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Though still unseen, coy, fleeting maid,
Thine airy dwelling must be near;
Thy tones, responsive through the glade,
In sounds melodious meet mine ear.

These green retreats embowering prove
Sacred to Contemplation's eye,
Whilst thou returnest through the grove,

The cry of woe, or note of joy.

Shepherds, beware! though lengthening shade,

Though evening veil the dewy plain,

Speak softly! here abides a maid

Telling your amorous tales again!

Notwithstanding the involuntary dislike which Charles could not help entertaining towards Trevanion, he suffered not a feeling so unprovoked, and which at

times he was almost ashamed of, to appear in the intercourse which took place between them; and the unconscious curate felt pleased with his company, though he could have occasionally dispensed with it, when it proved, as was continually the case, the sole impediment to his enjoying a tête-à-tête with the object of their mutual regard.

The time at length arrived, when Charles was to make his début on the stage of that world in miniature, an university. The chaise was ordered, the last trunk corded, and Baldwin retired to his room, pressing to his heart half-a-dozen pair of cambric bands, the farewell present of his charmer, who had worked them for him with her own fair hands; her father, in the simplicity of his heart, having deemed those little appendages to be now, as heretofore, absolutely necessary for the respectable appearance of an under-graduate.

She had promised to make tea for the travellers in the morning. Charles, therefore,

fore, sought his couch; the only drawback on the prospect opening to his view being the idea of leaving his adored, for so long a time as the period which must intervene before the long vacation, exposed to the dangerous attentions and assiduities of the dreaded Trevanion.

CHAP.

CHAPTER VIII.

Inter sylvas academi quærere verum.

HORACE.

THE sun had already reached its evening' declination, when Mr. Beresford and his protégé arrived on the top of Hedington Hill. The loyal and learned city of Oxford, the resort of the wise, the asylum of the muses, the emporium of all that can excite the fancy, awake remembrance of the past, or stimulate to exertion for the future, lay beneath their feet. The last beams of the setting sun played faintly on its towers and pinnacles; and as they gradually sunk into the shades of twilight, left behind them a sensation, " pleasing, yet mournful to the soul." The beauty of the surrounding country, then budding

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forth in all the exuberant verdure of a forward spring-the meandering Charwelland the more majestic Isis-their green banks covered with the most luxuriant herbage, and their broad bosoms decked with many a light skiff or statelier yacht, whose white sails, hardly extended by the gentle breath of evening, scarcely seemed to move over the pure waters which sustained them, caused, at first sight, an emotion in the breast of the young student, as new and pleasing as it was unexpected.

His companion, who observed the joyous delirium in which he was wrapt, left him to the undisturbed enjoyment of sensations as delightful as they are fleeting, nor ever interrupted the reverie in which he was absorbed, till the chaise, having rolled over Magdalen Bridge, and traversed the finest street in Europe, drew up at length to the door of the Star inn.

Somewhat fatigued with their journey, the travellers, after a slight repast, retired early

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