time, as the pleasure of his discourse was Trust not for freedom to the Frank too delightful to be soon relinquished, In native swords, and native ranks,

They have a king who buys and sells; and, while he professed himself highly The only bope of courage dwells ; interested in her future welfare, from mo

But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, tives of delicacy, he refrained from taking Wou'd break your shields, however broad. any active part in promoting the subscrip- Fill high the bowl with Samian wine !

Our virgins dance beneath the shade-tion; for, as they were both young, he I see their glorious black eyes shine ; feared, from the well-known censorious. But gazing on each glowing maid, ness of the world, he might rather injure To think such breasts must suckle slaves.

My own the burning tear-drop laves, than serve her by so doing. On her leaving him, she inspected the paper, and Place me on Sunium's marble steer,--

Where nothing, save the waves and I, found it to be a draft on his banker for May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; fifty pounds.

There, swan-like, let me sing and die : This is but one of the many generous

A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine

Dash down the cup of Samian wine. acts which Lord Byron has done, both in his own country and since his voluntary With such feelings though no soldier exile from it, although he has never as it will not excite surprise that Lord By. sumed the ostentatious character of a phi. ron should endeavour to assist the Greeks lanthropist.

to shake off the yoke of Turkey; and His Lordship resided for some time at with this view he repaired to Greece, Pisa ; and during his stay in Italy wrote where his personal counsels, his pecuniary numerous poetical productions, including aid, and his magnificent talents were all his Don Juan, Beppo, Mazeppa, three given to her cause. or four tragedies, and, in conjunction

He devoted himself to the redemption with Mr. Percy Bysshe Shelley, and Mr. of that lovely and classic land, from the Leigh Hunt, commenced the Liberal to bondage of the infidel, which so long enwhich he contributed some papers.

thralled it. Lord Byron's personal inIn most of his poems Lord Byron dis- fluence reconciled the Greek chiefs, and plays the most fond and ardent attach- banished discord from amongst them. ment to Greece, whose fate he thus beau. He contributed largely from his private tifully describes in one of his poems :

fortune to their wants, and his presence on

those shores drew the attention of all THE isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Europe to the strife of the Christians

Where burning Sappho loved and sung, against the Infidel crescent, and made the Where grew the arts of war and peace,--Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!

very Divan tremble. Encouraged by his Eternal summer gilds them yet,

name, foreigners of ability were crowding But all, except their sun, is set.

to the scene of contest, and giving to the The Scian and the Teian muse,

Greeks the benefits of discipline and exThe hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse

perience. The genius of the great poet Their place of birth alone is mute

would have immortalized the efforts of To sounds which echo further west

the Christians; and Greece, already disThan your sires'. Islands of the Blest.'

tinguished by so many imperishable reThe mountains look on Marathon--

collections, would have lived with new And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone,

glory in his song. The names of BozI dream'd that Greece might still be free; zaris and her modern heroes, by whose For standing on the Persian's grave,

intrepid courage the bands of the infidel I could not deem myself a slave.

have been so often scattered, would have A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis;

been joined with the patriots of Platea And ships, by thousands, lay below,

and Thermopylæ; and consecrated by the And men in nations ;---all were his !

talents of Lord Byron, have gone down, He counted them at break of day--And when the sun set where were they?

in kindled memory, to succeeding days ; And where are they? and where art thou,

but, unhappily for Greece, their cham. My country? On thy voiceless shore pion has perished in the prime of youth, The heroic lay is tuneless now--

and in the midst of his exertions in her The heroic bosom beats no more.

cause. This melancholy event took place And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?

at Missolonghi, on the 19th of April. On 'Tis something in the dearth of fame,

the 9th of that month, his Lordship, who Though link'd among a fetter'd race,

had been living very low, exposed himself To feel at least a patriot's shame,

in a violent rain; the consequence of which Even as I sing, suffuse my face : For what is left the poet here?

was a severe cold, and he was immediately For Greeks a blush--for Greece a tear.

confined to his bed. The low state to

which he had been reduced by his absti. The poetry of the three concluding nence, and probably by some of the restanzas is not less exquisite nor less ani. maining effects of his previous illness, mated.

