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Yet when I turn to these—Woe's only friends, (pointing to his books.) And with their weird and eloquent voices calm The stir and Babel of the world within, I can but dream that my vex'd years at last Shall find the quiet of a hermit's cell:— And, neighbouring not this hacked and jaded world. Beneath the lambent eyes of the loved stars, And, with the hollow rocks and sparry caves. The tides, and all the many-music'd winds My oracles and co-mates;—watch my life Glide down the Stream of Knowledge, and behold Its waters with a musing stillness glass The thousand hues of Nature and of Heaven." From Eugene Aram, a MS. Tragedy.

Earl continued with the party he had joined; and when their occupation was concluded and they turned homeward, he accepted the