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minds with sorrowful remembrance. As things 

 turned out, the alarm that had been felt about the 

 loss of the boy, and the delight conspicuously shown 

 at his recovery, must have awakened on both sides 

 some extra tenderness of each to other. It is agree- 

 able to notice how nature, in the hardest and 

 roughest lives, can provide compensations, when we 

 contemplate the tired herd-boy placidly sleeping on 

 the moor in the darkness and the storm, a counter- 

 part of Shakespeare's finely wrought picture in that 

 apostrophe to sleep, which he puts into the mouth of 

 Henry the Fourth : 



" Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast 

 Seal up the ship boy's eyes, and rock his brains 

 In cradle of the rude imperious surge, 

 And in the visitation of the winds, 

 Who take the ruffian billows by the top, 

 Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them 

 With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, 

 That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? 

 Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose 

 To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; 

 And, in tfoe calmest and most stillest night, 

 With all appliances and means to boot, 

 Deny it to a king?" 



