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LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.

No. XC.)

SATURDAY, JUNE 26, 1824.

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Recollections of Lord Byron. WHATEVER may have been the opinion to Harrow, with the exception of some in. of a portion of the public with respect to tervals of absence, which were deemed neLord Byron, while living, there is not cessary for the establishment of his health, we feel confident, a human being possess. by a temporary removal to the Highlands ing the feelings of humanity that does not of Aberdeenshire, his constitution being lament his fate, nor an Englishman that always (while a boy) uncommonly delicate, does not feel proud to call Byron his his mind painfully sensitive, but his heart countryman. With a genius that has not transcendently warm and kind. Here it been equalled since the time of that bard, was he delighted in the mountain and "who was not for an age, but for all time, the flood," and here it was that he imByron could sway his readers, could raise bibed that spirit of freedom, and that love a laugh, or elicit tears as he pleased.- for “the land of his Scottish sires,” which Sometimes the desolate misanthropy of nothing could tear from his heart. Here it his mind rose, and threw its dark shade was that he felt himself without restraint, over his poetry like one of his own ruined even in dress; and on his return to school, castles and we felt it to be sublime ; at which, by the bye, he always did with others, we are astonished by the sparkling the utmost willingness, it was with much humour, the well-pointed satire, and the difficulty that his mother could induce severe sarcasm of his muse. Byron's him to quit the kilt and the plaid, in com, character, indeed, produced his poems; pliance with the manners of the town; and it cannot be doubted that his poems but the bonnet he would never leave off, are adapted to produce such a character. until it could be no longer worn. His heroes speak a language supplied not

At school his progress never was so more by imagination than consciousness. distinguished above that of the general They are not those machines that, by a run of his class-fellows, as after those occontrivance of the artist, send forth a casional intervals of absence, when he music of their own; but instruments would in a few days run through (and through which he breathed his very soul, well too), exercises, which, according to in tones of agonized sensibility, that can. the school routine, had taken weeks to acnot but give a sympathetic impulse to complish. But when he had overtaken those who hear.

the rest of his class, he contented himself Such was Byron ; and although we with being considered a tolerable scholar, have already devoted one number of the without making any violent exertions to MIRROR exclusively to a memoir of him, be placed at the head of the first form. It yet we are sure we shall be excused if, was out of school that he aspired to be the on presenting to our readers a most spi- leader of every thing. In all the boyish rited and elegantly-engraved likeness of sports and amusements he would be the this illustrious poet, we add a few recol. first, if possible. For this he was emi. lections of Byron-particularly of his nently calculated. Candid, sincere, a youth.

lover of stern and inflexible truth; quick, It has been erroneo

neously stated that enterprising, and daring, his mind was Lord Byron was born in Scotland ; and capable of overcoming those impediments our northern friends, with a due watchful, which nature had thrown in his way, by ness over the honour of their country, are making his constitution and body weak, proud of adding the name of Byron to the and by a mal-conformation of one of his poets of Scotland. We certainly have no feet. Nevertheless, no boy could outstrip wish to deprive Scotia of one laurel, though him in the race, or in swimming. Even she is rich enough to spare more than one, at that early period (from eight to ten but truth compels us to state that Lord years of age) all his sports were of a manly Byron was born in London, and that the character ; fishing, shooting, swimming, place of his birth was Holles-street, and managing a horse, or steering and Cavendish-square.

trimming the sails of a boat, constituted At the age of seven years young Byron, his chief delights; and to the superficial whose previous instruction in the English observer, seemed his sole occupation.language had been his mother's sole task, This desire for supremacy in the school was sent to the Grammar School, at Aber- games, which we have alluded to, led deen, where he continued till his removal him into many combats, cut of which he VOL. III. 2 E

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always came with honour, almost always the last number of a contemporary publi. victorious. Upon one occasion, a boy, cation.* Speaking of the destruction of pursued by another, took refuge in his the memoirs of Byron, the writer obmother's house; the latter, who had been much abused by the former, proceeded to “Whatever may be the opinion of the take vengeance on him, even on the land- present generation, I am at least coning-place of the drawing-room stairs, vinced that the future will think with me, when young Byron came out at the noise, and cry out aloud against the perpetrators and insisted that the refugee should not of a deed which can never be repaired.be struck in his house, or else he must Of all the works given by that mighty fight for him. The pursuer, “nothing mind, that lofty genius (which alike rode loath,” accepted the challenge, and they in the whirlwind, or sparkled in the sun. fought for nearly an hour, when both were beam), not one, perhaps, would have been compelled to give in, from absolute ex found more deeply interesting, more ina haustion.

