And where are they! and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more! And must the lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Tho' link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriots shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here! For Greeks a blush-for Greece a tear. The poetry of the three concluding stanzas is not less exquisite nor less animated. Trust not for freedom to the Franks They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells; But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shields, however broad.. Place me on Sunium's marble steep,- A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine He devoted himself to the redemption of that lovely and classic land, from the bondage of the infidel, which so long enthralled it. Lord Byron's personal influence reconciled the Greek chiefs, and banished discord from among them. He contributed largely from his private fortune to their wants and his presence on those shores drew the attention of all Europe to the strife of the Christians against the Infidel crescent, and made the very Divan tremble. Encouraged by his name, fo-.. reigners of ability were crowding to the scene of contest, and giving to the Greeks the benefits of discipline and experience. The genius of the great poet would have immortalized the efforts of the Christians; and Greece, already distinguished by so many imperishable recollections, would have lived with new glory in his song. The names of Bozzaris and her modern heroes, by whose intrepid courage the bands of the infidel have been so often scattered, would have been joined with the patriots of Platea and Thermopylæ; and consecrated by the talents of Lord Byron, have gone down, in kindled memory, to succeeding days; but, unhappily for Greece, their champion has perished in the prime of youth, and in the midst of his exertions in her cause. This melancholy event took place at Missolonghi, on the 19th of April. On the 9th of that month, his Lordship, who had been living very low, exposed himself in a violent rain; the consequence of which was a severe cold, and he was immediately confined to his bed. The low state to which he had been reduced by his abstinence, and probably by some of the remaining effects of his previous illness, made him unwilling-or at any rate he refused to submit--to be bled. It is to be lamented that no one was near his Lordship who had sufficient influence over his mind, or who 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 my sister!" Thus has perished, in the flower of his Had it pleased the Almighty to spare his valuable life, he would probably have seen his exertions sage, in the noblest of causes, crowned with success, and Greece one of the greatest poets England again triumphaut 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; the latter were, in a great measure, the result of the means of indulgence which were placed within his reach at so period of his life. "Give me neither poverty nor riches," said 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 unfortunate one for the possessor. The aim which men, who are not born to wealth, have constantly before them, gives a relish to existence to which the hereditarily opulent must ever be strangers. Gratifications of every kind soon lose their attraction, the game of life is played without in terest, for that which can be ob devoted all his energies, and the whole strength of his mind. He has been snatched from amongst this interesting people just when early a they wanted his counsels and his talents most, and their universal regret has shewn how much they Government at Missolonghi, is an affecting document; it has all the simplicity of real sorrow; there is about it no pomp of words; it speaks of the death of the great poet as "a most calamitous event for all Greece." "His munificent donations," it adds, “are before the eyes of every one, and no one 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 without 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 name of Lord Byron will they were found. survive in the page of Grecian glory, and his mausoleum may repose under the alter of St. Sophia, from whose minarets the Imaun no calls to prayers. Great as is his loss, it is a consolation that freedom in Greece does not perish with him. If we except Shakspeare, there is, perhaps, no writer in the English language from whose works an equal number of poetical beauties can be selected as from those of Lord Byron. He excels equally in the sublime and the pathetic. Some, we know, there are, who could go on poring through the maze of his mellifluous diction with no other aim than to find out a flaw in the sentiment. The numberless passages full of spirit and beauty that cross them in their scrutiny, pass with such objectors for nothing: while their eye follows him into the loftiest regions of poetry, they have no wish but to spy some spot upon his mantle. To such persons we would address ourselves in the mild and forbearing spirit of that About two years ago Lord Byron wrote his own memoirs, which he presented to Mr. Moore, and Mr. Murray purchased the MS. for 2,000l. not to be published until the death of the noble poet: he has since given it up, and, at the wish of some of Lord Byron's relatives, it is said to have been destroyed. Mr. Moore, in his last poetical production, has written a poem on the subject, entitled, Reflections on Lord Byron on reading his Memoirs written by himself." This poem is so apposite that we cannot close the present memoir without subjoining it. 66 Together in some wond'rous amulet, Would burn to know when first the light awoke In his young soul,-and if the gleams that broke From that Aurora of his genius, raised More bliss or pain in those on whom they blaz'd Would love to trace th' unfolding of that power, Which hath grown ampler, grander, every hour, And feel, in watching o'er its first advance, As did the Egyptian traveller*, when he stood By the young Nile, and fathom'd with his lance The first small fountains of that mighty flood. "They too, who, 'mid the scornful thoughts that dwell In his rich fancy, tinging all its streams, As if the star of bitterness which fell On Earth of old, had touched them with its beams, Can track a spirit, which, though driv'n to hate, From Nature's hands came kind, affectionate; And which, ev'n now, struck as it is with blight, Comes out, at times, in love's own native light How gladly all who've watch'd these struggling rays Of a bright, ruin'd spirit through his lays, Would here enquire, as from his own frank lips, What desolating grief, what wrongs had driven That noble nature into cold eclipseLike some fair orb that, once a sun in heaven, And born, not only to surprise, but cheer With warmth and lustre all within its sphere, • Bruce. D the former are better constructed, stronger, more spacious, and contain many of the luxuries of life; such as very warm good beds, handsome carpets and mats, domestic utensils, and materials of art and science, painting and writing. The Calmuck is a giant, the Laplander a dwarf; both are filthy in their persons; but the Calmuck more so than perhaps any other nation. Humour. Dr. Watts was remarkable for his vivacity in conversation, although he was never forward in the display of it. Being one day in a coffee-room with some friends, he overheard a gentleman say, "What is that the great Dr. Watts ?" The Doctor, who was of low stature, turned suddenly round, and with great good humour repeated a verse from one of his lyric poems, which produced a silent admiration of his modesty and talents. "Were I so tall to reach the pole, I "Of all the inhabitants of the Russian Empire, the Calmucks are the most distinguished by peculiarity of feature and manners. In personal appearance they are athletic and very revolting. Their hair is coarse and black; their language harsh and guttural.High, prominent, and broad cheek bones; very little eyes, widely separated from each other; a flat this eminent writer appeared in broad nose; coarse, greasy, jet black hair; scarcely any eyebrows; and enormous prominent ears, compose no very inviting countenance. “Their amusements are hunting, wrestling, archery, and horse racing. They are not addicted to drunkenness, although they hold drinking parties, continuing for half a day at a time, without intermission. Upon such occasions every one brings his share of brandy and koumiss; and the whole stock is placed upon the ground in the open air, the guests forming a circle, seated around To be continued in our next. The mind's the standard of the man." Dr. Goldsmith.-The following announcement of the death of one of the Journals of the time! 1774, April 4.-Died Dr. Oliver Goldsmith. Deserted is the Village; the Traveller hath laid him down to rest; the Good-Natured Man is no more; he Stoops but to Conquer; the Vicar hath performed his sad office; it is a mournful lesson, from which the Hermit may essay to meet the dread tyrant with more than Grecian or Roman fortitude. In the reign of George II. the see of York falling vacant, his majesty being at a loss for a fit person to appoint to the exalted situation, asked the opinion of the |