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me, though in general they disliked literary people, and the life-guards; but I found the latter by far the most persecuted and mystified Madame de Staël, Lewis, difficult, **, and the like, damnably. They persuaded Madame de Staël that A ** had a hundred thousand a year, &c.

'to composs The bloody duel without blows, '

&c. till she praised him to his face for his beauty! and the business being about a woman: I must add too, that made a set at him for **, and a hundred fooleries be- I never saw a woman behave so ill, like a cold-blooded sades. The truth is, that, though I gave up the business early, I had a tinge of dandyism in my minority, and probably retained enough of it to conciliate the great ones at Give-and-twenty. I had gamed, and drank, and taken my degrees in most dissipations, and having no pedantry, and not being overbearing, we ran quietly together. I knew them all more or less, and they made me a member of Watier's, (a superb club at that time,) being, I take it, the only literary man (except two others, both men of the world, Moore and Spenser) in it. Our masquerade was a grand one; so was the dandy ball too, at the Argyle, but that (the latter) was given by the four chiefs, B., M., A, and P., if I err not.

"I was a member of the Alfred, too, being elected while in Greece. It was pleasant; a little too sober and literary, and bored with ** and Sir Francis D'Ivernois; but one met Peel, and Ward, and Valentia, and many other pleasant or known people; and it was, upon the whole, a decent resource in a rainy day, in a dearth of parties, or parliament, or in an empty season.

heartless b- as she was,-but very handsome, for all that. A certain Susan C✶ ✶ was she called. I never saw her but once; and that was to induce her but to say two words, (which in no degree compromised herself) and which would have had the effect of saving a priest or a lieutenant of cavalry. She would not say them, and neither N** nor myself (the son of Sir E. N * *, and a friend to one of the parties) could prevail upon her to say them, though both of us used to deal in some sort with woman-kind. At last I managed to quiet the combatants without her talisman, and, I believe, to her great disappointment: she was the damnedest b— that I ever saw, and I have seen a great many. Though my clergyman was sure to lose either his life or his living, he was as warlike as the Bishop of Beauvais, and would hardly be pacified; but then he was in love, and that is a martial passion."

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"Like Sylla, I have always believed that all things depend upon fortune, and nothing upon ourselves. I am I belonged, or belong, to the following clubs or socie-not aware of any one thought or action worthy of being ties:-to the Alfred; to the Cocoa Tree; to Watier's; called good to myself or others, which is not to be attri to the Union; to Racket's, (at Brighton;) to the Pugi-buted to the good goddess Fortune." itstic; to the Owls, or 'Fly-by-night to the Cambridge Whig Club; to the Harrow Club, Cambridge; and to one or two private Clubs; to the Hampden (political) Club; and to the Italian Carbonari, &c. &c. &c. though last, not least. I got into all these, and never stood for any other at least to my own knowledge. I declined being proposed to several others, though pressed to stand candidate."

"If I were to live over again, I do not know what I would change in my life, unless it were for-not to have lived at all. All history, and experience, and the rest, teaches us that the good and evil are pretty equally balanced in this existence, and that what is most to be desired is an easy passage out of it. What can it give us but years? and those have little of good but their ending.

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**** (commonly called long ***, a very clever "The world visits change of politics or change of man, but odd) complained to our friend Scrope B. Davies, religion with a more severe censure than a mere diffe in riding, that he had a stitch in his side. I don't won-rence of opinion would appear to me to deserve. But der at it,' said Scrope, 'for you ride like a tailor. Whoever there must be some reason for this feeling-and I think had seen✶✶✶ on horseback, with his very tall figure on a small nag, would not deny the justness of the repartee.

When Brummell was obliged (by that affair of poor M**, who thence acquired the name of 'Dick the Dandy-killer-it was about money, and debt, and all that) to retire to France, he knew no French, and having obtained a grammar for the purpose of study, our friend Scrope Davies was asked what progress Brummell had made in French, he responded, that Brummell had been stopped, like Buonaparte in Russia, by the Elements.'

"I have put this pun into Beppo, which is a fair exchange and no robbery,' for Scrope made his fortune at several dinners (as he owned himself) by repeating occasionally, as his own, some of the buffooneries with which I had encountered him in the morning."

it is that these departures from the earliest instilled ideas of our childhood, and from the line of conduct chosen by us when we first enter into public life, have been seen to have more mischievous results for society, and to prove more weakness of mind than other actions, in themselves more immoral."

