282 Gilpin's forest sceneet. 



Gilpin gives the following translation of these lines at 

 the end of the volume ; — 



' He shewed 

 A grove, which Eomulus, in after times, 

 Made an asylum. Near it, rose a rook, 

 Bedewed with weeping springs, sacred to Pan ; 

 And once more sacred to tlie injured shade 

 Of murdered Argiletus. Then he called aloud 

 The gods to witness, that his soul abhorred 

 The impious deed. To the Tarpeian rock 

 He led the hero next, where now in pomp 

 The capitol upheaves its splendid towers ; 

 Then but a thicket, interwoven close. 

 With Nature's wildest products. Yet e'en then 

 A superstitious awe, and holy fear 

 O'erspread the scene. Doubtless some god, (what god 

 We know not) holds his sacred residence 

 Upon the wooded crest of yon dark grove. 

 Oft when the storm, with brooding darkness, o'er 

 That wood arises, the Arcadians see. 

 Or think they see, the mighty Jove himself 

 Eolling his thunder ; and with bare right arm 

 Plashing his lightnings on a guilty land.' — Ed. 



I cannot conclude this section better than with, 

 another quotation very beautifully adapted to the 

 subject. 



' Meditation here 

 May think down hours to moments. Here the heart 

 May give a useful lesson to the head ; 

 And, learning wiser, grow without its books. 

 Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, 



