I DO not knoing te at ed apartments of some fine old family mansion. traces of extinct grandeur admit of a better passion templations on t and good, s, ible le of modern occy, and vanities of foolis aristocracy. ttends us betering ay and a croer it is e present y -- an act of iion on t of some of tory -- or a trait of affectation, or    of ts us by our best ts, dis    ty of er Sexton, traverse try cy t ions, old and young, t ion tor -- turbiions, no cross flig parisons, drink in tranquillity of till tionless as t kneel and hee.

        Journeying nortely, I could not resist going some fe of my road to look upon t    t ely pulled it doill I ion t it could not all    so mucy     oo t and rubbis.

        t ion of a feo -- an antiquity.

        I onis tin of everytood t gates?    bou-yard?    did t-atives of t ely and so spacious.

        Deat sim at te. t asion.

        ar k tru, at t ts at my . I s to to spare a plank at least out of tore-room, in    I used to sit and read Co before, and t one solitary    ever ed it about me -- it is in mine ears no as summer returns; or a pannel of the yellow room.

        , tapestried bed-rooms -- tapestry so mucter ting -- not ad merely, but peopling t -- at s coverlid (replaced as quickly) to exercise its tender ce in a momentary eye-enter ern brigaring reciprocally -- all Ovid on tions. Actaeon in mid sprout, ill more provoking, and almost ary ess of Dan Pely divesting of Marsyas.

        t ed room -- in    alime, y, terror-taio ion . --    up again?

        It ed place, yet not so loed but t traces of t inmates s furniture ill standing -- even to tarnis leattledores, and crumblilecocks in told t c I ment, knew every nook and er, wondered and worshipped everywhere.

        tude of uc, as it is tion. Se a passion for t, to say ance from trees, ic lake, suco t to pass its strid proper prects, t ters lay unexplored for me, and not till late in life, curiosity prevailing over elder devotion, I found, to my astonis, a pretty braed vieensive prospects -- and t not great distance from told of sue, being out of to roam, I ill closer t securer cture of t garden-loving poet --

        Bind me, ye wines,

        Curl me about, ye gadding vines,

        And oh so close your circles lace

        t I may never leave this place

        But, lest your fetters prove too weak,

        Ere I your silken bondage break,

        Do you, O brambles coo,

        And, courteous briars, nail me through!

        I    roof-parlours te by ten -- frugal boards, and all tion of my birted i,    impeac to te lessons, I am not sorry to o aken, if but a peep, in c trasting acts of a great fortune.

        to ility, it is not necessary to le. try may be erms to be obliged to an importunate race of aors; and t less antiquary in    to as gay a vanity as t t    to strip me of an idea? Is it trenc to t be orn aarniser?

        , else,    to us? edious genealogies, or tulatory brass mos?    to us terrupted current of t anso a ate and correspo elevation?

        Or tered and diminisc ime-airs, BLAKESMOOR!    stood p upon tic cers -- tic supporters, ic "Resurgam" -- till, every dreg of peasantry purging off, I received into myself Very Gentility? t first in my m eyes; and of nig detained my steps from bedill it    a step from gazing at to dreaming on thee.

        true gentry by adoption; table c, as empirics ransfusion.

        rop, I inquired not; but its fading rags, and colours cobaiold t its subject uries back.

        And or at t date as feeding flocks, not    vindicate to myself trappings of triumps    possibly ime upon my poor pastoral progenitor.

        If it ion so to speculate, t o reason to plain. trifle; and I    to appropriate to myself o raise my fancy, or to sooty.

        I rue desdent of t t family of t name, we places.

        Mine    gallery of good old family portraits, ions looked grave, as it seemed, at ts of fled posterity.

        t beauty oral drapery, and a lamb -- t    t bay    yelloake it.

        Mioo, BLAKESMOOR, s mosaic pavements, and its tately busts in marble ranged round: of y of Nero, I remember,    of my    tood in t fresality.

        Mioo, ty Justice s one cy, error of luckless poacful maiden -- so on si bats ed in it.

        Mioo -- -garden, s sun-baked soutriple terraces, s no lead, save t a speck s, bespake tiate to    and glittering; t quarters backill; and, stretcill beyond, in old formality, t of t antique image in tre, Goddess I    not; but co Pan or to Sylvanus in tive groves, to t fragmental mystery.

        as it for t I kissed my coo fervently in your idol imes t as men, inguisations to be revivified.
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