Robert Falconer by George MacDonald
I had left my lodging and gone to occupy Falconer's till his return. There, on a side-table among other papers, I found the following verses. The manuscript was much scored and interlined, but more than decipherable, for he always wrote plainly. I copied them out fair, and here they are for the reader that loves him.
Twilight is near, and the day grows old;
He sent me out the world to see,
I bring in my hand a few dusty ears--
A broken man, at the door of his hall
I know the bench where the shadowed folk
An ear has been hearing my heart forlorn!
One moment, low at our Father's feet
 In Scotch the ch and gh are almost always guttural. The gh according to Mr. Alexander Ellis, the sole authority in the past pronunciation of the country, was guttural in England in the time of Shakspere.
 An exclamation of pitiful sympathy, inexplicable to the understanding. Thus the author covers his philological ignorance of the cross-breeding of the phrase.
 Extra--over all--ower a'--orra--one more than is wanted.
 Tennyson's Morte d'Arthur.
 This line is one of many instances in which my reader will see both the carelessness of Ericson and my religion towards his remains.
 Why should Sir Walter Scott, who felt the death of Camp, his bullterrier, so much that he declined a dinner engagement in consequence, say on the death of his next favourite, a grayhound bitch--'Rest her body, since I dare not say soul!'? Where did he get that dare not? Is it well that the daring of genius should be circumscribed by an unbelief so common-place as to be capable only of subscription?
 Amongst Ericson's papers I find the following sonnets, which belong to the mood here embodied:
Oft, as I rest in quiet peace, am I
Comes there, O Earth, no breathing time for thee?
 This sonnet and the preceding are both one line deficient.
 To these two sonnets Falconer had appended this note.
'Something I wrote to Ericson concerning these, during my first college vacation, produced a reply of which the following is a passage: "On writing the first I was not aware that James and John were the Sons of Thunder. For a time it did indeed grieve me to think of the spiritual-minded John as otherwise than a still and passionless lover of Christ."'