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«The sword, the banner, and the field,
Glory and Greece around me see!.
The Spartan, borne upon his shield,
Was not more free.

« Awake! (not Greece,-she is awake!)
Awake my spirit! think through whom
Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake,
And then strike home!

«Tread those reviving passions down,
Unworthy manhood! Unto thee,

Indifferent should the smile or frown
Of beauty be.

If thou regret'st thy youth, why live?
The land of honourable death
Is here-up to the field, and give
Away thy breath!

«Seek out, less often sought than found,
A soldier's grave-for thee the best;
Then look around, and choose thy ground,
And take thy rest.»>

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My mithers auld, sir, and she has rather forgotten hersell in speaking to my Leddy, that canna weel bide to be contradickit (as I ken naebody likes it if they could help themsells).»

TALES OF MY LANDLORD, Old Mortality, vol. ii. p. 163.

LETTER.

DEAR SIR,

Ravenna, February 7th, 1821.

In the different pamphlets which you have had the goodness to send me, on the Pope and Bowles' controversy, I perceive that my name is occasionally introduced by both parties. Mr Bowles refers more than once to what he is pleased to consider «< a remarkable circumstance,>> not only in his letter to Mr Campbell, but in his reply to the Quarterly. The Quarterly also and Mr Gilchrist have conferred on me the dangerous honour of a quotation; and Mr Bowles indirectly makes a kind of appeal to me personally, by saying, «Lord Byron, if he remembers the circumstance, will witness»-(witness IN ITALIC, an ominous character for a testimony at present.)

I shall not avail myself of a « non mi ricordo» even after so long a residence in Italy;-I do « remember the circumstance,»—and have no reluctance to relate it (since called upon so to do) as correctly as the distance of time and the impression of intervening events will permit me. In the year 1812, more than three years

after the publication of «English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,» I had the honour of meeting Mr Bowles in the house of our venerable host of «< Human Life, etc.>> the last Argonaut of classic English poetry, and the Nestor of our inferior race of living poets. Mr Bowles calls this «<soon after» the publication; but to me three years appear a considerable segment of the immortality of a modern poem. I recollect nothing of «< the rest of the company going into another room»-nor, though I well remember the topography of our host's elegant and classically furnished mansion, could I swear to the very room where the conversation occurred, though the taking down the poem» seems to fix it in the library. Had it been taken up» it would probably have been in the drawing-room. I presume also that the «<< remarkable circumstance» took place after dinner, as I conceive that neither Mr Bowles's politeness nor appetite would have allowed him to detain «the rest of the company» standing round their chairs in the « other room>> while we were discussing «the Woods of Madeira>> instead of circulating its vintage. Of Mr Bowles's « good humour>> I have a full and not ungrateful recollection; as also of his gentlemanly manners and agreeable conversation. I speak of the whole, and not of particulars; for whether he did or did not use the precise words printed in the pamphlet, I cannot say, nor could he with accuracy. Of « the tone of seriousness» I certainly recollect nothing: on the contrary, I thought Mr Bowles rather disposed to treat the subject lightly; for he said (I have no objection to be contradicted if incorrect), that some of his good-natured friends had come to him

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