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After a preparatory hem! and a glance at the mirror to ascertain that her look was sufficiently sentimental, the poetess began: "There is a calm, a holy feeling, Vulgar minds, can never know, O'er the bosom softly stealing, Chasten'd grief, delicious woe! Oh! how sweet at eve regaining Yon lone tower's sequester'd shade Sadly mute and uncomplaining "
I hear, however, with much satisfaction, that these old hop-kilns and storerooms have been of great service during the war for drying medicinal herbs, chiefly belladonna and henbane, and that in 1917 the turnover exceeded £6,000. "Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way." GRAY'S Elegy.
Pope, in his Windsor Forest. Ye sacred nine, that all my soul possess, Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bless; Bear me, O bear me, to sequester'd scenes, The bow'ry mazes, and surrounding greens; To Thames's bank which fragrant breezes fill, Or where the muses sport on Cooper's-hill.
"Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood: To the which place our poor sequester'd stag Did come to languish; and indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heaved forth such groans That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting, and the big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase.
'Meanwhile the roar continues, till at length, Escaped as from an enemy, we turn Abruptly into some sequester'd nook, Still as a shelter'd place when winds blow loud! I remember meeting a man once, in a train, who told me of what must have been quite the most perfect instance of this pleasure of escape.
They are followed by Robin Anstruther, Jamie, and Ralph on bicycles, and before long the stalwart figure of Ronald Macdonald appears in the distance, just in time for a cup of tea, which we brew in Lady Ardmore's bath-house on the beach. 'To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways.
Wordsworth, in a beautiful passage of the "Prelude," has used this as a figure for the feeling struck in us by the quiet by-streets of London after the uproar of the great thoroughfares; and the comparison may be turned the other way with as good effect: "Meanwhile the roar continues, till at length, Escaped as from an enemy, we turn Abruptly into some sequester'd nook, Still as a shelter'd place when winds blow loud!"
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