He could as much of tenderness remark 190 When parting for a ramble in the park. “Yet, is it just?” he thought; “and would I see My Brother wretched but to part with me? What can he further in my mind explore? He saw enough, and he would see no more. Happy himself, he wishes now to slide } Back to his habits——He is satisfied; } But I am not—this cannot be denied. } “He has been kind—so let me think him still; Yet he expresses not a wish, a will 200 To meet again!”——And thus affection strove With pride, and petulance made war on love. He thought his Brother cool—he knew him kind— And there was sore division in his mind. “Hours yet remain—’tis misery to sit With minds for conversation all unfit; No evil can from change of place arise, And good will spring from air and exercise: Suppose I take the purposed ride with you, And guide your jaded praise to objects new, 210 That buyers see?”—— And Richard gave assent } Without resistance, and without intent; } He liked not nor declined—and forth the Brothers went. } “Come, my dear Richard! let us cast away } All evil thoughts—let us forget the day, } And fight like men with grief till we like boys are gay.” } Thus George—and even this in Richard’s mind Was judged an effort rather wise than kind; This flow’d from something he observed of late, And he could feel it, but he could not state; 220 He thought some change appear’d—yet fail’d to prove, Even as he tried, abatement in the love; But in his Brother’s manner was restraint That he could feel, and yet he could not paint. That they should part in peace full well he knew, But much he fear’d to part with coolness too. George had been peevish when the subject rose, And never fail’d the parting to oppose; Name it, and straight his features cloudy grew To stop the journey as the clouds will do;— 230 And thus they rode along in pensive mood, Their thoughts pursuing, by their cares pursued. “Richard,” said George, “I see it is in vain By love or prayer my Brother to retain; And, truth to tell, it was a foolish thing A man like thee from thy repose to bring Ours to disturb——Say, how am I to live Without the comforts thou art wont to give? How will the heavy hours my mind afflict— No one t’ agree, no one to contradict; 240 None to awake, excite me, or prevent; To hear a tale, or hold an argument; To help my worship in a case of doubt, And bring me in my blunders fairly out. “Who now by manners lively or serene Comes between me and sorrow like a screen, And giving, what I look’d not to have found, A care, an interest in the world around?” Silent was Richard, striving to adjust His thoughts for speech—for speak, he thought, he must. 250 Something like war within his bosom strove—