tensely commanding, than the history of It is the custom of the Grammar School his own heart,—the developement of ener. at Aberdeen, that the boys of all the five gies, passions, and peculiarities, all marked classes, of which it is composed, should by sublimity and talent ; and which, like be assembled for prayers in the public the stricken rock in the wilderness, would school at eight o'clock in the morning, flow from the fountain of memory in a previous to which a censor calls over the distant land more fully and purely, less names of all, and those who are absent are mixed with baser matter,' than they fined.

could have done when surrounded by The first time that Lord Byron had persons and objects calculated to distract come to school after his accession to his and harass him. title, the rector had caused his name to be “ If Lord Byron was an erring man, of inserted in the censor's book-Georgius which we can have little doubt, since he Dominus de Byron, instead of Georgius has told us so himself, surely there is the Byron Gordon, as formerly. The boys, more reason to listen to his apology, unused to this aristocratic sound, set up a if he is able to make one; to detect the loud and involuntary shout, which had fallacy of his reasons, if he is not, and such an effect on his sensitive mind, that point out anew to ourselves the distinction he burst into tears, and would have fled between the genius we must admire and from the school, had he not been restrained the virtue we ought to venerate. These by the master. A school-fellow of Byron's are not times in which the most dazzling had a very small Shetland pony, which talents, the most alluring sophistry, can his father had bought him, and one day injure any but willing victims; and it they were riding and walking by turns, to would be the perfection of cant for any the banks of the Don, to bathe. When man to say that he could not in conthey came to the bridge, over that dark, science' read any work which Lord Byron romantic stream, Byron bethought him of could or would write. In fact, we all the prophecy which he incorrectly quotes know that more has been said on this (from memory, it is true), in one of his point already than the subject warranted. latter cantos of Don Juan

It is, however, no bad sign of the times, “ Brig o' Balgownie! wight's thy wa'

that a holy jealousy, a vigilant guarding Wi'a

wife's ae son, and a mare's ae foal, of the public mind, even towards him who Down shalt thou fa,

was the master-spirit of the age, the He immediately stopped his companion, prince of our princely race of poets, has who was then riding, and asked him if been evinced ; but, since we have done so he remembered the prophecy, saying, that much in the way of warning him and as they were both only sons, and as the guarding ourselves, surely we might have pony might be “a mare's ae foal,” he joyfully, thankfully, accepted from him would rather ride over first, because he the most endearing of all legacies his had only a mother to lament him should own portrait by his own pencil. the prophecy be fulfilled by the falling of “Over this legacy, so desired, whether the bridge, whereas the other had both a intended to sting to the heart a country father and a mother to grieve after him. he had renounced, or to prove he had yet

In our memoir of Lord Byron we stated reluctantly-owned, but fondly-nurtured, that his Lordship had written his own recollections of love for her, it is alike life, and that the MS. had been destroyed. evident no private considerations or perThis is an event deeply to be lamented, sonal feeings could in justice decide. and can only be justified on the ground Byron could not fail to be aware of his that it was the last wish of Byron him own importance; he knew his country had self. On this subject we perfectly agree with the observations of an able writer in

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an interest in him ; knew, too, that she own Epitaph he may also be said to have was proud of him, even when angry with written; and the following lines which him; and was aware that, as persons and he wrote on the death of Sheridan are incidents died away in her memory, that singularly applicable to himself, and pride and love would increase, and, of more appropriate than any that have been course, that every circumstance, every written on his own death. thought, which recalled his genius, his

E'en as the tenderness that hour instils, opinions, his misfortunes, even his faults, When summer's day declines along the hills, to view, would possess an attraction, simi- So feels the fulness of our heart and eyes, lar to that he had himself felt for Tasso When all of Genius, which can perish, dies. and Pope. In writing his life, he might Math passed from day to darkness---to whose