Of the bust of himself by Bartollini:-"The bust does not turn out a good one,-though it may be like for aught I know, as it exactly resembles a superannuated Jesuit." Again, I assure you Bartollini's is dreadful, though my mind misgives me that it is hideously like. If it is, I cannot be long for this world, for it overlooks seventy."

"As far as fame goes (that is to say, living fame,) 1 have had my share, perhaps indeed, certainly-more than my deserts.

"Some odd instances have occurred, to my own experi ence, of the wild and strange places to which a name "I have been called in as mediator, or second, at least may penetrate, and where it may impress. Two years twenty times, in violent quarrels, and have always con- ago, (almost three, being in August or July, 1819,) I retrived to settle the business without compromising the ceived at Ravenna a letter, in English verse, from Dronhonour of the parties, or leading them to mortal conse-theim in Norway, written by a Norwegian, and full of the quences, and this too sometimes in very difficult and usual compliments, &c. &c. It is still somewhere among delicate circumstances, and having to deal with very hot my papers. In the same month I received an invitation and haughty spirits,-Irishmen, gamesters, guardsmen, into Holstein from a Mr. Jacobsen (I think) of Hamcaptains, and cornets of horse, and the like. This was, of course, in my youth, when I lived in hot-headed company. I have had to carry challenges from gentlemen to noblemen, from captains to captains, from lawyers to counsellors, and once from a clergyman to an officer in

burgh: also, by the same medium, a translation of Medora's song in the Corsair by a Westphalian baroness (not 'Thunderton-Tronck,') with some original verses of hers, (very pretty and Klopstock-ish,) and a prose translation annexed to them, on the subjec of my wife:-as

they concerned her more than me, I sent them to her, between the present time and the days of Harrow. It was together with Mr. Jacobsen's letter. It was odd enough a new and inexplicable feeling, like rising from the grave to receive an invitation to pass the summer in Holstein to me. Clare too was much agitated-more in appearwhile in Italy, from people I never knew. The letter ance than was myself; for I could feel his heart beat to his was addressed to Venice. Mr. Jacobsen talked to me fingers' ends, unless, indeed, was the pulse of my own of the 'wild roses growing in the Holstein summer.' which made me think so. He told me that I should find Why then did the Cimbri and Teutones emigrate? a note from him left at Bologna. I did. We were obliged "What a strange thing is life and man! Were I to to part for our different journeys, he for Rome, I for Pisa, present myself at the door of the house where my daugh- but with the promise to meet again in spring. We were ter now is, the door would be shut in my face-unless (as but five minutes together, and on the public road; but I is not impossible) I knocked down the porter; and if I hardly recollect an hour of my existence which could be had gone in that year (and perhaps now) to Drontheim, weighed against them. He had heard that I was coming (the furthest town in Norway,) or into Holstein, I should on, and had left his letter for me at Bologna, because the have been received with open arms into the mansion of people with whom he was travelling could not wait longer. strangers and foreigners, attached to me by no tie but by "Of all I have ever known, he has always been the least that of mind and rumour. altered in every thing from the excellent qualities and kind affections which attached me to him so strongly at school, I should hardly have thought it possible for society (or the world, as it is called) to leave a being with so little of the leaven of bad passions.

"As far as fame goes, I have had my share: it has indeed been leavened by other human contingencies, and this in a greater degree than has occurred to most literary men of a decent rank in life; but, on the whole, take it that such equipoise is the condition of humanity."

"I do not speak from personal experience only, but from all I have ever heard of him from others, during absence and distance."

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Among the various Journals, Memoranda, Diaries, &c. which I have kept in the course of my living, I began one about three months ago, and carried it on till I had "I revisited the Florence Gallery, &c. My former imfilled one paper-book, (thinnish,) and two sheets or so of pressions were confirmed; but there were too many another. I then left off, partly because I thought we visiters there to allow one to feel any thing properly. should have some business here, and I had furbished up When we were (about thirty or forty) all stuffed into the my arms and got my apparatus ready for taking a turn cabinet of gems and knick-knackeries, in a corner of one with the patriots, having my drawers full of their procla- of the galleries, I told Rogers that it felt like being in the mations, oaths, and resolutions, and my lower rooms of watchhouse.' I left him to make his obeisances to some their hidden weapons, of most calibers, and partly because I had filled my paper-book.

"But the Neapolitans have betrayed themselves and all the world; and those who would have given their blood for Italy can now only give her their tears.

