He would think of wild Tartar shepherds, and handsome Spanish and Italian." "And still handsomer Cumberland ones." And Sophia, having given this little sisterly reminder, added calmly, "I met Mr.Wordsworth to-day, father.

He had come over the fells with a party, and he looked very much bored with his company." "I shouldn't wonder if he were.

He likes his own company best.

He is a great man now, but I remember well when people thought he was just a little off-at-side.

You knew Nancy Butterworth, mother ?" "Certainly I did, squire.