this production, would argue in us both a want of taste and of common sense, but we must dissent from the wretched morality which, like the plague of leprosy, infects every part. If its sentiments could find as ready an entrance into the heart, as its sublime conceptions engage the imagination, it would at once destroy the fairest hopes of man, and involve him in perpetual gloom.

Several other publications followed each other in quick succession, and were rewarded with unequivocal marks of public favor. Lord Byron appears to have regarded Mr. Dallas with peculiar favor, and to him he presented the copyright of the "Corsair." In a sketch like this, however, it is impossible to do more than just notice the event of the poet's eventful life. He had at one time a serious intention of selling Newstead Abbey, but this project was finally relinquished, though at a most serious pecuniary sacrifice.

Lord Byron was married on January 3, 1815, to the only daughter of Sir Ralph Milbank Neal. The marriage was celebrated at Seham, in the county of Durham; but the union was by no means felicitous. It however produced one daughter, who was called Ada, and for whom his lordship always expressed the most devoted affection.

A few days after the birth of

this infant, the noble parents parted, never to meet again.

The reason of this separation was never known, and we forbear to hazard a guess on the subject. No doubt, that to some considerable extent, his lordship was in fault; and his subsequent life furnishes a fearful evidence of the destructive influence of infidel principles upon a mind naturally of the highest order. We shall pass over, as briefly as possible, the remainder of a life, which is scarcely a record of any thing but of literary labor, mingled with the almost utter abandonment of moral principle. Byron, after his separation from his lady, left this country, and visited France, Belgium, the north of Italy, and Rome, and, according to the testimony of several of his most intimate friends, devoted his life to the most unworthy pursuits.

The last scene of his life was in Greece, to aid the new-born independence, of which he hastened with all the enthusiasm of a lover, and in the service of this beloved land of his adoption he terminated his existence, at Missolonghi, March 18, 1824. His death caused a deep gloom to be thrown over the Easter solemnities, and a solemn service was performed for the repose of his soul, in all the Greek churches.

According to his request, the body of Lord Byron

was embalmed and carried to England, where it arrived in safety, and was deposited in the family burying place, in the parish church of Hucknall.

"Such" in the words of an eloquent writer "was this modern Tyrtæus-the lame poet who faught so bravely, and wrote so eloquently, in behalf of the oppressed. His life had been too often reckless and culpable, and his poetry had too often adorned the cause of error and sensuality. But his confirmed manhood was calming the wildness of youth, and reflection was establishing within his heart a purer faith and better principles; and although he did not live to illustrate them, it was only because he sacrificed life itself in the cause of humanity. And what repentance could be more sincere ; what reparatiou more complete?"

THE GIAOUR:

A FRAGMENT OF A TURKISH TALE.

"One fatal remembrance-one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woesTo which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring, For which joy hath no balm-and affliction no sting." MOORE.