It is not merely that you may not be of accord on the objects and circumstances that present themselves before you-these may recall a number of objects，and lead to associations too delicate and refined to be possibly communicated to others.Yet these I love to cherish，and sometimes still fondly clutch them，when I can escape from the throng to do so.To give way to our feeling before company seems extravagance or affectation；and on the other hand，to have to unravel this mystery of our being at every turn，and to make others take an equal interest in it（otherwise the end is not answered），is a task to which few are competent.We must“give it an understanding，but no tongue.”My old friend Coleridge，however，could do both.He could go on in the most delightful explanatory way over hill and dale a summer’s day and convert a landscape into a didactic poem or a Pindaric ode.“He talked far above singing.”If I could so clothe my ideas in sounding and flowing words，I might perhaps wish to have some one with me to admire the swelling theme；or I could be more content，were it possible for me still to hear his echoing voice in the woods of All-Fox-den.They had“that fine madness in them which our first poets had”；and if they could have been caught by some rare instrument，would have breathed such stains as the following：“Here be woods as green As any，air likewise as fresh and sweet As when smooth Zephyrus plays on the fleet Face of the curled streams，with flowers’as many As the young spring gives，and as choice as any；Here be all new delights，cool stream and wells，Arbours o’ergrown with woodbine，caves and dells；Choose where thou wilt，whilst I sit by and sing，Or gather rushes to make many a ring，For the long fingers；tell thee tales of love，How the pale Phoebe，hunting in a grove，First saw the boy Endymion，from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies；How she convey’d him softly in a sleep His temples bound with poppy，to the steep Head of old Latmos，where she stoops each night，Gilding the mountain with her brother’s light，To kiss her sweetest.”…