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Credit: The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. Source: Wellcome Collection.
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![a doubt whether wives should follow their hus- bands who had been leprous, or remain in the world and marry again. The Church decided that the marriage tie was indissoluble, and so be- stowed on these unhappy beings this immense source of consolation. With a love stronger than this living death, lepers were followed into banishment from the haunts of men by their faithful wives. Readers of Sir J. Stephen's Es- says on Ecclesiastical Biogrnpliy will recollect the description of the founder of the Franciscan order, how, controlling his involuntary disgust, (3t, Francis of Assisi washed the feet and dressed the sores of the lepers, once at least reverently applying his lips to their wounds. — Boucher- James.] This ceremony of (^wasi-burial varied consider- ably at different times and in different places. In some cases a grave was dug, and the leper's face was often covered during the service TO ULYSSES. Ulysses, mucli-experienced man, Whose eye? liave kuowu this globe of ours. Her tribes of men, and trees, and flow- ers, From Corrientes to Japan, To you that bask below the Line, I soakinp: here in winter wet — The century's three strong eights have met To drag me down to seventy-nine In summer if I reach my day — To you, yet young, who breathe the balm Of summer-winters by the palm And orange grove of Paraguay, \ tolerant of the colder time, Who love the winter woods, to trace On paler heavens the branching grace Of leafless elm, or naked lime, And see my cedar green, and there My giant ilex keeping leaf When frost is keen and days are brief — Or marvel how in English air My yucca, which no winter quells, Altho' the months have scarce be- gun. Has push'd toward our faintest sun A spike ci half-accomplish'd bells — Or watch the waving pine which here The warrior of Caprera set,^ A name that earth will not forget Till earth has roU'd her latest year — VIII, I, once half-crazed for larger light On broader zones beyond the foam. But chaining fancy now at home Among the quarried downs of Wight, Not less would yield full thanks to yon For your rich gift, your tale of lands I know not, ^ your Arabian sands ; Your cane, your palm, tree-fern, bamboo, The wealth of tropic bower and brake; Your Oriental Eden-isles,^ Where man, nor only Nature smiles; Your wonder of the boiling lake; * Phra-Chai, the Shadow of the Best,^ Phra-bat^ the .step; your Pontic coast; Crag-cloister; ■• Anatolian Ghost ;8 Hong-Kong, ^ Karnac, i and all the rest. Thro' which I follow'd line by line Your leading hand, and came, my friend. 1 Garibaldi said to me, alluding to his barrer island, I wish I had your trees. 2 The Tale of Nejd. 3 The Philippines. * In Dominica. 5 The Shadow of the Lord. Certain obscure markings on a rock in Siam, which express the image of Budda to the Buddhist more or less distinctly according to his faith and his moral worth. e The footstep of the Lord on another rock. ' The monastery of Sumelas. 8 Anatolian Spectre stories. The three cities. 10 Travels in Egypt.](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b20452597_0840.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)