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"In the Pitti Palace, I did not omit Goldsmith's prescription for a connoisseur, viz. ' that the pictures would have been better if the painter had taken more pains, and to praise the works of Pietro Perugino."

of his acquaintances, and strolled on alone-the only four minutes I could snatch of any feeling for the works around me. I do not mean to apply this to a tête-à-tête scrutiny with Rogers, who has an excellent taste, and deep feeling for the arts, (indeed much more of both than I can pos"Some day or other, if dust holds together, I have been sess, for of the FORMER I have not much,) but to the enough in the secret (at least in this part of the country) crowd of jostling starers and travelling talkers around me. to cast perhaps some little light upon the atrocious "I heard one bold Briton declare to the woman on his treachery which has replunged Italy into barbarism: at arm, looking at the Venus of Titian, 'Well, now, this is present I have neither the time nor the temper. How-really very fine indeed,'-an observation which, like that ever, the real Italians are not to blame; merely the scoun-of the landlord in Joseph Andrews on 'the certainty of drels at the heel of the boot, which the Hun now wears, and death,' was (as the landlord's wife observed) 'extremely will trample them to ashes with for their servility. I have true.' risked myself with the others here, and how far I may or may not be compromised is a problem at this moment. Some of them, like Craigengelt, would tell all, and more than all, to save themselves.' But, come what may, the cause was a glorious one, though it reads at present as if the Greeks had run away from Xerxes. Happy the few who have only to reproach themselves with believing that "People have wondered at the melancholy which rune these rascals were less 'rascaille' than they proved through my writings. Others have wondered at my per Here in Romagna, the efforts were necessarily limited to sonal gayety. But I recollect once, after an hour in which preparations and good intentions, until the Germans were! |I had been sincerely and particularly gay and rather brilfairly engaged in equal warfare-as we are upon their ant, in company, my wife replying to me, when I said, very frontiers, without a single fort or hill nearer than San (upon her remarking my high spirits,) 'And yet, Bell, Ỉ Marino. Whether 'hell will be paved with' those ' have been called and miscalled melancholy-you must 'good intentions,' I know not; but there will probably be a good have seen how falsely, frequently? No, Byron,' she store of Neapolitans to walk upon the pavement, whatever answered, it is not so: at heart, you are the most melanmay be its composition. Slabs of lava from their moun- choly of mankind; and often when apparently gayest.'" tain, with the bodies of their own damned souls for cement, would be the fittest causeway for Satan's 'Corso.'"

"Pisa, November 5, 1821. "There is a strange coincidence sometimes in the little things of this world, Sancho,' says Sterne in a letter, (if mistake not,) and so I have often found it.

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"A young American,* named Coolidge, called on me not many months ago. He was intelligent, very handsome, and not more than twenty years old, according to appearances; a little romantic, but that sits well upon youth, and mighty fond of poesy, as may be suspected fron. his approaching me in my cavern. He brought me a message from an old servant of my family, (Joe Murray,) "In Page [261,] of this collection, I had alluded to and told me that he (Mr. Coolidge) had obtained a copy my friend Lord Clare in terms such as my feelings sug-of my bust from Thorwaldsen at Rome, to send to Ame gested. About a week or two afterward, I met him on the rica. I confess I was more flattered by this young enthu road between Imola and Bologna, after not having met for siasm of a solitary transatlantic traveller, than if they had seven or eight years. He was abroad in 1814, and came decreed me a statue in the Paris Pantheon, (I have seen home just as I set out in 1816.

4 This meeting annihilated for a moment all the years.

See Letter 501.

emperors and demagogues cast down from their pedestals "Of the immortality of the soul, it appears to me that even in my own time, and Grattan's name razed from the there can be little doubt, if we attend for a moment to the street, called after him in Dublin;) I say that I was more action of mind: it is in perpetual activity. I used to doubt flattered by it, because it was single, unpolitical, and was of it, but reflection has taught me better. It acts also so without motive or ostentation, the pure and warm feeling very independent of body-in dreams, for instance ;-inof a boy for the peet he admired. It must have been ex-coherently and madly, I grant you, but still it is mind, and pensive, though;-I would not pay the price of a Thor- much more mind than when we are awake. Now that waldser bust for any human head and shoulders, except this should not act separately, as well as jointly, who can Napoleon's, or my children's, or some 'absurd woman-pronounce? The stoics, Epictetus and Marcus Aurelius, kind's, as Monkbarns calls them-or my sister's. If asked call the present state a soul which drags a carcass,'— why, then, I sat for my own?-Answer, that it was at the a heavy chain to be sure, but all chains being material particular request of J. C. Hobhouse, Esq. and for no one may be shaken off. How far our future life will be indielse. A picture is a different matter;-every body sits for vidual, or, rather, how far it will at all resemble our presen. their picture; but a bust looks like putting up pretensions existence, is another question; but that the mind is eternal to permanency, and smacks something of a hankering for seems as probable as that the body is not so. Of course, I public fame rather than private remembrance. here venture upon the question without recurring to reve "Whenever an American requests to see me, (which is lation, which, however, is at least as rational a solution of not unfrequently,) I comply, firstly, because I respect a it as any other. A material resurrection seems strange people who acquired their freedom by their firmness with- and even absurd, except for purposes of punishment; and out excess; and, secondly, because these transatlantic all punishment which is to revenge rather than correct must visits, 'few and far between,' make me feel as if talking be morally wrong; and when the world is at an end, what with posterity from the other side of the Styx. In a century or two the new English and Spanish Atlantides will be masters of the old countries, in all probability, as Greece and Europe overcame their mother Asia in the older or earlier ages, as they are called."