made him unwilling—or at any rate he

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refused to submit- to be bled. It is to and it is with justice that we abandon be lamented that no one was near his ourselves to inconsolable sorrow. Not Lordship who had sufficient influence over withstanding the difficult circumstances his mind, or who was himself sufficiently in which I am placed, I shall attempt to aware of the necessity of the case, to in- perform my duty towards this great man: duce him to submit to that remedy, which, the eternal gratitude of my country will, in all human probability, would have perhaps, be the only true tribute to his saved a life so valuable to Greece. The memory. The Deputies will communi. inflammatory action, unchecked, termi, cate to you the details of this melancholy nated fatally on the 19th of April. His event, on which the grief which I feel will last words, before delirium had seized his not allow me to dwell longer. You will powerful mind, were, “I wish it to be excuse, you will justify, my being overknown that my last thoughts were given whelmed with sorrow, and accept the to my wife, my child, and my sister!assurance of my devotion, and the high

Had it pleased the Almighty to spare consideration with which I have the ho. his valuable life, he would probably have nour to be, Sir, your very humble and seen his exertions crowned with success, very obedient servant, and Greece again triumphant and free ;

" A. MAUROCORDATO. but her liberation must now fall into other “ To J. Bowring, Esq. hands : but where can man like Byron “ Secretary to the Greek Committee.” be found ? In the magnificence of his genius he stood in Europe high above all

How deeply the loss of Lord Byron is competition. To Greece he had devoted felt in Greece will be seen from the folall his energies, and the whole strength of lowing translation of the proclamation his great mind. He has been snatched issued by the Greek authorities at Missofrom amongst this interesting people just longhi to the inhabitants, who were by when they wanted his counsels and his grief arrested in the celebration of their

Easter festivities:talents most, and their universal regret has shewn how much they valued and re " The present days of festivity are conspected him. The proclamation of the verted into days of bitter lamentation for Provisional Government at Missolonghi, allwhich we subjoin, is an affecting docu “ Lord Noel Byron departed this life ment; it has all the simplicity of real to-day, about eleven o'clock in the even. sorrow; there is about it no pomp of ing, in consequence of a rheumatic inflamwords; it speaks of the death of the great matory fever, which had lasted for ten days. poet as a most calamitous event for all “During the time of his illness, your Greece.”

“ His munificent donations,” general anxiety evinced the profound it adds,

are before the eyes of every one, sorrow that pervaded your hearts. All and no one amongst us ever ceased, or classes, without distinction of sex or age, ever will cease, to consider him with the oppressed by grief, entirely forgot the purest and most grateful sentiments as days of Easter. our benefactor.” În future days, when 6. The death of this illustrious perthe Greeks have trodden the crescent in sonage is certainly a most calamitous the dust-when the Infidel, so long en. event for all Greece, and still more lacamped in Europe, is driven across the mentable for this city, to which he was Bosphorus, and the city of Constantine eminently partial, of which he became a again in the Christian's hands,-events, citizen, and of the dangers of which he however vast, which we may live to wit was determined personally to partake, ness,—the name of Lord Byron will sur. when circumstances should require it. vive in the page of Greek glory, and his “ His munificent donations to this mausoleum may repose under the altar community are before the eyes of every of St. Sophia, from whose minarets the Imaun now calls to prayers. Great as is

one; and no one amongst us ever ceased,

or ever will cease, to consider him with his loss, it is a consolation that freedom the purest and most grateful sentiments, in Greece does not perish with him.

our benefactor. The following is a letter from the Greek “ Until the dispositions of the National Prince Maurocordato, announcing Lord Government regarding this calamitous Byron's death :

event be known, by virtue of the decree Missolonghi, 8th (20th) April, 1824.

of the Legislature, No. 314, of date the “SIR, AND MY VERY DEAR FRIEND

15th October, it is ordained It is with the greatest affliction that I

“1. To-morrow, by sun-rise, thirtyfulfil the duty of giving you the sad news

seven minute-guns shall be fired from the of the death of Lord Byron, after an ill. ber of years of the deceased personage.

batteries of this town, equal to the num.

