Next to the Laureate appeared a serene and majestic figure. He was clad in the simplest manner, and the placid expression of his countenance intimated that lie was the votary of nature and of temperate desires; that the voice of riot and of irregular appetite was unknown to him; and that all was pure and calm within.
His compositions were extremely simple, and copied from the views of nature which were spread around him: they contained many of the essentials of true poetry. It was WORDSWORTH. He obtained a chaplet of lilies and daisies, and withdrew into retirement with a look at the world which shewed with what philanthropic benevolence he quitted its toils and turbulent pleasures.