New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1842-09-28

WORDSWORTH The following interesting des-
crip,ion of an interview with WORDSWORTH
whose name ages to come will honor with that of
M1Lros-is from the foreign correspondence OF
the Newark Daily Advertiser. The Boston Tran
script strangely heads it Christopher North.
we arrived at Ambleside, which lies az the foot
of the lake, at evening, and down to enjoy the
delicious trout taken from the lake, and, while we
were waiting for cur supper, Happened to look
out of the window, and espied venerable old gen
tIeman, in blue cloak and riding cap, with q
bunch of heather stuck )aunty in the top. driving
by in little greenpheton towards Rydal. Perhaps,
thought l. that is the patriarch himself, and sure
enough it was he. | could scarcely realize that the
singular old parsonage before me was the greatest
Poet of the age. | determined to call upon him
the next morning, and at 10 O'Clock was al his
cottage, one of the sweetest little things that
ever beheld, covered all over with ivy and creep
Ing flowers. The door was opened, and was
shown to his sanctum, where the old gentleman
was seated with his kind, mild locking old COM
panion who sat knitting by his side. He was very
plainly dressed, and bears strong resemblance to
the portrait In the Philadelphia (Prof. Reed >
edition of his works. except that his face Is broader
aud more furrowed, and his hair is now long and
white. His reception was very cordial, and ne
fell at once upon faverse subject of the English
writers-an international COPYRIGHT.
Nothing can be more ill-bred, and at the same
time ungrateful than to bazon to the public any
thing that falls from great mans lips in the UNI
guarded moment of private conversation; but on
question so interesting 20 all, at this time, l
shall be pardoned in saying that the poet mani
tested strong aad just indignation. 1t was not
,,,l,.,l rs he he
of the brain, but the liability to mutilation which
the works of foreign writer's undergo, that formed
the principal argument for this most righteous
principle, which he advocated with an eloquence
with which was surprised and delighted. The
old man spoke Of our country and its authors with
the greatest respect and expressed strong desire
to visit it. but the duties of office which he has
held for thirty years. distributor Of Stamps) to-
gether with the narrow state Of his finances, pre-
vented the contamination Of his wishes; and now
be is near the grave, and looks for no comforts
beyond his mountain home. And glorious home
it is. When looked arouHdh his quiet little room
could scarcely realize that these walls had heard
the elevated converse of some of the eftiest minds
our age has produce that there Sir Walter had
doled forth his snatches of Border Mnstrelsy, and
Southey had recounted the beautiful fables of Per-
sian Mythology, and Coleridge had poured out
long harangues about Goethe and Kant, the Sam
othracan mysteries, and the Libraries of Alexan-
dria. When our pleasant conversation was con-
cluded, the poet got his broad white hat and double
glasses, which he is obliged to for his weak
eyes, which are nearly closed, and took me out
among his flowers and his hills. He pointed out
Thirmcre and Rydal water, and gave me plea
SAINT account of them all, and then, with many
good wishes and parting benedction, he sent me
on my way rejoicing to have seen, before ne de-
parted, the most gifted of Natures interpreters.