“ 2. All Public Offices, including all

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ness of ten days. Our loss is irreparable,

Courts of Justice, shall be shut for three of hearts, and sees us all as we are. This following days.

recollection may check the severity of our “3. All shops, except those for provi. sentence where human frailty is the subsions and medicines, shall also be kept ject. When we bring our fellow-creashut; and all sorts of musical instru. tures into judgment, our own consciousness ments, all dances customary in these days, may well inspire the best of us with moall sorts of festivity and merriment in the deration. public taverns, and every other sort of That “the paths of glory lead but to public amusement, shall cease during the the grave,” is a painful lesson to philoabove-named period.

sophy; it was a lesson with which, “4. A general mourning shall take melancholy as it is,,Lord Byron was place for twenty-one days.

familiar; but it never for a moment " 5. Funeral ceremonies shall be per- damped his spirit, or depressed his energy. formed in all the churches,

His searching eye saw into the very in. (Signed)

most hearts of those “rulers of the world,” * A. MAUROCORDATO. who are struggling to arrest the progress

“GIORGIA Praidi, Secretary of knowledge in Europe, and to erect “ Missolonghi, 19th April, 1824.” again “ the standard of ancient night.”

All the force of his talents, and all the The Greeks have requested and obtained splendour of his fancy, were put forth to the heart of Lord Byron, which will be strengthen the love of science and of placed in a mausoleum in the country for freedom. whose liberation it last beat.

About two years ago Lord Byron wrote If we except Shakspeare, there is, his own memoirs, which he presented to perhaps, no writer in the English lan- Mr. Moore, and Mr. Murray purchased guage from whose works an equal num. the MS. for 2,0001. not to be published ber of poetical beauties can be selected as until the death of the noble poet : he has from those of Lord Byron. He excels since given it up, and, at the wish of some equally in the sublime and the pathetic. of Lord Byron's relatives, it is said to Every theme seemed to suit his genius, have been destroyed. Mr. Moore, in his and he could vary his style with his sub- last poetical production, has written a ject in a manner, and to an extent, that poem on the subject, entitled, “ Reflecour literature had before given no example tions on Lord Byron on reading his Me. of. In his Don Juan he has given a flex. moirs written by himself.” This poem ibility to our language of which it had is so apposite that we subjoin it:never hitherto been thought susceptible.

I-DB-'s MEMOIRS, WRITTEN Ile has shown it capable of rivalling the

BY HIMSELF-REFLECTIONS WHEN Italian in the gracefulness of its inflec

ABOUT TO READ THEM. tions and the pliancy of its cadence.

“Let me a moment,---ere with fear and hope Some, we know, there are, who could go

Of gloomy, glorious things, these leaves I ope-. on poring through the maze of his melli.

As one, in fairy tale, to whom the key fluous diction with no other aim than to Of some enchanter's secret hall is given, find out a flaw in the sentiment. The Doubts, while he enters, slowly, tremblingly,

If he shall meet with shapes from hell or heanumberless passages full of spirit and beauty that cross them in their scrutiny, Let me a moment, think what thousands live pass with such objectors for nothing: Gladly,

whole sleepless nights to bend the brow

O'er the wide earth this instant, who would give, while their eye follows him into the lof. Over these precious leaves, as I do now, tiest regions of poetry, they have no wish

How all who know---and where is he unknown?

To what far region have his songs not flown, but to spy some spot upon his mantle.

Like Psaphon's birds, speaking their master's To such persons we would address our. selves in the mild and forbearing spirit in every language, syllabled by Fame? of that admonition which we should aīl do

How all, who've felt the various spells combin'd

Within the circle of that splendid mind, well to remember—" Let him that is with. Like pow'rs, deriv'd from many a star, and met out sin cast the first stone.Thus much Together in some wond'rous amulet,

Would burn to know when first the light awoke we may be permitted to remark in behalf

In his young soul,---and if the gleams that broke of Lord Byron, that they make a very From that Aurora of his genius, raised erroneous estimate of his character who More bliss or pain in those on whom they blaz'd-

Would love to trace th’ unfolding of that power, conceive he was capable of withholding his Which hath grown ampler, grander, every hour, approbation from right principles and And feel, in watching o'er its first advance, virtuous dispositions, wherever they were

As did the Egyptian traveller*, when he stood found. An individual to whom all his By the young Nile, and fathom'd with his lance

The first small fountains of that mighty flood. friends were attached with the strongest

