Translation. and pretending a desire to see me delivered from bad counsels, in order to point out to me the things that required reformation. I, feeling myself innocent, and desirous to avoid the shedding of blood, placed myself in their hands, wishing to reform what was amiss. They immediately seized, and imprisoned me. When I upbraided them with a breach of their promise, and requested to be informed why I was thus treated, they all absented themselves. I demanded to be heard in Council, which... - Page 245

O'er the parched waste beside an Arab's tent; Or the Indian tree whose branches, downward bent, Take root again, a boundless canopy. How sweet were leisure ! could it yield no more Than 'mid that wave-washed Churchyard to recline, From pastoral graves extracting thoughts divine; Or there to pace, and mark the summits hoar Of distant moonlit mountains faintly shine, Soothed by the unseen River's gentle roar. - Page 190

Nor wanting, at wide intervals, the bulk Of ancient Minster, lifted above the cloud Of the dense air, which town or city breeds To intercept the sun's glad beams — may ne'er That true succession fail of English Hearts... - Page 220

The religio loci is no where violated by these unstinted, yet unpretending, works of human hands. They exhibit generally a well-proportioned oblong, with a suitable porch, in some instances a steeple tower, and in others nothing more than a small belfry, in which one or two bells hang visibly. But these objects, though pleasing in their forms, must necessarily, more than others in rural scenery, derive their interest from the sentiments of piety and reverence for the modest virtues and simple manners... - Page 414

CHILD of the clouds ! remote from every taint Of sordid industry thy lot is cast ; Thine are the honours of the lofty waste ; Not seldom, when with heat the valleys faint, Thy handmaid Frost with spangled tissue quaint Thy cradle decks ; — to chant thy birth, thou hast No meaner Poet than the whistling Blast, And Desolation is thy Patron-saint! - Page 183

THE KIRK of ULPHA to the Pilgrim's eye Is welcome as a Star, that doth present Its shining forehead through the peaceful rent Of a black cloud diffused o'er half the sky... - Page 190

... cheerfulness, which attend the celebration of the Sabbath-day in rural places, are profitably chastised by the sight of the Graves of Kindred and Friends, gathered together in that general Home towards which the thoughtful yet happy Spectators themselves are journeying. Hence a Parish Church, in the stillness of the Country, is a visible centre of a community of the living and the dead ; a point to which are habitually referred the nearest concerns of both. - Page 220

Octachorum sanctos templum surrexit in usus, Octagonus fons est, munere dignus eo. Hoc numero decuit sacri baptismatis aulam Surgere, quo populis vera salus rediit Luce resurgentis Christi, qui claustra resolvit Mortis, et a tumulis, suscitet examines.'^ " A few of tbe more remarkable fonts of this figure may be noted. - Page 132

Thy cradle decks ; to chant thy birth thou hast No meaner poet than the whistling blast. And Desolation is thy patron-saint ! She guards thee, ruthless power ! who would not spare Those mighty forests, once the bison's screen, Where stalked the huge deer to his shaggy lair Through paths and alleys roofed with sombre green, Thousands of years before the silent air Was pierced by whizzing shaft of hunter keen ! How shall I paint thee? - Page 183

Should bind the vassal to his lord's domains? — The thoughtful Monks, intent their God to please, For Christ's dear sake, by human sympathies Poured from the bosom of thy Church, St. Bees! But all availed not; by a mandate given Through lawless will the Brotherhood was driven Forth from their cells; their ancient House laid low In Reformation's sweeping overthrow. - Page 354