reputation--I don't suppose he much regrets that
he didn't.
"Oh, blessed vision! happy child!
Thou art so exquisitely wild;
I think of thee with many fears
Of what may be thy lot in future years.
I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest,
Lord of thy house and hospitality.
And Grief, uneasy lover! never rest
But when she sat within the touch of thee.
What hast thou to do with sorrow,
Or the injuries of to-morrow?"
You have ample time to linger there amid
"The gleams, the shadows, and the peace profound,"
and get your mind informed with quietness and beauty, and fed with
thoughts of other years, and of her whose story, like Helen of Troy's,
will continue to move the hearts of men as long as the gray hills stand
round about that gentle lake, and are mirrored at evening in its depths.
You may do and enjoy all this, and be in Princes Street by nine P.M.;
and we wish we were as sure of many things as of your saying, "Yes, this
_is_ a pleasure that has pleased, and will please again; this was
something expected which did not disappoint."
* * * * *
There is another garden of Queen Mary's, which may still be seen, and
which has been left to itself like that in the Isle of Rest. It is in
the grounds at Chatsworth, and is moated, walled round, and raised about
fifteen feet above the park. Here the Queen, when a prisoner under the
charge of "Old Bess of Hardwake," was allowed to walk without any guard.
How different the two! and how different she who took her pleasure in
them!
Lines written on the steps of a small moated garden at
Chatsworth, called
"QUEEN MARY'S BOWER.
"The moated bower is wild and drear,
And sad the dark yew's shade;
The flowers which bloom in silence here,
In silence also fade.
"The woodbine and the light wild rose
Float o'er the broken wall;
And here the mournful nightshade blows,
To note the garden's fall.
"Where once a princess wept her woes,
The bird of night complains;
And sighing trees the tale disclose
They learnt from Mary's strains.
"A. H."
_PRESENCE OF MIND, AND HAPPY GUESSING._
"_Depend upon it a lucky guess is never merely luck--there is
always some talent in it._"--MISS AUSTEN, _in Emma._
Dr. Chalmers used to say that in the dynam
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