104 TRAVEL, ADVENTURE, AND SPORT. 



Vouchsafed her inspiration, and diffused 

 Through meagre lines and colours, and the press 

 Of self-destroying transitory things, 

 Composure, and ennobling harmony/' 



The other book to which I refer expressed the 

 moorland spirit in its gloomiest, wildest mood. It 

 came from that Yorkshire parsonage where the bird of 

 the life of Emily Bronte beat itself to death against 

 the bars of her narrow cage. Speak of torture-cham- 

 bers ! There are things pass under the eyes of men 

 which they can scarcely see, and cannot prevent, 

 before which all physical pain is insignificant. But 

 what must have been the strength, what the loftiness 

 of that spirit which, in its unhappy youth, displayed 

 the silent endurance which good and even great men 

 learn to practise only in their later years 1 AVhat the 

 fate that made her 



" brave, 



Unawed, the darkness of the grave 

 Nay, smile to hear death's billows rave ?" 



But our stay was ended. First A Shui's broad 

 honest face and then our white tower disappeared in 

 the distance, never, in all likelihood, to be seen again 

 by me, except down the dim vista of the Past, where 

 they will long be visible when many palaces have 

 faded away. Carefully wrapped up, and stretched 

 in his chair, my friend was able to get along easily ; 

 but we had a very trying night of it on Mirs' Bay. 

 At Shah-ee-Choong we had to wait a day and a night 