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in reference to his own choice of Venice place of residence," I remembered General Ludlow's domal inscription, 'Omne solum forti patria,' and sat down free in a country which had been one of slavery for centunes," he adds, "But there is no freedom, even for masters, in the midst of slaves. It makes my blood boil to see the thing. I sometimes wish that I was the owner of Africa, to do at once what Wilberforce will do in time, viz. sweep slavery from her deserts, and look on upon the first dance of their freedom.

As to political slavery, so general, it is men's own fault: f they will be slaves, let them! Yet it is but 'a word and a blow. See how England formerly, France, Spain, Portugal, America, Switzerland, freed themselves! There is no one instance of a long contest in which men did not triumph over systems. If Tyranny misses her first spring, she is cowardly as the tiger, and retires to be hunted."

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moral or warning purpose can eternal tortures answer? Human passions have probably disfigured the divine doctrines here:-but the whole thing is inscrutable."

"It is useless to tell me not to reason, but to believe. You might as well tell a man not to wake, but sleep. And then to bully with torments, and all that! I cannot help think ing that the menace of hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains."

"Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of good in his mainspring of mind. But, God help us all! it is at present sad jar of atoms."

"Matter is eternal, always changing, but reproduced, and, as far as we can comprehend eternity, eternal; and why not mind? Why should not the mind act with and upon the universe, as portions of it act upon and with the congregated dust called mankind? See how one man acts upon himself and others, or upon multitudes! The same agency, in a higher and purer degree, may act upon the stars, &c. ad infinitum."

"Going to the fountain of Delphi (Castri) in 1809, I saw a flight of twelve eagles (H. says they were vultures "I have often been inclined to materialism in philosophy, —at least, in conversation,) and I seized the omen. On but could never bear its introduction into Christianity the day before, I composed the lines to Parnassus, (in which appears to me essentially founded upon the soul. Childe Harold,) and, on beholding the birds, had a hope For this reason, Priestley's Christian Materialism always that Apollo had accepted my homage. I have at least had struck me as deadly. Believe the resurrection of the body, the name and fame of a poet during the poetical part of you will, but not without a soul. The deuce is in it, if, bfe, (from twenty to thirty;)--whether it will last is after having had a soul (as surely the mind, or whatever you call it is) in this world, we must part with it in the next, even for an immortal materiality! I own my par tiality for spirit."

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"In the year 1814, as Moore and I were going to dine with Lord Grey in Portman-square, I pulled out a 'Java Gazette,' (which Murray had sent to me,) in which there was a controversy on our respective merits as poets. It was amusing enough that we should be proceeding peaceably to the same table, while they were squabbling about us in the Indian seas, (to be sure, the paper was dated six months before,) and filling columns with Batavian criticism. But this is fame, I presume."*

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"I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day, as if there was some association between an internal approach to greater light aud purity, and the kindler of this dark

lantern of our external existence."

"The night is also a religious concern, and even more so when I viewed the moon and stars through Herschell' telescope, and saw that they were worlds."

"One of my notions different from those of my contemporaries is, that the present is not a high age of English poetry. There are more poets (soi-disant) than ever there were, and proportionably less poetry. This thesis I have maintained for some years, but, strange to say, it meeteth "If, according to some speculations, you could prove the not with favour from my brethren of the shelf. Even world many thousand years older than the Mosaic chroMoore shakes his head and firmly believes that this is thenology, or if you could get rid of Adam and Eve, and the grand age of British poesy."

