- but we duddn't meet monny Fwoak dunnat think Fwoak warr sea mickle in t' rwoads e' them Days. I "We scraffled on t' this fashion-an' it was quite dark afore we gat to Ammelsid Yat our feet warr sare an' we warr naarly dune for - an' when we turnt round Windermer Watter heead, T waves blasht sea dowly that we warr fairly heart-brossen we sat down on a cauld steane an' grat sare - but when we hed hed our belly-full o' greeting we gat up, an feelt better fort' an' sea dreed on again slaw enough ye may be sure but we warr e' kent rwoads an' now when I gang that gait I can nwote o' t' sports whor we reested - for them lile bye Iwoans erent sea micklealtert, as t' girt rwoads, fra what they warr. At Clappersgait t' Fwoak wad ha' knawn us, if it heddent been dark, an' o' ther duirs steeked §, an geen us a relief, if we hed begged there - but we began at be flate || 'at my Fadder an' Mudder wad be angert at us for running away. "It was twea o'clock int' mworning when we gat to our awn Duir-I c'aed out 'Fadder! Fadder! - Mudder! Mudder!' ower an' ower again— She hard us, an' sed That's our Betty's voice' 'Thou's nought but fancies, lig still,' said Fadder my -but she waddent; an' sea gat up, an' opent' Duir and there warr we stanning doddering ¶ an' daized we' cauld, as deer deead as macks nea matter · they warrant a bit angert-an' my Fadder sed we sud nivver gang back again. - "T" Fwoaks e' Dent nivver mist us, tilt' Neet- - because they thought 'at we hed been keept at dinner time 'at finish our tasks but when neet com, an' we duddent cum heam, they set off efter us to Kendal — an' mun ha' gane by Scotch Jins when we warr there - how they satisfied thersells, I knan't, but they suppwosed we hed gane heam and sea they went back - My Fadder wasn't lang, ye may be seur, o' finding out' T Woman at Kendal 'at was sea good tull us an' my Mudder put her doun a pot o' Butter, an' meead her a lile cheese an' sent her." INTERPOLATION. The above affecting and very simple story, Reader, was taken down from the mouth of Betty Yewdale herself, the elder of the two children, at that time an old woman, but with a bright black eye that lacked no lustre. A shrewd and masculine woman, Reader, was Betty Yewdale, fond of the Nicotian weed and a short pipe so as to have the full flavour of its essence, - somewhat, sooth be said, too fond of it, for the pressure of the pipe produced a cancer in her mouth, which caused her death. — Knowest thou, gentle Reader, that most curious of all curious books -(we stop not to inquire whether Scarron be indebted to it, or it to Scarron) When she so-the Anatomy of Melancholy by Democritus us she was mare flate than we She brast Junior, old Burton to wit? Curious if out a crying-an' we grat — an' my Fadder thou art, it cannot fail, but that thou knowest grat an' a’— an' they duddent flight **, nor it well, curious or not, hear what he says said nought tull us, for cumming away, - of Tobacco, poor Betty Yewdale's bane! Tobacco, divine, rare, super-excellent tobacco, which goes far beyond all their panaceas, potable gold, and philosopher's Tαμstones, a sovereign remedy to all diseases. A good vomit, I confesse, a vertuous herb, if it be well qualified, opportunely taken, and medicinally used; but, as it is commonly abused by most men, which take it as tinkers do ale, 'tis a plague, a mischief, a violent purger of goods, lands, health, hellish, devilish and damned tobacco, the ruine and overthrow of body and soul.' i. e. struggled on. BROCKETT in v. † i. e. lonely, melancholy. Ibid. yées of the Iliad, xxiii. 98., with like expressions in the Odyssey, e. g. xi. 211, xix. 213, and the reader of the Pseudo Ossian will remember the words of Fingal : Strike the harp in my hall, and let Fingal hear the song. Pleasant is the joy of grief." See Adam Littleton's Sermons: part ii. p. 263. §"Steek the heck,”—i. e. shut the door. BROCKETT. From the verb " Flay," to frighten. We still speak of Dodder or Quaker's grass, -a word, by the way, older than the Sect. **A. S. Flitan - to scold. Gentle Reader! if thou knowest not the pages of honest old Burton-we speak not of his melancholy end, which melancholy may have wrought, but of his honesty of purpose, and of his life, -thou wilt not be unacquainted with that excellent Poem of Wordsworth's, "The Excursion, being a If any know not Portion of the Recluse." the wisdom contained in it, forthwith let them study it!-Acquainted with it or not, it is Betty Yewdale that is described in the following lines, as holding the lanthorn to guide the steps of old Jonathan, her husband, on his return from working in the quarries, if at any time he chanced to be beyond his usual hour. They are given at length;for who will not be pleased to read them decies repetita? Much was I pleased, the grey-haired wanderer said, A lone wayfaring man, I once was brought. To reach it destitute of other hope. I looked with steadiness as sailors look, On the north-star, or watch-tower's distant lamp, And saw the light-now fixed — and shifting, now — Not like a dancing meteor; but in line Of never varying motion, to and fro. It is no night fire of the naked hills, Thought I, some friendly covert must be near. With this persuasion thitherward my steps I turn, and reach at last the guiding light; Joy to myself! but to the heart of Her When night lies black upon the hills. But come, Of mountain turf required the builder's hand BOOK V. THE PASTOR. Miss Sarah