They then returned to the neighbourhood of Rydal. To the inexpressible grief of her husband, father, mother, brothers, and friends, Dora Quillinan died in 1847, little more than a year after her return to her native vale.

Mr. Quillinan is the author of The Conspirators,' a series of Tales on the Philadelphian Plots in Napoleon's Armies; and also of various Reviews, chiefly on foreign literature; and of many poems, most of which are in manuscript, and among them a translation in 8va rima, of the first half (or five cantos) of the Lusiad of Camoens. He is at present engaged on a Translation of the History of Portugal, by Sr. Herculano, Librarian to the King. This work, of which only three or four volumes are yet published, is so elaborately and ably written by the Portuguese author as to lessen regret for the non-accomplishment of Mr. Southey's long-meditated work on the same subject.

[The monumental inscription referred to above is as followsthe first six lines of the verse being by Wordsworth:

'In the burial-ground of the church are deposited the remains of Jemima Ann Deborah, second daughter of Sir Egerton Brydges, of Denton Court, Kent, Bart. She departed this life, at the Ivy Cottage, Rydal, May 25, 1822, aged 28 years. This memorial is erected by her husband, Edward Quillinan.

These vales were saddened with no common gloom,

When good Jemima perished in her bloom;
When such the awful will of Heaven, she died
By flames breathed on her from her own fireside.
On earth we dimly see, and but in part
We know, yet faith sustains the sorrowing heart.
And she, the pure, the patient, and the meek,
Might have fit epitaph, could feelings speak:
If words could tell and monuments record,
How treasures lost are inwardly deplored,

No name by grief's fond eloquence adorned,

More than Jemima's would be praised and mourned;

The tender virtues of her blameless life,

Bright in the daughter, brighter in the wife;

And in the cheerful mother brightest shone

That light hath passed away the will of God be done.'

'Notes of a Tour, &c. 1827,' in Hone's Table-Book,' Vol. II.

p. 280.-H. R.]

CHAPTER LVII.

PERSONAL HISTORY, 1841-1843.

To the Rev. Dr. Wordsworth, Master of Trinity College, Cambridge.

'My dear Brother,

"Your affectionate and generous kindness to your, I trust, deserving niece, has quite overpowered me and her mother, to whom I could not forbear communicating the contents of your letter.'

The above relates to an act of kindness which the late Master of Trinity had the happiness of performing, on the occasion of Dora Wordsworth's marriage.

The following refers to a serious accident which occurred to him at Cambridge, by a fall from his horse.

'The good accounts which we receive from time to time of your progress towards perfect recovery from your late severe accident, embolden me to congratulate you in my own name, and the whole of my family.

'It remains now for us to join heartily, as we all do, in expressing a wish that, being convalescent, you would not be tempted to over-exert yourself. I need scarcely add,

that we all unite with you and your sons, with Susan, and your other relations, and all your friends, in fervent thanks to Almighty God for His goodness in preserving you.

As a brother I feel deeply; and regarding your life as most valuable to the community, I the more rejoice in the prospect of your life being prolonged.

'Believe me, my dear Brother,

'Most affectionately yours,

'WM. WORDSWORTH.'

To Professor Reed.

'Rydal Mount, Ambleside, Aug. 16, 1841.

'My dear Mr. Reed,

'I have lately had the pleasure of seeing, both in London and at my own house, the Bishop of New Jersey. He is a man of no ordinary powers of mind and attainments, of warm feelings and sincere piety. Indeed, I never saw a person of your country, which is remarkable for cordiality, whose manner was so thoroughly cordial. He had been greatly delighted with his reception in England, and what he had seen of it both in art and nature. By the by, I heard him preach an excellent sermon in London. I believe this privilege is of modern date. The Bishop has furnished me with his funeral sermon upon Bishop White, to assist me in fulfilling a request which you first made to me, viz., that I would add a Sonnet to my Ecclesiastical Series, upon the union of the two Episcopal churches of England and America. I will endeavour to do so, when I have more leisure than at

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1 Dr. Seabury was consecrated bishop (of Connecticut) by Scottish bishops at Aberdeen, on the 14th November, 1784. Dr. White and Dr. Provoost were consecrated bishops (of Pennsylvania and of New York), at Lambeth, 4th February, 1787.

present, this being the season when our beautiful region

up much of my time.

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attracts many strangers, who take
'Do you know of
with the highest eulogy, certain

She has just sent me,

essays of. Our

and he appear to be what the French used to call esprits forts, though the French idols showed their spirit after a somewhat different fashion. Our two present Philosophes, who have taken a language which they suppose to be English for their vehicle, are verily "par nobile fratrum," and it is a pity that the weakness of our age has not left them exclusively to this appropriate reward - mutual admiration. Where is the thing which now passes for philosophy at Boston to stop?

Ever faithfully yours,

'WM. WORDSWORTH."

To John Peace, Esq.

Rydal Mount, Sept. 4, 1841.

'My dear Peace,

'Mrs. W. is quite well. We were three months and as many weeks absent before we reached our own home again. We made a very agreeable tour in Devonshire, going by Exeter to Plymouth, and returning along the coast by Salisbury and Winchester to London. In London and its neighbourhood we stayed not quite a month. During this tour we visited my old haunts, at and about Alfoxden and Netherstowey, and at Coleorton, where we stayed several days. These were farewell visits for life, and of course not a little interesting.

Ever faithfully yours,

"W. WORDSWORTH.'