The extensive forest of Inglewood has been enclosed within my memory. I was well acquainted with it in its ancient state. The Hart's-horn tree mentioned in the next Sonnet was one of its remarkable objects, as well as another tree that grew upon an eminence not far from Penrith: it was single and conspicuous; and being of a round shape, though it was universally known to be a Sycamore, it was always called the "Round Thorn," so difficult is it to chain fancy down to fact. 66 THE forest huge of ancient Caledon On her last thorn the nightly moon has shone; Yet still, though unappropriate Wild be none, For instant flight; the Sage in yon alcove Sate musing; on that hill the Bard would rove, Not mute, where now the linnet only sings: ments Would ill suffice for persons and events: There is an ampler page for man to quote, A readier book of manifold contents, Studied alike in palace and in cot. XXIV COUNTESS'S PILLAR 1831. 1835 Suggested by the recollection of Julian's Bower and other traditions connected with this ancient forest. On the roadside between Penrith and Appleby, there stands a pillar with the following inscription: This Pillar was erected, in the year 1656, by Anne Countess Dowager of Pembroke, &c., for a memorial of her last parting with her pious mother, Margaret Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 2d of April, 1616; in memory whereof she hath left an annuity of 41. to be distributed to the poor of the parish of Brougham, every 2d day of April for ever, upon the stone table placed hard by. Laus Deo!" 10 Of palaces, or temples, 'mid the wreck Of the Great King; and others, as they go Nor will the Power we serve, that sacred Power, The Spirit of humanity, disdain A ministration humble but sincere, 19 That from a threshold loved by every Muse Its impulse took- that sorrow-stricken door, Whence, as a current from its fountainhead, Our thoughts have issued, and our feelings flowed, Receiving, willingly or not, fresh strength From kindred sources; while around us sighed (Life's three first seasons having passed away) Leaf-scattering winds; and hoar-frost sprinklings fell (Foretaste of winter) on the moorland heights; And every day brought with it tidings new Of rash change, ominous for the public weal. 30 Hence, if dejection has too oft encroached Upon that sweet and tender melancholy Which may itself be cherished and caressed More than enough; a fault so natural (Even with the young, the hopeful, or the gay) For prompt forgiveness will not sue in vain. XXVII THE HIGHLAND BROACH 1831. 1835 On ascending a hill that leads from Loch Awe towards Inverary, I fell into conversation with a woman of the humbler class who wore one of those Highland Broaches. I talked with her about it; and upon parting with her, when I said with a kindness I truly felt-"May that Broach continue in your family through many generations to come, as you have already possessed it "she thanked me most becomingly, and seemed not a little moved. The exact resemblance which the old Broach (still in use, though rarely met with, among the Highlanders) bears to the Roman Fibula must strike every one, and concurs, with the plaid and kilt, to recall to mind the communication which the ancient Romans had with this remote country. IF to Tradition faith be due, No common light of nature blessed 1Ο A land where gentle manners ruled 30 Of fern-thatched hut on heathy moor: 40 And feuds, where, clan encountering clan, To meet such need as might befall As generations come and go 70 But when, from out their viewless bed, Like vapours, years have rolled and spread; And this poor verse, and worthier lays, 81 Shall yield no light of love or praise; Then, by the spade, or cleaving plough, Or torrent from the mountain's brow, Or whirlwind, reckless what his might Entombs, or forces into light; Blind Chance, a volunteer ally, That oft befriends Antiquity, And clears Oblivion from reproach, May render back the Highland Broach. 90 30 Thou, who canst think, as well as feel. 40 The priests are from their altars thrust; 50 Of seasons balancing their flight 61 |