The Last Man


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hollow oak tree, which doubtless once belonged to the forest, and which now  
shewed in the moonlight its gaping rent; to whose fanciful appearance,  
tricked out by the dusk into a resemblance of the human form, the children  
had given the name of Falstaff;--all these objects were as well known to  
me as the cold hearth of my deserted home, and every moss-grown wall and  
plot of orchard ground, alike as twin lambs are to each other in a  
stranger's eye, yet to my accustomed gaze bore differences, distinction,  
and a name. England remained, though England was dead--it was the ghost  
of merry England that I beheld, under those greenwood shade passing  
generations had sported in security and ease. To this painful recognition  
of familiar places, was added a feeling experienced by all, understood by  
none--a feeling as if in some state, less visionary than a dream, in some  
past real existence, I had seen all I saw, with precisely the same feelings  
as I now beheld them--as if all my sensations were a duplex mirror of a  
former revelation. To get rid of this oppressive sense I strove to imagine  
change in this tranquil spot--this augmented my mood, by causing me to  
bestow more attention on the objects which occasioned me pain.  
I reached Datchet and Lucy's humble abode--once noisy with Saturday night  
revellers, or trim and neat on Sunday morning it had borne testimony to the  
labours and orderly habits of the housewife. The snow lay high about the  
door, as if it had remained unclosed for many days.  
"What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?" I muttered to myself as  
I looked at the dark casements. At first I thought I saw a light in one of  
them, but it proved to be merely the refraction of the moon-beams, while  
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