Hutchinson, Mrs. Wordsworth's sister. and Mrs. Warter took down the story from the old woman's lips, and Southey laid it by for the Doctor, &c. She then lived in a cottage at Rydal, where I afterwards saw her. Of the old man it was told me (for I did not see him)" He is a perfect picture, like those we meet with in the better copies of Saints in our old Prayer Books." There was another comical History intended for an Interchapter to the Doctor, &c. of a runaway match to Gretna Green by two people in humble life, but it was not handed over to me with the MS. materials. It was taken down from the mouth of the old woman who was one of the parties—and it would probably date back some sixty or seventy years. CHAPTER CCIX. EARLY APPROXIMATION TO THE DOCTOR'S THEORY. GEORGE FOX. ZACHARIAH BEN MOHAMMED. COWPER. INSTITUTES OF MENU. BARDIC PHILOSOPHY. MILTON. SIR THOMAS BROWNE. There are distinct degrees of Being as there are degrees of Sound; and the whole world is but as it were a greater Gamut, or scale of music. NORRIS. CERTAIN theologians, and certain theosophists, as men who fancy themselves inspired sometimes affect to be called, had approached so nearly to the Doctor's hypothesis of progressive life, and propensities digestion; in which act they have all the appearance a brute can assume of pensiveness or meditation; which is, metaphorically, called rumination*, with reference to this property of certain animals. "Such are these: but when we compare the beasts of the field and the forest, they, instead of the harmless hoof, have feet which are swift to shed blood, (Rom. iii. 15.) sharp claws to seize upon their prey, and teeth to devour it; such as lions, tigers, leopards, wolves, foxes, and smaller vermin. continued in the ascending scale, that he appealed to them as authorities for its support. They saw the truth, he said, as far as they went; but it was only to a certain point: a step farther and the beautiful theory would have opened upon them. "How can we choose, said one, but remember the mercy of God in this our land in this particular, that no ravenous dangerous beasts do range in our nation, if men themselves would not be wolves, and bears, and lions one to another!" And why are they so, observed the Doctor commenting upon the words of the old Divine; why are they so, but because they have actually been lions, and bears, and wolves? Why are they so, but because, as the wise heathen speaks, more truly than he was conscious of speaking, sub hominum effigie latet ferinus animus. The temper is congenital, the propensity innate; it is bred in the bone; and what Theo-mule; all of which are fit to travel and carry logians call the old Adam, or the old Man, should physiologically, and perhaps therefore preferably, be called the old Beast. That wise and good man William Jones, of Nayland, has, in his sermon upon the nature and œconomy of Beasts and Cattle, a passage which, in elucidating a remarkable part of the Law of Moses, may serve also as a glose or commentary upon the Doctor's theory. "The Law of Moses, in the xith chapter of Leviticus, divides the brute creation into two grand parties, from the fashion of their feet, and their manner of feeding, that is, from the parting of the hoof, and the chewing of the cud; which properties are indications of their general characters, as wild or tame. For the dividing of the hoof and the chewing of the cud are peculiar to those cattle which are serviceable to man's life, as sheep, oxen, goats, deer, and their several kinds. These are shod by the Creator for a peaceable and inoffensive progress through life; as the Scripture exhorts us to be shod in like manner with the preparation of the Gospel of Peace. They live temperately upon herbage, the diet of students and saints; and after the taking of their food, chew it deliberately over again for better "Where one of the Mosaic marks is found, and the other is wanting, such creatures are of a middle character between the wild and the tame; as the swine, the hare, and some others. Those that part the hoof afford us wholesome nourishment; those that are shod with any kind of hoof may be made useful to man; as the camel, the horse, the ass, the burdens. But when the foot is divided into many parts, and armed with claws, there is but small hope of the manners; such creatures being in general either murderers, or hunters, or thieves; the malefactors and felons of the brute creation: though among the wild there are all the possible gradations of ferocity and evil temper. "Who can review the creatures of God, as they arrange themselves under the two great denominations of wild and tame, without wondering at their different dispositions and ways of life! sheep and oxen lead a sociable as well as a peaceful life; they are formed into flocks and herds; and as they live honestly they walk openly in the day. The time of darkness is to them, as to the virtuous and sober amongst men, a time of rest. But the beast of prey goeth about in solitude; the time of darkness is to him the time of action; then he visits the folds of sheep, and stalls of oxen, thirsting for their blood; as the thief and the murderer visits the habitations of men, for an opportunity of robbing, and destroying, under the concealment of the night. When the sun ariseth the beast of prey retires to the covert of the forest; and while the cattle are spreading themselves over a thousand hills in search of pasture, the