I have already described his parting with Miss Chaworth previously to her marriage.  Once again, after that event, he saw her, and for the last time,—­being invited by Mr. Chaworth to dine at Annesley not long before his departure from England.  The few years that had elapsed since their last meeting had made a considerable change in the appearance and manners of the young poet.  The fat, unformed schoolboy was now a slender and graceful young man.  Those emotions and passions which at first heighten, and then destroy, beauty, had as yet produced only their favourable effects on his features; and, though with but little aid from the example of refined society, his manners had subsided into that tone of gentleness and self-possession which more than any thing marks the well-bred gentleman.  Once only was the latter of these qualities put to the trial, when the little daughter of his fair hostess was brought into the room.  At the sight of the child he started involuntarily,—­it was with the utmost difficulty he could conceal his emotion; and to the sensations of that moment we are indebted for those touching stanzas, “Well—­thou art happy,” &c.,[107] which appeared afterwards in a Miscellany published by one of his friends, and are now to be found in the general collection of his works.  Under the influence of the same despondent passion, he wrote two other poems at this period, from which, as they exist only in the Miscellany I have just alluded to, and that collection has for some time been out of print, a few stanzas may, not improperly, be extracted here.

    “THE FAREWELL—­TO A LADY.[108]

    “When man, expell’d from Eden’s bowers,
      A moment linger’d near the gate,
    Each scene recall’d the vanish’d hours,
      And bade him curse his future fate.

    “But wandering on through distant climes,
      He learnt to bear his load of grief;
    Just gave a sigh to other times,
      And found in busier scenes relief.

    “Thus, lady,[109] must it be with me,
      And I must view thy charms no more! 
    For, whilst I linger near to thee,
      I sigh for all I knew before,” &c. &c.

The other poem is, throughout, full of tenderness; but I shall give only what appear to me the most striking stanzas.

“STANZAS TO ——­ ON LEAVING ENGLAND.

    “’Tis done—­and shivering in the gale
    The bark unfurls her snowy sail;
    And whistling o’er the bending mast,
    Loud sings on high the fresh’ning blast;
    And I must from this land be gone,
    Because I cannot love but one.

    “As some lone bird, without a mate,
    My weary heart is desolate;
    I look around, and cannot trace
    One friendly smile or welcome face,
    And ev’n in crowds am still alone,
    Because I cannot love but one.