•See Journal in Italy.

apple, and serpent, still, what is to be put up in their stead? or how is the difficulty removed? Things must have had la beginning, and what matters it when or how ?”

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"I sometimes think that man may be the relic of some quake of Calabria,'' the plague of London,' ditto 'o nigher material being wrecked in a former world, and de- Constantinople,' the sweating sickness,' the yellow generated in the hardship and struggle through chaos into fever of Philadelphia,' &c. &c. &c. ; but you don't see 'the conformity, or something like it, as we see Laplanders, abundant harvest,' 'the fine summer,'' the long peace,' Esquimaux, &c. inferior in the present state, as the ele-the wealthy speculation,' the reckless voyage,' rements become more inexorable. But even then this corded so emphatically! By-the-way, there has been higher pre-Adamite supposititious creation must have a thirty years' war and a seventy years' war; was there had an origin and a Creator,-for a creation is a more ever a seventy or a thirty years' peace? or was there natural imagination than a fortuitous concourse of atoms: evern a DAY's universal peace? except perhaps in China, all things remount to a fountain, though they may flow where they have found out the miserable happiness of a stationary and unwarlike mediocrity. And is all this because nature is niggard or savage, or mankind un grateful? Let philosophers decide. I am none."

to an ocean.

"Plutarch says, in his Life of Lysander, that Aristotle observes that in general great geniuses are of a melancholy turn, and instances Socrates, Plato, and Hercules, (or Heraclitus,) as examples; and Lysander, though not while young, yet as inclined to it when approaching towards age.' Whether I am a genius or not, I have been called such by my friends as well as enemies, and in more countries and languages than one, and also within a no very long period of existence. Of my genius I can say nothing, but of my melancholy, that it is increasing and ought to be diminished.' But how? "I take it that most men are so at bottom, but that it is only remarked in the remarkable. The Duchesse de Broglio, in reply to a remark of mine on the errors of clever people, said that they were not worse than others, only, being more in view, more noted, especially in all that could reduce them to the rest, or raise the rest to them.' In 1816 this was.

"In fact, (I suppose that) if the follies of fools were all set down like those of the wise, the wise (who seem at present only a better sort of fools) would appear almost intelligent."

"In general I do not draw well with literary men; not that I dislike them-but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication. There are several exceptions, to be sure, but then they have either been men of the world, such as Scott and Moore, &c.; or visionaries out of it, such as Shelley, &c. but your literary every-day man and I never went well in company, especially your foreigner, whom I never could abide; except Giordani, and-and-ar:d—(I really can't name any other)-I don't remember a man among them whom I ever wished to see twice, except perhaps Mezzophanti, who is a monster of languages, the Briareus of parts of speech, a walking Polyglott, and more, who ought to have existed at the time of the Tower of Babel as universal interpreter. He is indeed a marvelunassuming also. I tried him in all the tongues of which I knew a single oath, (or adjuration to the gods against post-boys, savages, Tartars, boatmen, sailors, pilots, gondoliers, muleteers, camel-drivers, Vetturini, postmasters, posthorses, posthouses, post every thing,) and, egad! he astounded me-even to my English."

"No man would live his life over again,' is an old and true saying which all can resolve for themselves. At the same time, there are probably moments in most men's lives which they would live over the rest of life to regain? Else why do we live at all? because Hope recurs to Memory, both false but-but-but-but and this but drags on till-what? I do not know: and who does? He that died o' Wednesday?”

"It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us: a year impairs ; a lustre obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory. Then, indeed, the lights are rekindled for a moment; but who can be sure that imagination is not the torchbearer? Let any man try at the end of ten years to bring before him the features, or the mind, or the sayings, or the habits of his best friend, or his greatest man, (I mean his favourite, his Buonaparte, his this, that, or t'other,) and he will be surprised at the extreme confusion of his ideas. I speak confidently on "Alcibiades is said to have been successful in all this point, having always passed for one who had a good, his battles'-but what battles? Name them! If you ay, an excellent memory. I except, indeed, our recol- mention Cæsar, or Hannibal, or Napoleon, you at once lection of womankind; there is no forgetting them (and rush upon Pharsalia, Munda, Alesia, Cannæ, Thrasybe d-d to them) any more than any other remarkable mene, Trebia, Lodi, Marengo, Jena, Austerlitz, Friedera, such as the revolution,' or 'the plague,' or the land, Wagram, Moskwa: but it is less easy to pitch invasion,' or the comet,' or 'the war' of such and such upon the victories of Alcibiades; though they may be an epoch-being the favourite dates of mankind, who named too, though not so readily as the Leuctra and have so many blessings in their lot, that they never make Mantinea of Epaminondas, the Marathon of Miltiatheir calendars from them, being too common. For in-des, the Salamis of Themistocles, and the Thermopyle stance, you see, the great drought,' the Thames fro- of Leonidas. Yet, upon the whole, it may be doubted zen over,' 'the seven years' war broke out,' the Eng- whether there be a name of antiquity which comes down lish, or French, or Spanish revolution commenced,' the with such a general charm as that of Alcibiades. Why? Lisbon arthquake,' the Lima earthquake,' 'the earth-I cannot answer. Who can?"