They, too, who, 'mid the scornful thoughts that feelings of regard, must have had many dwell private virtues, and those too of no com. In his rich fancy, tinging all its streams, mon kind : for the rest, God is the searcher




As if the star of bitterness, which fell

native home; at intervals he plunged On earth of old, had touched them with its into the lower atmosphere for amusement,

beams, Can track a spirit, which, though driv'n to hate, but his stay was brief. It was his proper From Nature's hands came kind, affectionate; nature to ascend; but on the summit of And which, ev'n

now, struck as it is with blight; his elevation, his leading passion was to Comes out, at times, in love's own native lightë evince his superiority, by launching his How gladly all who've watch'd these struggling rays

melancholy scorn at mankind.

That noOf a bright, ruin'd spirit through his lays,

blest of enterprises, the deliverance of Would here inquire, as from his own frank lips,

What desolating grief, what wrongs had driven Greece, employed the whole of Lord That noble nature into cold eclipse--

Byron's latter days—of his pecuniary Like some fair orb that, once a sun in heaven, resources, and of his masculine spirit. It And oorn, not only to surprise, but cheer With warmth and lustre all within its sphere, was a cause worthy of a poet and a hero; Is now so quench'd, that of its grandeur lasts and it is consolatory to find, that the Naught, but the wide, cold shadow which it casts!

people for whom he would have devoted • Eventful volume ! whatsoe'er the change Of scene and clime--th’adventures, bold and

his life, seem to have felt the full value of strange--

his exertions and his sacrifices. The The griefs---the frailties, but too frankly told--- affectionate veneration in which our deThe loves, the feuds thy pages may unfold, If truth with half so prompt a hand unlocks

ceased countryman was held, appears as His virtues as his failings--we shall find well from the private letter of MaurocorThe record there of friendships, held like rocks, dato, as from the deep and universal

And enmities like sun-touch'd snow resign’d- mourning which was observed at MissoIn those who serv'd him, young, and serve him longhi from the hour at which his death still--

was made public. Had he but died in Of generous aid, giv'n with that noiseless art Which wakes not pride, to many a wounded

battle against slaves and infidels, for a heart

Christian people struggling to be free, Of acts---but no--not from himself must aught his own fame would have received its full Of the bright features of his life be sought. While they, who court the world, like Milton's consummation, and his wishes, as is well cloud,

understood, their complete fulfilment. “ Turn forth their silver lining” on the crowd, This gifted Being wraps himself in night,

And, keeping all that softens, and adorns, (FROM THE MORNING CHRONICLE.] And gilds his social nature hid from sight, Turns but its darkness on a world he scorns.' Thus has perished, in the fluwer of his

age, in the noblest of causes, one of the *“ Did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?" greatest poets England ever produced.

Comus. His death, at this moment, is, no doubt,

a severe misfortune to the struggling peoWe cannot perhaps better close our himself. His character we shall not at

ple for whom he has so generously devoted memoir, than by the following tributes to the memory of this distinguished noble tempt to draw. He had virtues, and he

had failings; the latter were, in a great man, which appeared in the London pa- measure, the result of the means of inpers :(FROM THE TIMES.]

dulgence which were placed within his

reach at so early a period of his life. With unfeigned regret we announce to 6 Give me neither poverty nor riches,” our readers, that Lord Byron is no more. said an inspired writer, and certainly it We know not how many of our country. may be said that the gift of riches is an men may share the feelings with which unfortunate one for the possessor. The this news has affected us.

There were

aim which men, who are not born to individuals more to be approved for moral wealth, have constantly before them, qualities than Lord Byron—to be more gives a relish to existence to which the safely followed, or more tenderly beloved; hereditarily opulent must ever be stranbut there lives no man on earth whose gers. Gratifications of every kind soon sudden departure from it, under the cir. lose their attraction, the game of life is cumstances in which that nobleman was played without interest, for that which cut off, appears to us more calculated to can be obtained without effort is never impress the mind with profound and highly prized. It is fortunate for the unmingled mourning. Lord Byron was great when they can escape from them. doomed to pay that price which Nature selves into some pursuit, which, by firing sometimes charges for stupendous intel- their ambition, gives a stimulus to their lect, in the gloom of his imagination, and active powers.--We rejoiced to see Lord the intractable energy of his passions. Byron engaged in a cause which afforded Amazing power variously directed, was such motives for exertions, and we anti. the mark by which he was distinguished cipated from him many days of glory. far above all his contemporaries. His do. But it has been otherwise decreed. minion was the sublime it was his


