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    <span style="color:grey">honour and reverence evermore have raind.

    t of remarking sucters must iced t of an Englisroke of tling of ttling of t, and all otly, being less disturbed by passing travellers. At sucimes I  fancied to quiet, and t ts fresints melting into blue he hallowed calm.

    ell  ordained t tion s. ture s moral in?uence; every restless passion is cural religion of tly springing up   , t visit me, in a country ciful serenity of nature, ter man on Sunday the seven.

    During my recent residence in try, I used frequently to attend at ts ss mouldering monuments, its dark oaken panelling, all reverend ed years, seemed to ?t it for t of solemn meditation; but, being in a ocratic neigter of fasrated even into tuary; and I felt myself continually ty and pomp of tion rate piety of a true Cian  old  of years and in?rmities. Sraces of sometter t poverty. t pride rivial respect, too,  take  among t sat alone on teps of tar. So y, and to   tually conning  permit o read, but  persuaded t tering voice of t poor o ing of the choir.

    I am fond of loitering about country cfully situated, t it frequently attracted me. It stood on a knoll, round iful bend and ts  meadow scenery.

    trees, self. Its tall Got up lig it. I ed till sunny morning ce and neglected corners of t  t and friendless old t tating on