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CHAPTER VI. 



* I wandered through the lofty halls 



Trod by the Percys of old fame, 

 And traced upon the chapel walls 



Each high heroic name, 

 From him who once his standard set 

 Where now, o'er mosque and minaret, 

 Glitter the Sultan's crescent moons j 

 To him who, when a younger son, 

 Fought for King George at Lexington, 

 As major of dragoons. 



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This last half stanza it has dashed 



From my warm lip the sparkling cup. 

 The light that o'er my eyebeam flashed, 



The power that bore my spirit up 

 Above this bank-note world, is gone ; 

 And Alnwick's but a market-town. 

 And this, alas ! its market day, 

 And beasts and borderers throng the way ; 

 Oxen and bleating lambs in lots, 

 Northumbrians and plaided Scots, 

 Men in the coal and cattle line ; 

 From Teviot's bard and hero land, 

 From Royal Berwick's beach of sand, 

 From Wooller, Morpeth, Hexham, and 

 Newcastle-upon-Tyne. 



Fitz Greene Halleck. 



Visit to Mr. John Grey Recollections of the Booths and Mary of Bui 

 termere Sir John Sinclair and his Merino Wool The Turbulent 

 Bull Lord Althorp and his Shorthorns A Downing-street Inter- 

 view Newcastle Races, the Slipping Race Sir Charles Monck 

 Woodhorn A Felton Festival From Morpeth to Belford The 

 Wild Cattle of Chillingham The Border Leicesters. 



WE bid good-bye to Cumberland, and look out at 

 parting for the towers of Naworth, and that 

 wooded vale of Lanercost, whose sanctuary moulders 

 in calm decay amid the fertility which it called into 

 being. There are well-known faces at the station for 



