry souls that tire of sinning,
When Summer's dainty leafery is planned. Take the peace which earth can never give ! Leave the by-gone for a new beginning, We stood a day or two on Friendship's strand, Leave the dreariness of death, and live. As rightly met as April sun and showers :
She came to me when Spring was in the land; Softly falls the snow and slowly, slowly, I could not separate her from its flowers.
O'ér the solitude of street and mart: Hear, O Father! Thou art holy
And though we go not hence linked hand in Lay its whiteness on the sinner's heart.
Nor as a gentle friend my life she dowers,
THE WANING YEAR.
With faded leaves her path was strown
Gold of the elm and beechen red:
LITERATURE AND NATURE. She murmur'd- for her pulse beat low, 'Mid Cambrian heights around Dolgelly vale, “Oh, we were glad in springtime here !
What time we scaled great Cader's rugged Who would have thought it ended so?”
pile, She murmur'd- and let fall a tear.
Or loitered idly where still meadows smile
Beside the Mawddach-stream, or far Cyn“ The air is full of voices faint;
fael The rain is cold and dim the day;
No tome or rhythmic page, no pastoral tale, No ear gives heed to my complaint
Our summer-sated senses would beguile, 'Tis time I were away!'
Or lull our ears to melody, the while Academy. The voiceful rill ran lilting down the dale.
In London town once more - behold once
more The old delight returns ! 'Mid heights
In Milton's verse, through what dim ITINERANTS.
paths we wind; WHENCE come these wanderers, from what How Keats's canvas glows, and Wordsworth's southern clime,
lore, Playing before my window in the street, As tarn or torrent pure, by none surpassid, This man and woman in whose presence Sheds light and love — unfathomed, unmeet
defined. Impassioned whisperings of a world sublime ?
From Macmillan's Magazine. Admirable words, worthy of the largeTHE TEACHING OF ENGLISH LITERA- minded and large-hearted scholar who in
spired, if he did not actually frame them; The study of English literature in our
can well understand how they schools and colleges on a scale proportion- must have brought light and inspiration ate to its importance is of comparatively to many a schoolmaster and student, who recent date. I suppose we should not be had never entertained the idea of Chaucer far wrong in fixing that date at about thirty and Bacon as possible factors in educa. years back. Up to that time, although the tion, though it had seemed the most colleges in London and other great centres obvious thing in the world to study the could boast distinguished professors of the masterpieces of Schiller, Dante, or Mosubject, it had hardly been recognized, lière. At the time we are speaking of, the even in the higher forms of schools at all. average schoolmaster would have scouted School histories of England, in an appen
the idea of an English classic becoming a dix to the successive chapters, may have text-book in his school. He might indeed furnished the names of the great authors give out a canto of “Marmion” to be in prose and verse who adorned each learned by heart as a holiday task, but that reign, with a list of their more important was for a mere exercise of memory, or to works, but that was all. To whom the keep the lad from being too noisy on a wet credit is due of leading the movement day. I remember how Dr. Arnold, in one which has brought about the remarkable of his letters, expresses an ardent wish change in this respect, it might be difficult that he might have the opportunity of
But there is no doubt that the studying a play of Shakespeare with his movement received a great impetus about sixth form, on the same scale of attention the time just mentioned by the publica- and precision as they studied a book of tion, through the Clarendon Press at Ox-Thucydides ! But this was but an aspiraford, of a series of selected works of the tion, and the times were not ripe for a great English classics, thoroughly edited change, even if the remorseless limits of and annotated, under the general direction years and months admitted of
any disminu. of the late Professor Brewer, of King's tion of the space allotted to Latin and College. Single plays of Shakespeare, Greek. separate portions of the Canterbury
I do not at all say that the prejudice of Tales," selected poems of Dryden, and so the average teacher against the introduc. forth, were one by one issued, under the tion of English writers into the curriculum care of the editors best qualified for the of his school was altogether unworthy, and task, and at a price that made them avail- to be laughed at. It had its root in a true able for use in all the higher class schools conviction that nothing was worth teaching and colleges in the country. “ The authors that did not involve some labor and trouble and works selected,” so ran the prospec. on the part of the learner- that did not tus of the series, "are such as will best awake and exercise in him some new serve to illustrate English literature in its powers.
that was not, in a word, a disci. historical aspect. As the eye of history,' pline. It was this feeling that was sound without which history cannot be under. and worthy of all respect in the prejudice stood, the literature of a nation is the against English literature as an element clearest and most intelligible record of its in education. The picture of Addison, or life. Its thoughts and its emotions, its Pope in a boy's hands connected itself graver and its less serious modes, its with that of a half-hour of idleness progress or its degeneracy, are told by its harmless perhaps, but still idleness best authors in their best words. This spent in an armchair by the fire or on a view of the subject will suggest the safest sunny lawn, a half-bour withdrawn from rules for the study of it."
more serious and profitable study. And
if any one, reading these suppressed • Ao address delivered at University College, Bris- thoughts of the teacher, were to retort that tol, at the opening of the session 1889–1890.
after all Addison and Pope might be as