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is not without fame. There lived, and there 

 died a man of genius, the son of a man of 

 genius, gifted intellectually almost like his 

 father, and even more infirm of purpose. 



AMICUS. You speak of Hartley Coleridge. 

 Alack! Alack! That so much power should 

 have been combined with so much weakness. 

 It reminds me of an early pathetic letter I have 

 seen of his father's, written when the son was a 

 joyous boy. His words were " There is a some- 

 thing, an essential something wanting in me. 

 I feel it, I know it, though what it is, I can- 

 not but guess. I have read somewhere that in 

 the tropical climates there are annuals of 

 as ample girth as forest trees ; so, by a very 

 dim likeness, I seem to myself to distinguish 

 power from strength and to have only the 

 power." 



PISCATOR. A curious and melancholy psycho- 

 logical condition, and yet I dare say true. 



AMICUS. What loud harsh note was that ? It 

 seems to come from yonder wooded islet. 



PISCATOR. It is the cry of the heron. This 

 beautiful little lake Eydalmere, is the sole 

 property of the lady of the manor ; and under 

 protection a few herons, here secure from mo- 



