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gend belonging to it you will find described 

 in spirited verse by Wordsworth, "The Horn 

 of Egremont," a tale of two noble brothers, one 

 noble by nature as well as birth, the other, 

 a craven and a fratricide in intention, pros- 

 perous in villany for a while, but at length, 

 exposed and punished, contrite and forgiven. 

 But read the poem ; it is as happy an example 

 of poetry in action, as the other poem, " The 

 Brothers," is of poetry in meditation ; the 

 contrast is altogether striking. 



AMICUS. Here we are at the Sellafiel Station, 

 and with a few minutes to spare before the 

 arrival of the train that is to convey us on. 

 What a hut of a station! And what a spot 

 for a station! the wide sea in front, a low 

 lying land in the rear, and a long waste of 

 sandy shore making the junction; rarely have 

 I seen a less inviting spot, or more dreary 

 landscape. 



PISCATOE. Pray make allowance for the 

 murky sky, the chilling east wind, and the 

 lowering clouds, shutting out the distant moun- 

 tains. On a fine day, with sunshine on the sea 

 and the mountains unobscured under a bright 

 sky, you might think differently of it. See, 



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