Cues from all Quarters;

OR, THE

LITERARY MUSINGS

OF

'He was 'a stricken deer that left the herd.'
His musings called he browsings, ruminations,
In language of the herd. To chew the cud
Is the suggestive sense of ruminations.
The study hath such, as the meadow hath.
And these were of them. But the ruminant
In study pent inclines to chew the cud
Of sweet and bitter fancies, and of facts
Sometimes both soluble and succulent,
And sometimes not."

Boston:

ON

1794.

A CLERICAL REGLUSE.

US È

Per.

Francis Jacox

1871.

RY:

ROBERTS BROTHERS.

NICIAS FOXCAR.

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HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY

MAR 5 1941

RACTER

V. SOLITUDE IN CROWDS

VI. CITIES OF REFUGE: A SEQUEL TO SOLITUDE IN CROWDS

VII. THE BRUTE WORLD A MYSTERY

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VIII. HANDY-DANDY, JUSTICE AND THIEF.-A CUE FROM

FROM SHAKSPEARE-

XIX. THE LAST SMILE

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SHAKSPEARE

IX. ABOUT SQUARE MEN IN ROUND HOLES; AND ROUND

IN SQUARE

X. ABOUT TOIL AS A BOON TO SORROW

XI. ABOUT GREAT GRIEFS AS A MEDICINE TO LESS.-A CUE

FROM SHAKSPEARE -

XII. ABOUT CONTRADICTORY PEOPLE: READINGS OF CHA-

XIII. ABOUT FINDING ONE'S OCCUPATION GONE.-A

XIV. A GOOD LISTENER

XV. OUR LITTLE LIFE DREAM-FRAUGHT, SLEEP-ROUNDED.

-A CUE FROM SHAKSPEARE

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XVI. A GOUTY SUBJECT

XVII. ABOUT PETER BELL AND PRIMROSES.-A CUE FROM

WORDSWORTH

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XVIII. ABOUT EJUXRIA AND GOMBROON: GLIMPSES OF DAY-

DREAMLAND

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HAD been looking in the morning at Lough's fine recumbent statue of Robert Southey-now laid out in white marble, within Crosthwaite Church. The impression of the old laureate's pinched features, and keen time-tried sorrowworn aspect, gave fresh force and feeling to those lines of his, which I happened to light upon in the evening, while turning over, with random listlessness, his miscellaneous poems,— those tenderly retrospective lines, written by him in 1796, and headed, "On My Own Miniature Picture, taken at Two Years of Age." Whatever contrast was suggested to the poet, then in the first flush of earliest manhood, between himself at three or four and twenty, and at tiny two,-how pathetically, to my remembrances, that contrast was now reinforced, by glancing at once from the monument of an over-worked veteran to the miniature of a little child.

And I was once like this! that glowing cheek
Was mine, those pleasure-sparkling eyes; that brow