tyrant of the desert is laying himself down in his den, to sleep off the fumes of his bloody meal. The ways of men are not less different than the ways of beasts; and here we may see them represented as on a glass; for, as the quietness of the pasture, in which the cattle spend their day, is to the howlings of a wilderness at night, such is the virtuous life of honest labour to the life of the thief, the oppressor, the murderer, and the midnight gamester, who live upon the losses and sufferings of other men." But how would the Doctor have delighted in the first Lesson of that excellent man's Book of Nature, -a book more likely to be useful than any other that has yet been written with the same good intent. speak lies, and utter slanders against their neighbours, when the poison of asps is under their lips. The devil, who deceiveth with lies, and would destroy all mankind, is the old serpent, who brought death into the world by the venom of his bite. He would kill me, and all the children that are born, if God would let him; but Jesus Christ came to save us from his power, and to destroy the works of the Devil. 66 'Lord, thou hast made me a man for thy service: O let me not dishonour thy work, by turning myself into the likeness of some evil beast: let me not be as the fox, who is a thief and a robber: let me never be cruel, as a wolf, to any of thy creatures; especially to my dear fellow-creatures, and my dearer fellow Christians; but let me be harmless as the lamb; quiet and submissive as the sheep; that so I may be fit to live, and be fed on thy pasture, under the good shepherd, Jesus Christ. It is far better to be the poorest of his flock, than to be proud and cruel, as the lion or the tiger, who go about seeking what they may devour." Man is a lump where all beasts kneaded be; To this purport the Patriarch of the Quakers writes, where he saith "now some men have the nature of Swine, wallowing in the mire and some men have the nature of Dogs, to bite both the sheep and one another and some men have the nature of Lions, to tear, devour, and destroy: and some men have the nature of Wolves, to tear and devour the lambs and sheep of Christ and some men have the nature of the Serpent (that old destroyer) to sting, evenom, and poison. He that hath an ear to hear, let him hear, and learn these things within himself. And some men have the natures of other beasts and creatures, minding nothing but earthly and visible things, and feeding without the fear of God. Some men have the nature of a Horse, to prance and vapour in their strength, and to be swift in doing evil. And some men have the nature of tall sturdy Oaks, to flourish and spread in wisdom and strength, who are strong in evil, which must perish and come to the fire. Thus the Evil one is but one in all, but worketh many ways; and whatsoever a Man's or Woman's nature is addicted to that is outward, the Evil one will fit him with that, and will please his nature and appetite, to keep his mind in his inventions, and in the creatures from the Creator." To this purport the so-called Clemens writes in the Apostolical Constitutions when he complains that the flock of Christ was devoured by Demons and wicked men, or rather not men, but wild beasts in the shape of men, πονηροῖς ἀνθρώποις, μᾶλλον δὲ οὐκ ἀνθρώποις, ἀλλὰ θηρίοις ἀνθρωποείδεσιν, by Heathens, Jews and godless heretics. With equal triumph, too, did he read a passage in one of the numbers of the Connoisseur, which made him wonder that the writer, from whom it proceeded in levity, should not have been led on by it to the clear perception of a great truth. "The affinity," says that writer, who is now known to have been no less a person than the author of the Task, "the affinity between chatterers and monkeys, and praters and parrots, is too obvious not to occur at once. Grunters and growlers may be justly compared to hogs. Snarlers are curs that continually shew their teeth, but never bite; and the spit-fire passionate are a sort of wild cats, that will not bear stroking, but will purr when they are pleased. Complainers are screech-owls; and story-tellers, always repeating the same dull note, are cuckoos. Poets, that prick up their ears at their own hideous braying, are no better than asses; critics in general are venomous serpents, that delight in hissing; and some of them, who have got by heart a few technical terms, without knowing their meaning, are no better than magpies." So, too, the polyonomous Arabian philosopher Zechariah Ben Mohammed Ben Mahmud Al Camuni Al Cazvini. "Man," he says, "partakes of the nature of vegetables, because, like them, he grows and is nourished; he stands in this further relation to the irrational animals, that he feels and moves; by his intellectual faculties he resembles the higher orders of intelligences, and he partakes more or less of these various classes, as his inclination leads him. If his sole wish be to satisfy the wants of existence, then he is content to vegetate. If he partakes more of the animal than the vegetable nature, we find him fierce as the lion, greedy as the bull, impure as the hog, cruel as the leopard, or cunning as the fox; and if, as is sometimes the case, he possesses all these bad qualities, he is then a demon in human shape." Gratifying as these passages were to him, some of them being mere sports of wit, and others only the produce of fancy, he would have been indeed delighted if he had known |