The death of Lord Byron, is an event A DEEPLY mournful sensation was ex

which we little expected to record. It cited by the intelligence of the death of falls on the public ear like a shock of Lord Byron. Thus has the poetical deep, private misfortune. He has sunk literature of England lost one of its bright to rest in the prime of his days, and in est ornaments, and the age decidedly.its the zenith of his fame ; he has left the finest genius. Much of the notice which world when his services could ill be he attracted, and the ascendency which he spared, and we may add with truth, when obtained, is no doubt attributable to cer- they cannot be supplied. A more calatain singularities in his temper and cha- mitous event could not have happened to racter, and even in the events of his life. Greece; all his aid, personal and pecuBut the vulgar only were swayed by his niary-all the energies of his body and of eccentricity. The prodigious splendour his mind, were put forth for the restoraof his genius won adıniration from the li- tion of her freedom ; to her cause his loss beral, the learned, and the wise. There

is irreparable. Lord Byron's genius was is scarcely any instance of poetical power of the very first order : he was one of of the first order displayed under such a those characters from whose existence new variety of forms. His early poems cer. eras date their commencement: that fresh tainly gave no promise of his future

career of society which is beginning in greatness. But their feebleness was, per- Europe wanted the stimulus of a mind haps, a happy circumstance—it pro- like his, to carry it onward to happiness voked a memorable criticism, which, in and to glory : he was no lover of revoluits turn, met with a severer and more

tions ; he looked only to the improvememorable retaliation. Lord

Byron ment of which the political condition of vented his resentment in the satire.—In mankind was capable, by the diffusion of the poem of Childe Harold, which soon knowledge, and the just estimate of indefollowed, he vindicated the supremacy of pendence. It was with these views that his genius. It is in this poem, and the he aided Greece to the utmost of his shorter poems, turning chiefly upon


means, to rescue herself from the claims tal scenes and circumstances, that Lord of her oppressor, and rise again to life Byron is distinctively himself

. He dis- and liberty. We are not yet sufficiently played, it is true, astonishing versatility recovered from the painful feelings with as he advanced. He entered the domain which the sudden intelligence of his of Italian and of the more modern Ger- death has impressed us, to enter into any man poetry—not as an imitator, but as a detail of observation on his genius as a rival." It is hardly safe or discreet to poet, or his character as a man. Now speak of Don Juan, that truant offspring that his days are numbered, the world of Lord Byron's muse. It may be said, will do justice to both. however, that with all its sins, the copiousness and flexibility of the English

(FROM THE STAR.] language were never before so triumph. It is with much regret we have to an. antly approved—that the same compass nounce the death of that wayward, but of talent“ the grave, the gay, the great, highly-gifted genius, Lord Byron, which the small,” comic force, humour, meta took place at Missolonghi, on the 19th physics, and observation, boundless fancy ultimo. “ There is a tear for all that and ethereal beauty, and curious know- die,” as this noble poet observes in his ledge, curiously applied, have never been elegy on the death of one of his friends ; blended with the same felicity in any and whatever may have been his errors, other poem. It would be easy to dwell he must be a rigid moralist indeed, whó upon some vices of taste-for it is with does not breathe a sigh for the fate of a those only that we have to do but they poet, who, possessing talents of a tranare not to be thought of at a moment when scendent nature, has perished in devoting England has lost her first poet, not yet them to the emancipation of Greece—for arrived at the meridian of his life-per- in this cause he has fallen, and deeply haps not even of his genius-one who indeed will his loss be felt. might yet have atoned to his country

Although it would be impossible to deand to literature for the errors of his fend some of the recent publications of youth, by producing works which would Lord Byron, yet to us his failings always place his name incontestibly still nearer rather appeared those of education, and a those of Milton and Shakspeare, by no yielding

to the immediate society in which longer affording a pretext to cant and he mingled, than errors of the heart ; and cavil, and interested sycophancy. there are many acts of his, which not

only do honour to his rank in life, but to humanity. His memory will, however,

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