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He had the lightest foot in Ennerdale :
But those two Orphans !
Orphans !-Such they wereYet not while Walter lived :-for, though their
parents Lay buried side by side as now they lie, The old man was a father to the boys, Two fathers in one father: and if tears, Shed when he talked of them where they were
not, And hauntings from the infirmity of love, Are aught of what makes up a mother's heart, This old man, in the day of his old age, Was half a mother to them. If you weep, sir, To hear a stranger talking about strangers, Heaven bless you when you are among your
kindred! Ay-you may turn that way it is a grave Which will bear looking at.
These boys—I hope They loved this good old Man!
They did-and truly : But that was what we almost overlooked, They were such darlings of each other. Yes, Though from the cradle they had lived with
Walter, The only kinsman near them, and though he Inclined to both by reason of his age, With a more fond, familiar tenderness, They, notwithstanding, had much love to spare, And it all went into each other's hearts. Leonard, the elder by just eighteen months, Was two years taller: 'twas a joy to see, To hear, to meet them!-From their house the
school Is distant three short miles-and in the time Of storm and thaw, when every water-course And unbridged stream, such as you may have
noticed Crossing our roads at every hundred steps, Was swoln into a noisy rivulet, Would Leonard then, when elder boys remained At home, go staggering through the slippery
Bearing his Brother on his back. I have seen
him, On windy days, in one of those stray brooks, Ay, more than once I have seen him, mid-leg
deep, Their two books lying both on a dry stone, Upon the hither side: and once I said, As I remember, looking round these rocks And hills on which we all of us were born, That God who made the great book of the
world Would bless such piety
It may be then
Never did worthier lads break English bread;
there. Like roe-bucks they went bounding o'er the
They played like two young ravens on the
That they might
'Tis of the elder brother I am speaking:
And, but for that same uncle, to this hour
sheep, A pretty flock, and which, for aught I know, Had clothed the Ewbanks for a thousand
years :Well-all was gone, and they were destitute. And Leonard, chiefly for his Brother's sake, Resolved to try his fortune on the seas. Twelve years are past since we had tidings from
him. If there were one among us who had heard That Leonard Ewbank was come home again, From the great Gavel,* down by Leeza's Banks, And down the Enna, far as Egremont, The day would be a joyous festival ; And those two bells of ours, which there you
Hanging in the open air-but, O good, Sir!
* The Great Gavel is one of the highest of the Cumberland mountains.
The Leeza is a river which flows into the Lake of Ennerdale.