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'He was 'a stricken deer that left the herd.'
V. SOLITUDE IN CROWDS
VI. CITIES OF REFUGE: A SEQUEL TO SOLITUDE IN CROWDS 93
VII. THE BRUTE WORLD A MYSTERY
VIII. HANDY-DANDY, JUSTICE AND THIEF.-A CUE FROM
IX. ABOUT SQUARE MEN IN ROUND HOLES ; AND ROUND
X. ABOUT TOIL AS A BOON TO SORROW
XI. ABOUT GREAT GRIEFS AS A MEDICINE TO LESS.-A CUE
FROM SHAKSPEARE -
XII. ABOUT CONTRADICTORY PEOPLE: READINGS OF CHA-
XIII. ABOUT FINDING ONE'S OCCUPATION GONE. --A CUE
XIV, A GOOD LISTENER
XV. OUR LITTLE LIFE DREAM-FRAUGHT, SLEEP-ROUNDED.
-A CUE FROM SHAKSPEARE
XVI. A GOUTY SUBJECT
XVII. ABOUT PETER BELL AND PRIMROSES.-A CUE FROM
XVIII. ABOUT EJUXRIA AND GOMBROON : GLIMPSES OF DAY.
XIX. THE LAST SMILE
CUES FROM ALL QUARTERS.
Dnce a Child.
HAD been looking in the morning at Lough's fine re
cumbent statue of Robert Southey—now laid out in white marble, within Crosthwaite Church. The impression of the old laureate's pinched features, and keen time-tried sorrowworn aspect, gave fresh force and feeling to those lines of his, which I happened to light upon in the evening, while turning over, with random listlessness, his miscellaneous poems, those tenderly retrospective lines, written by him in 1796, and headed, “On My Own Miniature Picture, taken at Two Years of Age.” Whatever contrast was suggested to the poet, then in the first flush of earliest manhood, between himself at three or four and twenty, and at tiny two,-how pathetically, to my remembrances, that contrast was now reinforced, by glancing at once from the monument of an over-worked veteran to the miniature of a little child.
And I was once like this ! that glowing cheek