A mighty spirit is eclips'd---a power be said to propitiate kindly feelings, to reward friendly exertions, to deprecate of light no likeness is bequea'hed; no name, censure, to punish malignity, if it had

Focus at once of all the rays of fame! existed, or to give the falsely-accused The beam of song, the blaze of cloquence,

The flash of wit, the bright intelligence, power of reply ; to re-unite himself with Set with their sun---but still have left behind his country and his kindred, and sub Th' enduring produce of immortal mind; mit to their censure, or claim their sup

Fruits of a genial morn, and glorious noon,

A deathless part of him who died too soon!" port, as a man and a brother, no longer alienated by the stern sullenness of pride

Byron, during his residence abroad, brooding over its wrongs, or the consci- avoided English society very much, less, ousness of sins which were, perhaps,

we are assured, from a want of respect for falsely imputed.”

his country or countrymen, but because This is not only a charitable, but a just he knew how eager the public was to estimate of a transaction, which has excited catch at any thing that related to his pri. such an astounding interest in the literary

vate life. În an Appendix to his Doge of world. That a work of Byron's, and that Venice, he mentions that some traveller of so interesting a character, as the me had asserted, that he had repeatedly demoirs of himself, should be destroyed, is a

clined an introduction to him while in sacrilege better becoming the harpies of Italy. the inquisition, than a country which

6 Who this person may be,” says boasts of its freedom and of the liberty of Lord Byron, “ I know not, but he must

have been deceived by all or any of those It has somewhat surprised us, that there who repeatedly offered to introduce him,' have been no tributes to the memory of as I have invariably refused to receive Byron by our eminent poets. They can any English with whom I was not prefeel no jealousy now, and although we cer- viously acquainted, even when they had tainly could not expect Southey, nor even letters from England. If the whole asWordsworth, to tune their lyres on such sertion is not an invention, I request this an occasion, yet, surely Scott, Moore, and person not to sit down with the notion Campbell, might have done homage to

that he could have been introduced, since that master spirit they were eager to fol- there has been nothing I have so carefully low, though they could not approach him. avoided as any kind of intercourse with Sir Walter Scott, perhaps, may be ex his countrymen excepting the very few cused, since he has paid a warm tribute who were a considerable time resident in to Byron's talents in prose.* Byron, Venice or had been of my previous ac. however, was indifferent to such honours, quaintance. Whoever made him any if we may judge from the wish expressed such offer was possessed of impudence by him in one of his poems, in which he equal to that of making such an assertion says,

without having had it. The fact is, that “ When my soul wings her flight,

I hold in utter abhorrence any contact To the regions of night,

with the travelling English, as my friend And my corse shall recline on its bier, the Consul General Hoppner, and the As ye pass by the tomb,

Countess Benzoni (in whose house the Where my ashes consume, Oh! moisten their dust, with---a tear!

conversazione most frequently by them

is held) could amply testify, were it worth “May no marble bestow, 'That splendour of woe,

while. I was persecuted by these tour. Which the children of vanity rear :-. ists, even to my riding-ground at Lido, No fiction of fame,

and reduced to the most disagreeable cirTo blazon my name.

cuits to avoid them. At Madame BenAll I ask,---all I wish, --is---a tear!" Is there a Greek—is there a man who duced to them; of a thousand such pre

zoni's I repeatedly refused to be intro will refuse this tributary tear? We be- sentations pressed upon me, I accepted lieve not. This was Byron's wish : his

two, and both were to Irish women. * See Mirror, No. 87.

" I should hardly have descended to

the press.

