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věry lips that instantly open again to mock and blaspheme them, the antidote is mingled with the poison, and the draught is the more deadly for the mixture!
4. The reveler may pursue his orgies, and the wanton display her enchantments, with comparative safety to those around them, as long as they know or believe, that there are purer and higher enjoyments, and teachers and followers of a happier way. But, if the priest pass from the altar, with persuasive exhortations to peace and purity still trembling on his tongue, to join familiarly in the grossest and most profane debauchery—if the matron, who has charmed all hearts by the lovely sanctimonies of her con'jugal and maternal endearments, glides out from the circle of her children, and gives bold and shameless way to the most abandoned and degrading vices, our notions of right and wrong are at once confounded, our confidence in virtue shaken to the foundation, and our reliance on truth and fídělity at an end forever.
5. This is the charge which we bring against Lord Byron. We say, that under some strange misapprehension as to the truth, and the duty of proclaiming it, he has exerted all the powers of his powerful mind to convince his readers, both directly and indirectly, that all ennobling pursuits and disin'terested virtues are mere deceits or illusions-hollow and des'picable mockeries, for the most part, and, at best, but laborious follies. Religion, love, patriotism, valor, devotion, constancy, ambitionall are to be laughed at, disbelieved in, and despised! and nothing is really good, so far as we can gather, but a succession of dangers to stir the blood, and of banquets and intrigues to soothe it again (ă gen')!
6. If this doctrine stood alone with its examples, it would revolt, we believe, more than it would seduce. But the author has the unlucky gift of personating all those sweet and lofty illusions, and that with such grace and fōrce, and truth to nature, that it is impossible not to suppose, for the time, that he is among the most devoted of their votaries-till he casts off the character with a jerk, and, the moment after he has moved and exalted us to the very height of our conception, resumes his mockery at all things serious or sublime, and lets us down at once on some coarse joke, hard-hearted sarcasm, or fierce and relentless personality,-as if on purpose to show "whoe'er was
edified, himself was not," or to demon'strate, practically as it were, and by example, how possible it is to have all fine and noble feelings, or their appearance, for a moment, and yet retain no particle of respect for them, or of belief in their intrinsic worth or permanent reality. JEFFREY.
FRANCIS JEFFREY, one of the most eloquent writers and most masterly critics in the English language, an eminent jurist and orator, was born at Edinburgh, Scotland, on the 23d of October, 1773. He passed six years at the High School of Edinburgh, studied at the University of Glasgow for two sessions of six months each, and in his eighteenth year resided for a few months at Oxford. His reading in his youth embraced classics, history, ethics, criticism, and the belleslettres: he was indefatigable in practicing composition, and in early manhood wrote many verses. He was admitted to the Scottish bar at the age of twentyone. The first number of the “Edinburgh Review," which contained five papers of Jeffrey's, appeared in October, 1802, when he was twenty-nine years old; and he became its editor after the first two or three numbers. The celebrity which the Review at once attained, was owing far more to him than any other of the contributors. His professional practice became very great; and from 1816 till he ceased to practice, he was the acknowledged leader of the Scottish bar. In 1820, and again in 1821, he was elected Lord Rector of the University of Glasgow. He was appointed president of the Faculty of Advocates in 1829, when he resigned the editorship of the Review, a position which he had held for twentyseven years. During that period he contributed more than two hundred articles. In 1830 he was appointed Lord Advocate, an office which, besides many other duties, involved those of Secretary of State for Scotland. He thus entered parliament in his fifty-eighth year. In 1834 he was raised to the bench, and became an eminent judge, assuming the title of Lord Jeffrey. In 1843 he published three volumes, containing selections from his "Contributions to the Edinburgh Review." He died at Edinburgh, January 26th, 1850.
68. LORD BYRON.
MAN of rank, and of capacious soul,
Or to be known, because his fathers were,
Above him seemed,
By Nature taught, and inward melody,
In prime of youth, he bent his eagle eye.
3. Then travel came, and took him where he wished.
4. He touched his harp, and nations heard entranced.
And soared untrodden heights, and seemed at home,
With Nature's self
He laid his hand upon "the Ocean's mane,"
Stood on the Alps, stood on the Apennines,
6. Suns, moons, and stars, and clouds his sisters were;
Dark, sullen, proud,-gazing contemptuously
And seemed to mock the ruin he had wrought.
8. As some fierce comet of tremendous size,
To which the stars did reverence as it passed,
Of Fame's dread mountain sat: not soiled and worn,
As if he from the earth had labored up;
He looked, which down from higher regions came,
9. The nations gazed, and wondered much, and praised ;
Critics before him fell in humble plight,—
Confounded fell,—and made debasing signs
To catch his eye; and stretched, and swelled themselves,
And gave abundant sport to after days.
10. Great man! The nations gazed, and wondered much,
Of fame; drank early, deeply drank; drank draughts
His goddess, Nature, wooed, embraced, enjoyed,
11. As some ill-guided bark, well-built, and tall,
And molder in the winds and rains of heaven;
Repined and groaned, and withered from the earth.
POLLOK. ROBERT POLLOK was born in 1799, in Renfrewshire, Scotland, where his father was a small farmer. After receiving the usual elementary education, he entered, at the age of nineteen, on a five years' course of study in the University of Glasgow. His ambitious and energetic poem, "Course of Time," appeared in the spring of 1827, and speedily obtained a popularity which it is not likely soon