Wordsworth And Burns

A friend writes us f rom Englaud : We ■visited tho simple tomb of William Wordsworth in Qrasmere cburchyard. The old church stood near it, among the anoient traes. The rapíd Rotha passed the graves and the grand hills lifted their green domes in the cloudless sky. We had ridden past the poet tuned lakes of Windermcre and Qrasmere, with memories of Coleridge, De Qnincey, Christopher North, Mrs. Hemans and Harria Martineau, and had resfed by Rydal Water iu the shadows of Rydal Mounc. "Wordsworth," said oue of our party, calliug to mind the anthor of the "Excursión," ''seerns to be the soul of all these scènes. He made bimself the ever orevailing spirit of the English lakes. ' ' "Bmns was his teacher," said another. "How was that?" we asked. There, under the grand trees lifting their solemn tops to the sun, onr friend repeated a single verse from Wordsworth 's poem on the death of Bnrns : 1 inourned with thousands, but as one More deeply grieved, for he was güna Whost; hpjht I hailcd when flrst it slione And showed my youtb How verse may build a princely thronö On humblo truth.