230 Four-in-Hand in Britain. 



" For I have learned 

 To look on Nature, not as in the hour 

 Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes 

 The still, sad music of humanity, 

 Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power 

 To chasten and subdue. And I have felt 

 A presence that disturbs me with the joy 

 Of elevated thoughts : a sense sublime 

 Of something far more deeply interfused. 

 Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns. 

 And the round ocean, and the living air, 

 And the blue sky, and in the mind of man 

 A motion and a spirit that impels 

 All thinking things, all objects of all thought, 

 And rolls through all things." 



There's a platform upon which this sceptical age 

 may eventually stand. It is not materialistic and it is 

 not dogmatic ; perhaps it is the golden mean between 

 extremes. I commend its teachings to both sides of all 

 the cock-sure disputants, one of whom knows it is just so, 

 and the other as presumptuously knows there is nothing 

 to know. Let them shake hands and await patiently the 

 coming of clearer light, and get together in solid work 

 here. Surely there is enough to keep them busy. We 

 still " see through a glass darkly." 



We spent our night at Grassmere, and had a fine 

 row upon the lake ; and can anything be finer than music 

 upon the waters, the dip of the oar, the cadence of the 

 songwhich seems to float upon the glassy lake ? It came 



