We'll pause a moment in our way— This cousin merits a survey. Left, yet a boy, an orphan,-wide The estate bequeathed him by his sire--That fine large common-ground, supplied With vagrants to one's heart's desire, And call'd" The Public," in the schools Of rogues-a double meaning clothingBut I believe your honest fools More generally call it-" Nothing." In short, his father had possest A No habits could be more refin'd,--- The first five years, the estate transmitted I And Julian was extremely clever, But not exactly in that way By which your D's live for ever, And leave-not have-the devil to pay. Two maiden aunts, who thought him pretty, Large was his mind, and clear-yet deep; ; A faith-a glory--and a passion. Talked of young Laneham's "real learning.” No German, and no poet loved Nature's minutest mysteries more Than he;--they moulded and they moved His heart as viewless springs ;--the lore Of harsher thought they raised and warmed, And from each dream the self they bore That young Ambition formed. But Nature's altar is within, The Priest that serves it is the Feeling, Secret her worship-nor would win A single tribute unconcealing; She asks few hours but holy; giving The rest of life, in short, to living. So Julian play'd not the romantics, And shunn'd the customs of the crowd, For Knowledge had his palace grown, And he was poor and proud. But when he mix'd with men, he wore In him those qualities that guide To Fame, in spite of Fortune's law. Had in it something stern and hard; That stubborn, unbowed, conquering spirit That clasps, or climbs to, its reward, And masters all that it may merit. In short, 'twas gen'rally agreed, And turned his collars nicely down.- there was something in his eyes! They did not mean to call him vicious, His head was good—that all might know - Whether or not these hints were true, Which only broadly brings to view His heart-in that one weakness-Love. His Aunts departed life-their will In proper comfort to maintain 'em; Upon this thousand he is living, * I find the two following verses in that most agreeable and graceful poem, The Advice to Julia," sufficiently like those in the text to convict me if unquoted-of a plagiarism of which I was unconscious. "Julia-I own you may command some Attention—you are young and handsome.” p. 30. |