He rose; and so do We, for probably by this time you may have discovered that we have been describing Ourselves in our siesta or mid-day snooze--as we have been beholding in our mind's eye our venerated and mysterious Double. We cannot help flattering ourselves--if indeed it be flattery--that though no relative of his, we have a look of the Pedlar--as he is elaborately painted by the hand of a great master in the aforesaid Poem. "Him had I mark'd the day before--alone, And station'd in the public way, with, face Turn'd to the sun then setting, while that staff Afforded to the figure of the man, Detain'd for contemplation or repose, Graceful support," &c. As if it were yesterday, we remember our first interview with the Bard. It was at the Lady's Oak, between Ambleside and Rydal. We were then in the very flower of our age--just sixty; so we need not say the century had then seen but little of this world. The Bard was a mere boy of some six lustres, and had a lyrical-ballad look that established his identity at first sight, all unlike the lackadaisical. His right hand was within his vest on the region of the heart, and he ceased his crooning as we stood face to face. What a noble countenance! at once austere and gracious--haughty and benign--of a man conscious of his greatness while yet companioning with the humble--an unrecognised power dwelling in the woods. Our figure at that moment so impressed itself on his imagination, that it in time supplanted the image of the real Pedlar, and grew into the _Emeritus of the Three Days_. We were standing in that very attitude--having deposited on the coping of the wall our Kit, since adopted by the British Army, with us at once a library and a larder. And again--and even more characteristically,-- "Plain was his garb: Such as might suit a rustic sire, prepared For Sabbath duties; yet he was a man Whom no one could have pass'd without remark, Active and nervous was his gait; his limbs And his whole figure breathed intelligence. Time had compress'd the freshness of his cheeks Into a narrower circle of deep red, But had not tamed his eye, that under brows, Shaggy and grey, had meanings, which it brought From years of youth; whilst, like a being made Of many beings, he had wondrous skill To blend with knowledge of the years to come, Human, or such as lie beyond the grave." In our intellectual characters we indulge the pleasing hope that there are some striking points of resemblance, on which, however, our modesty will not permit us to dwell--and incur acquirements, more particularly in Plane and Spherical Trigonometry:-- "While yet he linger'd in the rudiments Of science, and among her simplest laws, His triangles--they were the stars of heaven, The silent stars! oft did he take delight To measure the altitude of some tall crag, That is the eagle's birthplace," &c.