speak of such trifles, publicly, if the im. Scott swam on till past the Rialto, where pudence of this Sketcher, had not he got outless from fatigue than chill, forced me to a refutation of a disingenuous having been four hours in the water with and gratuitously impertinent assertion ; out rest, or stay, except what is to be so meant to be ; for what could it import obtained by floating on one's back,_ this to the reader to be told that the author being the condition of our performance. had repeatedly declined an introduction ? I continued my course on to Santa Chiara, Even had it been true, which, for the comprising the whole of the grand canal, reasons I have above given, is scarcely (beside the distance from the Lido,) and possible. Except Lords Lansdowne, got out where the Laguna once more Jersey, and Lauderdale ; Messrs. Scott, opens to Fusina. I had been in the watery Hammond, Sir Humphrey Davy, the late by my watch, without help or rest, and M. Lewis, W. Bankes, M. Hoppner, never touching ground or boat, four hours Thomas Moore, Lord Kinnaird, his bro- and twenty minutes. To this

match, and ther, Mr. Joy, and Mr. Hobhouse, I do during the greater part of the performnot recollect to have exchanged a word ance, Mr. Hoppner, the Consul General, with another Englishman since I left their was witness, and it is well known to country: and almost all these I had many others. Mr. Turner can easily known before. The others, and God verify the fact, if he thinks it worth knows there were some hundreds, who while, by referring to Mr. Hoppner. bored me with letters or visits, I refused The distance we could not accurately asto have any communication with, and certain ; it was of course considerable. shall be proud and happy when that wish “ I crossed the Hellespont in one hour becomes mutual.”

and ten minutes only. I am now ten When residing at Mitylene, in the year years older in time, and twenty in con. 1812, he portioned eight young girls stitution, than I was when I passed the very liberally, and even danced with them Dardanelles ; and yet two years ago, I at the marriage feast; he gave a cow to was capable of swimmig four hours and one man, horses to another, and cotton twenty minutes ; and I am sure that I and silk to several girls who live by could have continued two hours longer, weaving these materials. He also bought though I had on a pair of trowsers an a new boat for a fisherman who had lost accoutrement which by no means assists his own in a gale, and he often gave the performance. My two companions Greek testaments to the

poor

children. were also four hours in the water. MinWe have already noticed Lord Byron's galdo might be about thirty years of age, exploit in performing Leander's exploit, Scott about six-and-twenty. With this that of swimming across the Hellespont, experience in swimming, at different penor did he consider it a very extraordinary riods of age, not only on the spot, but feat, as will be seen by the following ex- elsewhere, of various persons, what is tract of a letter, written by his Lordship, there to make me doubt that Leander's in February, 1821.

exploit was perfectly practicable ? If “ My own experience, and that of three individuals did more than passing others, bids me pronounce the passage of the Hellespont, why should he have done Leander perfectly practicable : any young less ?”. man in good health, and with tolerable Lord Byron is succeeded in his title skill in swimming, might succeed in it by a cousin of his, Captain Byron, of the from either side. I was three hours in Royal Navy; he has left a daughter, to swimming across the Tagus, which is whom he appears to have been most armuch more hazardous, being two hours dently attached, and whose birth called longer than the passage of the Hellespont. forth the following effusion from his maOf what may be done in swimming, I gic pen:shall mention one more instance. In 1818, the Chevalier Mingaldo, (a gen

TO MY DAUGHTER tleman of Bassano,) a good swimmer, wished to swim with my friend, Mr. Alexander Scott, and myself; as he Hall to this teeming stage of life ; seemed particularly anxious on the sub- Hail, lovely miniature of life! ject, we indulged him. We all three Lamb of the world's extended fold ! started from the Island of the Lido, and Fountain of hopes, and doubts, and fears ! swam to Venice..At the entrance of the Sweet promise of extatic years! grand cana Scott and I were a good And turn idolater to thee !

How could I fainly bend the knee way a-head, and we saw no more of our foreign friend ; which, however, was of 'Tis nature's worship---felt.--confessid, no consequence, as there was a gondola The sturdy savage, 'midst his clan,

Far as the life which warms the breast; to hold his clothes, and pick him up. The rudest portraiture of mal,

ON THB MORNING OF BBR BIATU.

