There cannot be a more touching beauty. Lowly applies to both. From their lowly bed in their lowly dwellings among the quick, those joyous sounds used to awaken them; from their lowly bed in their lowly dwellings among the dead, those joyous sounds will awaken them never more: but a sound will awaken them when He comes to judge both the quick and the dead; and for them there is Christian hope--from "Many a holy text around them strewed That teach the rustic moralist to die." NORTH. "Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe hath broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!" This stanza--says Mr Mitford--"is made up of various pieces inlaid. 'Stubborn glebe' is from Gay; 'drive afield' from Milton; 'sturdy stroke' from Spenser. Such is too much the system of Gray's composition, and therefore such the cause of his imperfections. Purity of language, accuracy of thought, and even similarity of rhyme, all give way to the introduction of certain poetical expressions; in fact, the beautiful jewel, when brought, does not fit into the new setting, or socket. Such is the difference between the flower stuck into the ground and those that grow from it." Talboys? BULLER. Why not--Buller? TALBOYS. I give way to the gentleman. BULLER. Not for worlds would I take the word out of any man's mouth. TALBOYS. Gray took "stubborn glebe" from Gay. Why from Gay? It has been familiar in men's mouths from the introduction of agriculture into this Island. May not a Saxon gentleman say "drive their teams afield" without charge of theft from Milton, who said "drove afield." Who first said "Gee-ho, Dobbin?" Was Spenser the first--the only man before Milton--who used "sturdy stroke?" and has nobody used it since Gray? BULLER. You could give a "sturdy stroke" yourself, Talboys. What's your weight? TALBOYS. Gray's style is sometimes too composite--you yourself, sir, would not deny it is so--but Mr Mitford's instances here are absurd, and the charge founded on them false. Gray seldom, if ever--say never, "_sacrifices_ purity of language, and accuracy of thought," for the sake of introducing certain poetical expressions. "All give way" is a gross exaggeration. The beautiful words of the brethren, with which his loving memory was stored, came up in the hour of imagination, and took their place among the words as beautiful of his own congenial inspirations; the flowers he transplanted from poetry "languished not, grew dim, nor died;" for he had taken them up gently by the roots, and with some of the old mould adhering to their tendrils, and, true florist as he was, had prepared for them a richest soil in his own garden, which he held from nature, and which the sun and the dew of nature nourished, and will nourish for ever. BULLER.