" THE SHEPHERD LORD." 257 



you were speaking of; by the former in the 

 poem entitled " Song at the Feast of Brougham 

 Castle," upon the restoration of Lord Clifford, 

 the shepherd, to the estates and honours of 

 his ancestors, concluding thus beautifully : 



" Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; 

 His daily teachers had been woods and rills, 

 The silence that is in the starry sky, 

 The sleep that is among the lonely hills. 



" In him the savage virtue of the race, 

 Revenge, and all ferocious thoughts were dead : 

 Nor did he change ; but kept in lofty place, 

 The wisdom which adversity had bred. 



44 Glad were the vales, and every cottage hearth ; 

 The Shepherd Lord was honoured more and more ; 

 And, ages after he was laid in earth, 

 4 The Good Lord Clifford' was the name he bore." 



AMICUS. I remember the story and its happy 

 ending, and I thank you for repeating the 

 verses. Whilst waiting for you, I inquired of 

 the ploughman, whom you see hard by, where 

 the Greta begins and St. John's Beck ends. 

 Though living on the spot, he could give me no 

 precise information ; he seemed even ignorant 

 of the name of the Grreta. 



PISCATOR. A proof of the little interest he 

 takes in it, and of the little curiosity of the 

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