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THE volumes before us are by the author of Lyrical | The pieces least worthy of the author are those er th Ballads, a collection which has not undeservedly met tled "Moods of my own Mind." We certainly wish with a considerable share of public applause. The these "Moods" had been less frequent, or not permitted characteristics of Mr. W.'s muse are simple and flow- to occupy a place near works which only make their ing, though occasionally inharmonious verse, strong, and deformity more obvious; when Mr. W. ceases to please, sometimes irresistible appeals to the feelings, with un- it is by "abandoning" his mind to the most commonexceptionable sentiments. Though the present work place ideas, at the same time clothing them in language may not equal his former efforts, many of the poems not simple, but puerile. What will any reader or possess a native elegance, natural and unaffected, totally auditor, out of the nursery, say to such namby-pamby devoid of the tinsel embellishments and abstract hyper- as "Lines written at the Foot of Brother's Bridge? boles of several contemporary sonneteers. The last sonnet in the first volume, p. 152., is perhaps the best, without any novelty in the sentiments, which we hope are common to every Briton at the present crisis; the force and expression is that of a genuine poet, feeling as te writes:

"Another year! another deadly blow!
Another mighty empire overthrown!
And we are left, or shall be left, alone-
The last that dares to struggle with the foe.

Tis well!-from this day forward we shall know
That in ourselves our safety must be sought,
That by our own right-hands it must be wrought;
That we must stand unprop'd, or be laid low.
O dastard! whom such foretaste doth not cheer!
We shall exult, if they who rule the land
Be men who hold its many blessings dear,
Wise, upright, valiant, not a venal band,"

Who are to judge of danger which they fear,
And honour which they do not understand."

The song at the Feast of Brougham Castle, the Seofven Sisters, the Affliction of Margaret possess all the beauties, and few of the defects, of this writer: the following lines from the last are in his first style:

"Ah! little doth the young one dream When full of play and childish cares,

What power hath e'en his wildest scream,

Heard by his mother unawares :

He knows it not, he cannot guess:
Years to a mother bring distress,
But do not make her love the less."

• I have been a reviewer. In 1807, in a Magazine called "Monthly Literary Recreations," I reviewed Wordsworth's trash of that time. In the Monthly Review I wrote some articles which were inserted. This was in the latter part of 1811.

"The cock is crowing,

The stream is flowing,

The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter.

The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest,

Are at work with the strongest ;
The cattle are grazing,

Their heads never raising,

There are forty feeding like one.
Like an army defeated,

The snow hath retreated,

And now doth fare ill,

On the top of the bare hill."

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REVIEW OF GELL'S GEOGRAPHY OF ITHACA, AND ITINERARY OF GREECE.

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THAT laudable curiosity concerning the remains of | be acknowledged that any work, which more forcibly classical antiquity which has of late years increased impresses on our imaginations the scenes of heroic ac among our countrymen, is in no traveller or author tion, and the subjects of immortal song, possesses claims more conspicuous than in Mr. Gell. Whatever differ- on the attention of every scholar. ence of opinion may yet exist with regard to the success of the several disputants in the famous Trojan controversy, or, indeed, relating to the present author's merits as an inspector of the Troad, it must universally

• We have it from the best authority that the venerable leader of the

Anti-Homeric sect, Jacob Bryant, several years before his death, expressed regret for his ungrateful attempt to destroy some of the most piersing associations of our youthful studies. One of his last wishes vas Trajaque nunc elares," &c.

Of the two works which now demand our report, we conceive the former to be by far the most interesting to the reader, as the latter is indisputably the most serviceable to the traveller. Excepting, indeed, the running commentary which it contains on a number of extracts from Pausanias and Strabo, it is, as the title imports, a mere itinerary of Greece, or rather of Argolis only, in its present circumstances. This being the case, surely it would have answered every purpose of

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