OLD MAN tRAVELLING; ANIMAL tRANQUILLItY AND DECAY, A SKEtCrong>
ttle hedge-row birds,
t peck along t.
ravels on, and in ep,
, is one expression; every limb,
his look and bending ?gure, all bespeak
A man moves
it--he is insensibly subdued
to settled quiet: he is one by whom
All effort seems forgotten, one to whom
Long patience has such mild composure given,
t patience nohing, of which
ure led
to peace so perfect, t the young behold
it the old man hardly feels.
--I asked
t of his journey; he replied
quot;Sir! I am going many miles to take
quot;A last leave of my son, a mariner,
quot; to Falmouth,
And tal.quot;