As Thou art wont, thy sovereignty adorn
      With woman’s gentleness, yet firm and staid;
    So shall that earthly crown thy brows have worn
      Be changed for one whose glory cannot fade.

    And now, by duty urged, I lay this Book
      Before thy Majesty, in humble trust
    That on its simplest pages Thou wilt look
      With a benign indulgence more than just.

    Nor wilt Thou blame an aged Poet’s prayer,
      That issuing hence may steal into thy mind
    Some solace under weight of royal care,
      Or grief—­the inheritance of humankind.

    For know we not that from celestial spheres,
      When Time was young, an inspiration came
    (Oh, were it mine!) to hallow saddest tears,
      And help life onward in its noblest aim?

W.W.

9th January 1846.

PREFACE.

In response to a request put in the most gratifying way possible of the nearest representatives of Wordsworth, the Editor has prepared this collection of his Prose Works.  That this should be done for the first time herein seems somewhat remarkable, especially in the knowledge of the permanent value which the illustrious Author attached to his Prose, and that he repeatedly expressed his wish and expectation that it would be thus brought together and published, e.g. in the ‘Memoirs,’ speaking of his own prose writings, he said that but for Coleridge’s irregularity of purpose he should probably have left much more in that kind behind him.  When Coleridge was proposing to publish his ‘Friend,’ he (Wordsworth) had offered contributions.  Coleridge had expressed himself pleased with the offer, but said, “I must arrange my principles for the work, and when that is done I shall be glad of your aid.”  But this “arrangement of principles” never took place.  Wordsworth added:  “I think my nephew, Dr. Wordsworth, will, after my death, collect and publish all I have written in prose....”  “On another occasion, I believe, he intimated a desire that his works in Prose should be edited by his son-in-law, Mr. Quillinan."[1] Similarly he wrote to Professor Reed in 1840:  ’I am much pleased by what you say in your letter of the 18th May last, upon the Tract of the “Convention of Cintra,” and I think myself with some interest upon its being reprinted hereafter along with my other writings [in prose].  But the respect which, in common with all the rest of the rational part of the world, I bear for the duke of Wellington will prevent my reprinting the pamphlet during his lifetime.  It has not been in my power to read the volumes of his Despatches, which I hear so highly spoken of; but I am convinced that nothing they contain could alter my opinion of the injurious tendency of that or any other Convention, conducted upon such principles. It was, I repeat, gratifying to me that you should have spoken of that work as you do, and particularly that you should have considered it in relation to my Poems, somewhat in the same manner as you had done in respect to my little volume on the Lakes.’[2]