In trackless woods and boundless plains, Where everlasting wildness reigns, Owns the still throb.--the secret start... The hidden impulse of the heart. Dear babe! ere yet upon thy years The soil of human vice appears, Ere passion hath disturb'd thy cheek, And prompted what thou dar'st not speak; Ere that pale lip is blanch'd with care, Or from those eyes shoot tierce despair, Would I could wake thy untun'd ear, And gust it with a father's prayer. But little reck'st thou, oh, my child I Of travail on life's thorny wild ! of all the dangers, all the woes, Eaci tottering footstep which enclose ; Ah! little reck'st thou of the scene So darkly wrought, that spreads between The little all we here can find, And the dark mystic sphere behind! Little reck'st thou, my earliest born, Of clouds which gather round thy morn, Of acts to lure thy soul astray, Of snares that intersect thy way, Of secret foes, of friend untrue, Or fiends who stab the hearts they w00--. Little thou reck'st of this sad store.-. Would thou might'st never reck them inore ! But thou wilt burst this transient sleep, And thou wilt wake, my babe, to weep i The tenant of a frail abode, Thy tears must flow, as mine have flow'd ; Beguild by follies every day, Sorrow must wash the faults away, And thou must wake perchance to prove The pang of unrequited love. Unconscious babe, tho' on that brow No half-fledg'd misery nestles now, Scarce round thy placid lips a smile Maternal fondness shall beguile, Ere the moist footsteps of a tear Shall plant their dewy traces there, And prematurely pave the way For sorrows of a riper day. Oh I could a father's pray'r repel The eye's sad grief, the bosom's swell; Or could a father hope to bear A darling child's allotted care, Then thou, my babe, should'st slumber still, Exempted from all human ill; A parent's love thy peace should free, And ask its wounds again for thee. Sleep on, my child ; the slumber brief Too soon shall melt away to grief ; Too soon the dawn of woe sball break, And briny rills bedew that cheek ; Too soon shall sadness quench those eyes, That breast be agonized with sighs, And anguish o'er the beams of noon Lead clouds of care ---ah, much too soon! Soon wilt thou reck of cares unknown Of wants and sorrows all their own, Of many a pang, and many a woe, That thy dear sex alone can know... Of many an ill untold, unsung, That will not...may not find a tongue, But kept conceal'd without control, Bpread the fell cancers of the soul. Yet be thy lot, my babe more blest! Mayjoy still animate thy breast! Stilí, 'midst thy least propitious days, Shedding its rich, inspiring rays, A father's heart shall daily bear Thy name upon its secret pray'r, And as le secks his last repose, Thine image ease life's parting throes.

Then, bail, sweet miniature of life!
Hail to this teeming stage of strife i
Pilgrim of many cares untold !
Lanıb of the world's extended fold !
Fountain of hopes, and doubts, and fears!
Sweet promise of extatic years!
How could I fainly bend the knee,
And turn idolater to thee !

How much it is to be regretted that & father, who displayed so much parental affection, should by any circumstances be separated from the child of his heart!

Nothing now remains for us but to add a few more tributes to the memory of this distinguished individual, to whose genius, foreigners, as well as Englishmen, pay a willing homage. The Nuremberg Gazette of May 26, has the following article from Greece:

“ There is no doubt, that if the life of Lord Byron had been prolonged, he would have done incalculable service to the Greeks, by his enthusiastic zeal and his extensive connections. Not only his own countrymen in unexpectedly large numbers, but other foreigners from all parts of Europe, were called together under the Ægis of his much-respected name.

The differ. ences which were likely to arise between the Porte and Great Britain, from the connection of a man of so much importance with the Greeks, allowed us to hope for events, in the course of which, Greece might, perhaps, all at once, have acquired a tranquil existence, have completely or. ganized its internal constitution, and her fields, drenched with the blood of her children, would have rewarded the peaceful labours of the husbandman. The loss of this magnanimous Nobleman is most deeply felt. At Missolonghi, the inhabitants of which had the best oppor. tunity of seeing and admiring the extent of his activity, every body is plunged in the most profound affliction. "If we had lost a great battle, the grief at such a misfortune would not have been so general :

: our countıy has still sons enough to repel the invading enemy; a defeat would only animate them to new victories; but this loss is irreparable, and the animating spirit of a man like Lord Byron, whom fortune, and, perhaps, his own previous mode of life, had placed in a state of mind, in which life had no charms for him, unless enhanced by something extraordinary—such a spirit dwells in very few men, and in them, perhaps, not to their own good.”

A more ardent tribute to the memory of Byron has been paid by M. Charles Dupin, member of the French Institute.

6. The cause of a people," he says, “ whose ancestors have acquired imınortal ronown-of a people who, inspired by this

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