Note 8 — HENRY TAYLOR.
Reading edition
Beginning:—
'Rocks that beheld my boyhood! Perilous shelf That nursed my infant courage! Once again I, stand before you—not as in other days In your gray faces smiling; but like you The worse for weather.'...
How sweet the lines:—
The sun shall soon Dip westerly; but oh! how little like Are life's two twilights! Would the last were first, And the first last! that so we might he soothed Upon the thoroughfares of busy life Beneath the noon-day sun, with hope of joy Fresh as the morn,' &c. —Act II. scene ii.