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animate, appears to feel the heavenly in- 

 fluence of the hour, who can behold such a 

 scene without exclaiming: " Heaven and 

 Earth are full of the Majesty of THY Glory !" 



" Time was when field and watery cove 

 With modulated echoes rang, 

 While choirs of fervent angels sang 

 Their vespers in the grove ; 



such holy rite, 



Methinks, if audibly repeated now 

 From hill or valley, could not move 

 Sublimer transport, purer love, 

 Than doth this silent spectacle the gleam, 

 The shadow, and the peace supreme !" 



WORDSWORTH. 



Middleham and Leyburn, quiet old country 

 towns, whose population is not greater than 

 it was three hundred years ago, present a 

 striking contrast to those hot-beds of vice 

 and wretchedness, which, under the influence 

 of the manufacturing system, have sprung up 

 during the last half century with the rapidity 

 of an excrescence, which swells as the body, 

 whose disease gives it birth, declines. Those 



