FELIX HOLT

Upon the midlands now the industrious muse doth fall, The shires which we the heart of England well may call.

My native country thou, which so brave spirits hast bred,
If there be virtues yet remaining in thy earth,

Or any good of thine thou bred'st into my birth,
Accept it as thine own, whilst now I sing of thee,
Of all thy later brood the unworthiest though I be."
DRAYTON: Polyolbion.

12-17-53

FELIX HOLT,

THE RADICAL.

CHAPTER XV.

And doubt shall be as lead upon the feet
Of thy most anxious will.

MR LYON was careful to look in at Felix as soon as possible after Christian's departure, to tell him that his trust was discharged. During the rest of the day he was somewhat relieved from agitating reflections by the necessity of attending to his ministerial duties, the rebuke of rebellious singers being one of them; and on his return from the Monday evening prayer-meeting he was so overcome with weariness that he went to bed without taking note of any objects in his study. But when he rose the

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