The ways of Nature harmonised with his feelings in age as well as in youth.
He could understand no estrangement.

Gathering a wreath of white thorn on one occasion, he murmured, as he slipped it into the ribbon which bound the golden tresses of his youthful companion, 'And what if I enwreathed my own?
'Twere no offence to reason; The sober hills thus deck their brows To meet the wintry season.' * * * * * (_k_) FROM 'RECOLLECTIONS OF THE LAST DAYS OF SHELLEY AND BYRON.' BY E.J.TRELAWNY.

1858 (MOXON).
Some days after this conversation I walked to Lausanne, to breakfast at the hotel with an old friend, Captain Daniel Roberts, of the navy.

He was out sketching, but presently came in accompanied by two English ladies, with whom he had made acquaintance whilst drawing, and whom he brought to our hotel.

The husband of one of them soon followed.