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is such, that no boat can row"Twere hard to say who fåréd the
best; directly across; and it may in
Sad mortals, thus the Gods still some measure be estimated, from plagüe you!
He lost his labour, I my jest: the circumstanice of the whole
For he was drown'd, and I've the distance being accomplished by
ague.” one of the parties in an hour and After an absence of nearly three five, and by the other, in an hour years, Lord Byron revisited his and ten minutes. The water was native shores, and exhibited the extremely cold, from the melting advantages of travelling in his of the mountain snows. About “Childe Harold,” the plan of three weeks before, we had made which was laid in Albania and an attempt; but having ridden all prosecuted at Athens, where it the way from the Troad the same received some of its finest touches rhorning, and the water being of and most splendid ornaments. an icy chillness, we found it neces
It soon appeared that his Lordsary to postpone the completion ship had a great facility of writing. fill tħe frigate anchored below the He published in rapid successioni castles, when we swam the straits, the Giaour, the Bride of Abydos, as just stated, entering ă consi- and the Corsair, the first inscribderable way above the European, ed to Mr. Rogers, the second to and landing below the Asiatic, Lord Holland, and the third to fort. Chevalier says, that a Mr. Thomas Moore. young Jew swam thể sáme dis- and brilliancy of all these poems tance for his mistress; and Oliver were great. In the dedication of mentions its having been done by the “Corsair,” he said it was the à Neapolitan; but our Consul at last production with which he. Tarragona remembered neither of should trespass on public patiérrce those circumstances, and tried to for some years—a sort of promise dissuade us from the attempt. A which poets are not much expectnumber of the Salsette's crew ed to keep, and are easily excused were known to have accomplished for breaking. a greater distance and the only On the 2nd of January, 1815, thing that surprised më was, that Lord Byron married at Seham, in as doubts had been entertained of the county of Durham, the only of the truth of Leander's story, no daughter of Sir Ralph Milbarik traveller had endeavoured to ascer- Noel, Baronet, and towards the tain its practicability.”
close of the same year, his The result of this notable adven- Lady brought him a daughter, ture Lord Byron recorded in some for whom he always manifested lively lines, comparing himself the strongest affection. Within a with Leander, and concluding few weeks, however, after that thus:
event, a separation took place, for
which various causes have been there are two souls whose equat flow, stated. This différenče excited a That when they párt----they pari!--
In gentle streams so calmly run, prodigions sensation at the time,
They canuot part--those souls are and was the last stab to the happiness of his Lordship. We would
Within a few weeks, however, not aggravatė the feelings of a after the separation took place, . widowed mother, but justice to Lord Byron suddenly left the the memory of the noble Bard kingdom with a résolution never compels us to express our con
to return, viction, that the separation on his
He crossed over to France, pårt was involuntary; and although through which he passed rapidly he tented his spleen in somë an
to Brussels, taking in his way a gry verses, yet how deeply he
survey of the field of Waterloo. loved Ladý Byroń will be seen After visiting some of the most from the following stanzas, which
remarkable scenes in Switzerland ke addressed to her a few inonths he proceeded to the North of Italy. before their separation :
In most of his poems Lord TO JESSY,
Byron displays the most fond and
ardent attachment to Greece, whoše * There is a mystic thread of life
So dearly wreathed with mine alone; fatë hé thus beautifully describes
Wherë grew the arts of war and There is a voice whose tonės inspire
peace, Sach thriHs of rapture through my
Where Delos rose, and Phæbus breast;
sprung! I would not hear a seraph choir,
Eternal summer gilds them yet, Unless that voice could join the rest. But all, except their sun, is set. There is a facë whose blushes telt The Scian and the Teian muse,
Affection's tale upon the cheek ; The hero's harp, the lover's Jute, But pallid at one fond farewell, Have found the fame your shores reProclaims more love thañ words can
Their place of birth alone is mute There is a lip which mine hath prest,
To sounds which echo further west And none had ever pressed before; Than your sires'' Islands of the Blest." It vowed to make me sweetly blet, The mountains look on Marathon And mine, mine only press it more.
And Marathon looks on the sea; There is a Bosom----all ñy own--- And musing there an hour alone,
Hath pillow'd oft this aching head; I dream'à that Greece might still be A mouth which smiles on me alone, An eye whose tears with mine 'arë For standing on the Persian's grave, shed.
I could not deem myself a slave. There are two hearts whose move- A king sat on the rocky brow ments thrill
which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; In unison so closely sweet!
And ships, by thousands, lay below, That pulse to pulse responsive still, And men in nations ;-all were his! That both must heave---or cease to He counted them at break of daybeat
Aud when the sun set there were
And where are they! and where art Encouraged by his name, fos
thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore reigners of ability were crowding The heroic lay is tuneless now to the scene of contest, and giving
The heroic bosom beats no more! And must the lyre, so long divine,
to the Greeks the benefits of disDegenerate into hands like mine?
cipline and experience. The ge'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Tho' link'd among a fetter'd race,
nius of the great poet would have To feel at least a patriots shame, immortalized the efforts of the
Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here!
Christians; and Greece, already For Greeks a blush—for Greece a tear. distinguished by so many impe-,
The poetry of the three conclu- rishable recollections, would have .. ding stanzas is not less exquisite lived with new glory in his song. nor less animated.
The names of Bozzaris and her Trust not for freedom to the Franks, modern heroes, by whose intrepid They have a king who buys and courage the bands of the infidel
sells; In native swords, and native ranks,
have been so often scattered, The only hope of courage dwells; would have been joined with the But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shields, however patriots of Platea and Thermopybroad.
læ; and consecrated by the talents Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! of Lord Byron, have gone down,
Our virgins dance beneath the shade; I see their glorious black eyes shine;
in kindled memory, to succeeding But gazing on each glowing maid, days; but, unhappily for Greece, My own the burning tear drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle their champion has perished in 'slaves.
the prime of youth, and in the Place me on Sunium's marble steep, — midst of his exertions in her cause.
Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
This melancholy event took place There, swan-like, let me sing and at Missolonghi, on
the 19th die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine- of April. On the 9th of that Dash down the cup of Samian wine. month, his Lordship, who had
He devoted himself to the re- been living very low, exposed demption of that lovely and clas- himself in a violent rain; the consic land, from the bondage of the sequence of which was a severe infidel, which so long enthralled cold, and he was immediately conit. Lord Byron's personal influ- fined to his bed. The low state ence reconciled the Greek chiefs, to which he had been reduced by and banished discord from among his abstinence, and probably by them. He contributed largely some of the remaining effects of from his private fortune to their his previous illness, made him unwants, and his presence on those willing—or at any rate he refused shores drew the attention of all to submit to be bled. It is to Europe to the strife of the Chris- be lamented that no one was near tians against the Infidel crescent, his Lordship who had sufficient and made the very Divan tremble. I influence over his mind, or who
my sister .!”
was himself sufficiently aware of tained without effort is never the necessity of the case, to in- highly prized. It is fortunate for duce him to submit to that re- the great when they can escape medy, which, in all human pro- from themselves into some purbability, would have saved a life suit, which, by firing their ambiso valuable to Greece. The in- tion, gives a stimulus to their acflammatory action, unchecked, ter- tive powers.-We rejoiced to see minated fatally on the 19th of Lord Byron engaged in a cause April. His last words, before which afforded such 'motives for delirium had seized his powerful exertions, and we anticipated from mind, were, “I wish it to be him many days of glory. But it known that my last thoughts were has been otherwise decreed. given to my wife, my child, and Had it pleased the Almighty to
spare his valuable life, he would Thus has perished, in the flower probably have seen his exertions of his age, in the noblest of causes,
crowned with success, and Greece one of the greatest poets England again triumphant and free; but ever produced. His death, at this her liberation must now fall into moment, is, no doubt, a severe other hands : but where can a man misfortune to the struggling peo- like Byron be found ? In the ple for whom he has so generously magnificence of his genius he devoted himself. His character stood in Europe high above all we shall not attempt to draw. He competition. To Greece he had had virtues, and he had failings; devoted all his energies, and the the latter were, in a great mea- whole strength of his mind. He sure, the result of the means of has been snatched from amongst indulgence which were placed this interesting people just when within his reach at so early a they wanted his counsels and his period of his life.
talents most, and their universal neither poverty nor riches,” said regret has shewn how much they an inspired writer, and certainly valued and respected him. The it may be said that the gift of proclamation of the Provisional riches is an nnfortunate one for Government at Missolonghi, is an the possessor.
The aim which affecting document; it has all the men, who are not born to wealth, simplicity of real sorrow; there is have constantly before them, gives about it no pomp of words ; it a relish to existence to which the speaks of the death of the great hereditarily opulent must ever be poet as a most calamitous event strangers. Gratifications of
for all Greece.” “ His munificent kind soon lose their attraction, the donations,” it adds, “are before game of life is played without in the eyes of every one, and no one terest, for that which can be ob- amongst us ever ceased, or ever
will cease, to consider him with admonition which we should all the purest and most grateful do well to remember—Let him sentiments as our benefactor.” that is withont sin cast the first In future days, when the Greeks stone.” Thus much we may be have trodden the crescent in the permitted to remark in behalf of dust--when the Infidel, so long Lord Byron, that they make a encamped in Europe, is driven very erroneous estimate of his across the Bosphorus, and the city character who conceive he was of Constantine again in the Chris capable of withholding his approtian's hands,-- events, however bation from right principles and vast, which we may live to wit- virtuous dispositions, wherever ness, the pame of Lord Byron will they were found. survive in the page of Grecian About two years ago Lord Byr glory, and his mausoleum may re ron wrote his own memoirs, which pose under the alter of St. Sophia, he presented to Mr. Moore, and from whose minarets the Imaun Mr. Murray purchased the MS. now calls to prayers. Great as for 2,0001. not to be published is his loss, it is a consolation that until the death of the noble poet: freedom in Greece does not perish he has since given it up, and, at with him.
the wish of some of Lord Byron's If we except Shakspeare, there relatives, it is said to have been is, perhaps, no writer in the Eng-destroyed. Mr. Moore, in his lish language from whose works last poetical production, has writan equal number of poetieal beau- tep a poem on the subject, enti: ties can be selected as from those tled, “ Reflections on Lord By of Lord Byron. He excels equally ron on reading his Memoirs writ, in the sublime and the pathetie. ten by himself.” This pgem is so Some, we know, there are, who apposite that we cannot close the could go on poring through the present memoir without subjoinmaze of his meiliAuous diction ing it. with no other aim than to find. Let me a momenteere with fear
and hope out a flaw in the sentiment. The Of gloomy, glorious things, these numberless passages full of spirit
leaves I opet
As one, in fairy tale, to whom the key and beauty that cross them in
Of some enchanter's secret hall is their scrutiny, pass with such ob give,
Doubts, while he enters, slowly, jectors for nothing: while their
tremblingly, eye follows him into the loftiest If he shall meet with shapes from
hell or heaven, regions of poetry, they have no Let me a moment, think what thousands wish but to spy some spot upon Q'er the wide earth this instant, who
live his mantle. To such persons we
would give, would address ourselves in the Gladly, whole sleepless nights to bend
the brow mild and forbearing spirit of that, 'Over these precious leaves as I do now,