An<l rarely wandered in his speech, or drewllis thoughts so forth as to offend the view. 3Go

XIX.

With all that chilling mystery of mien.

And seeming gladness to remain unseen ;

He had (if 'twore not nature’s hoon) an artOf fixing memory on another's heart:

It was not love perchance — norhate— nor aughtThat words can image to express the thought;But they who saw him did uot see in vain.And once beheld , would ask of him again :And those to whom he spake remembered well,And on the words, howeverlight, would dwell: 3jojSonc knew, nor how, nor why, hut he entwinedHimself perforce around the hearer’s mind;There he was stamp’d, in likiug, or in hate,.

If greeted once; however brief the dateThat friendship, pity, or aversion I new ,

Still there within the inmost thought he grew.You could not penetrate his soul, hut found.Despite your wonder, to your own he wouud;His presence haunted still; and from the breastHe forced an all - unwilling interest: 3&0

Vain was the struggle in that menial net,tlis spirit seemed to dare you to forget)