...hawthorn grew ; Here, as with doubtful, pensive step I range, Trace every scene, and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. Indeed, it seems not a little probable that these very lines did pass through the mind of Sir Astley...

...him self:— " In all my wand'rings through this world of care, In all my griefs— and GoJ has giv'n my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by...

...affections ; it was the home of my childhood. There slowly glided away life's sweetest, brightest days. " In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefj, and God bos given my share," 12 fond memory has turned to this old mansion, as the needle turns...

...illustrative lines as the following may be quoted : — In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In nil my griefs — and God has given my share — • I...crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down. Or, again, the lines beginning О blest retirement, friend to life's decline. Retreats from care, that...

...ended his days in a Continental abbey, longing for the grey skies and green fields of his homeland: In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — / still had hopes my latest hour to crown, Among those humble bowers to lay me down; And as a hare...

...once I received it. The verses took firm hold, have withstood "the whips and scorns of time," — " In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share," — have presented themselves, and still do present themselves, though I have been face to face with...

...fines, Pauperis et tuguri congestum cespite culmen. Post aliquot mca regna vi hens mirabor aristas ? Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. The adjective 'sweet,' is frequently, and very properly, in use as a substitute for agreeable or pleasant,...

...grounds, And, many a year elapsed, retum to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthom grew, Sij Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast and tums the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God...

...things, and all men are his scholars ; Yet is he a strange tutor, unteaching that which he has taught." " Remembrance wakes with all her busy train Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain." tJ^li WAS ashamed and humilated by the earnest words of Thalia, and felt that she expressed the truth...

...Songs of Wicklow,' when interesting, are too long for this book. OLD AGE From tI,e ' Deserted, Village' IN all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs—and God has given my share— I still had hopes my later hours to crown, Amidst these humble...