Night and Morning [antikvár]

NIGHT AND MORNING. BOOK I. " Noch in meines Lebens Lenze War ich und ich wandert' aus. Und der Jugend frohe Tänze Liess ich in des Vaters Haus." Schiller : Der Pilgrim. INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER. " Now rests our vicar. They who knew him best. Proclaim his life to have been entirely rest; Nor one so old has left this world of sin. More like the being that he entered in." Crabbe. In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A—. It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but little known to those luxurious amateurs of the Picturesque who view Nature through the windows of a carriage and four. Nor, indeed, is there any thing, whether of scenery or association, in the place itself, sufficient to allure the more sturdy enthusiast from the beaten tracks which tourists and guidebooks prescribe to those who search the Sublime and Beautiful amidst the mountain homes of the ancient Britons. Still, on the whole, the village is not without its attractions. It is placed in a small valley, through which winds and leaps, down many a rocky fall—a clear, babbling, noisy rivulet, that affords excellent sport to the brethren of the angle. Thither^ accordingly, in the summer season occasionally resort the Waltons of the neighbourhood—young farmers, retired traders, with now and then a stray artist, or a roving student from one of tlie univer-