ually living among t t  expected to er Silence quavering forte ditty:

    <span style="color:grey">quot;tis merry in hall, when beards wag all,

    On returning to my inn I could not but re?ect on t of t, to be able to spread ture, to give to ter not to turn t;; into a perfect fairy-land. rue encer,  upon t upon tion and t. Under te delusion. I ry,  ic po  in spirit  Jack Falstaff and emporaries, from t Justice So tle Master Slender and t Anne Page. ten ties of life  illusions, we and unboug in many a lonely hies of social life!

    As I crossed turn, I paused to contemplate tant c lies buried, and could not but exult in tion s quiet and s.  y companionsapcitled multitude?  minster Abbey o stand in beautiful loneliness as ude about t t sensibility; but ure is made up of foibles and prejudices, and its best and tenderest affections are mingled itious feelings.  reno t of er all, t tion, no applause, so s to t  is t o be gat and failing o urns as fondly as does t to to sink to sleep in the scene of his childhood.

    of tful o it covered   and glory of ive place; t s most precious treasure; and t its lessening spire, on emplation, so tle landscape to guide terary pilgrim of every nation to omb!