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Thine amphitheatre, where Romans sate; But lo! a Congress !(1) What! that hallow'd name

And Dante's exile shelter'd by thy gate; Which freed the Atlantic? May we hope the same

Thy good old man, whose world was all within For outworn Europe? With the sound arise

Thy wall, nor knew the country held him in :(6) Like Samuel's shade to Saul's monarchic eyes,

Would that the royal guests it girds about The prophets of young Freedom, summon'd far

Were so far like, as never to get out! From climes of Washington and Bolivar;

Ay, shout! inscribe! rear monuments of shame, Henry, the forest-born Demosthenes,

To tell Oppression that the world is tame! Whose thunder shook the Philip of the seas;(2)

Crowd to the theatre with loyal rage,
And stoic Franklin's energetic shade,

The comedy is not upon the stage;
Robed in the lightnings which his band allay'd; The show is rich in ribandry and stars,
And Washington, the tyrant-lamer, wake,

Then gaze upon it through thy dungeon bars;
To bid us blush for these old chains, or break.

Clap thy permitted palms, kind Italy, But who compose this senate of the few

For thus much still thy fetter'd hands are free! That should redeem the many? Who renew This consecrated name, till now assign'd To councils held to benefit mankind ?

Resplendent sight! Behold the coxcomb Czar,(7) Who now assemble at the holy call ?

The autocrat of waltzes and of war! The blest Alliance, which says three are all !

As eager for a plaudit as a realm, An earthly trinity! which wears the shape

And just as fit for flirting as the helm; Of beaven's, as man is mimick'd by the ape.

A Calmuck beauty with a Cossack wit, A pious unity! in purpose one

And generous spirit, when 'tis not frost-bit; To melt three fools to a Napoleon.

Now half dissolving to a liberal thaw, Wby, Egypt's gods were rational to these;

But harden'd back whene'er the morning's raw; Their dogs and oxen knew their own degrees, With no objection to true liberty, And, quiet in their kennel or their shed,

Except that it would make the nations free. Cared little. so that they were duly fed;

How well the imperial dandy prates of peace! Bat these, more hungry, must have something more, How fain, if Greeks would be his slaves, free Greece ! The power to bark and bite, to toss and gore. How nobly gave he back the Poles their Diet, Ah! how much happier were good Æsop's frogs Then told pugnacious Poland to be quiet! Thau we! for ours are animated logs,

How kindly would he send the mild Ukraine, Wita ponderous malice swaying to and fro,

With all her pleasant pulks, to lecture Spain ! And crushing nations with a stupid blow;

How royally show off in proud Madrid Al dully anxious to leave little work

His goodly person, from the South long hid! Unto the revolutionary stork.

A blessing cheaply purchased, the world knows, IX.

By having Muscovites for friends or foes. Thrice-blest Verona! since the holy three

Proceed, thou namesake of great Philip's son!
With their imperial presence shine on thee;

La Harpe, thine Aristotle, beckons on;
Honour'd by them, thy treacherous site forgets And that which Scythia was to him of yore
The raunted tomb of all the Capulets;" (3)

Find with thy Scythians on Iberia's shore.
Thy Scaligers--for what was “Dog the Great,” | Yet think upon, thou somewhat aged youth,
Can Grande,” (4) (which I venture to translate) Thy predecessor on the banks of Pruth;
To these sublimer pugs? Thy poet too,

Thou hast to aid thee, should his lot be thine,
Catullus, whose old laurels yield to new;(5)

Many an old woman, but no Catherine. (8)

Per cui la fama in te chiara risuona

Egregia, eccelsa, alma Verona,' I mean Ippolito Pindemonte, a poet who has canght a portion of that sun whose setting beams yet gild the horizon of Italy. His rural pieces, for their chaste style of colouring, their repose, and their keeping, may be said to be, in poetry, what the landscapes of Claude Lorraine are in picture." Rose.-L.E.

(6) Claudian's famous old man of Verona, " qui suburbium nunquam egressus est."--The Latin verses are beauti. fully imitated by Cowley:

The congress of the Sovereigns of Russia, Austria, Prussia, etc. etc. etc. which assembled at Verona, in the auumn of 1822-LE.

(9) Patrick Henry, of Virginia, a leading member of the Imerican Congress, died in June, 1797. Lord Byron alludes

his famous speech in 1765, in which, on saying, “ Cæsar ad bis Brutus-Charles the First had his Cromwell-and eorge the Third- ) Henry was interrupted with a shout

"Treason ! treason ! » - but coolly finished the sentence mith George the Third may profit by their example." L.E. (3) "I have been over Verona. The amphitheatre is wonder1-beats even Greece. Of the truth of Juliet's story, they sem tenacious to a degree, insisting on the fact-giving a ate (1303), and showing a tomb. It is a plain, open, and Artly-decayed sarcophagus, with withered leaves in it, in

wild and desolate conventual garden, once a cemetery, bw ruined to the very graves. The situation struck me as try appropriate to the legend, being blighted as their love. nave brought away a few pieces of the granite, to give to ny daughter and my nieces. The gothic monuments of the caliger princes pleased me, but a poor virtuoso am I.'» 1. Letters, Nov 1816.-L. E.

"Happy the man who his whole life doth bound

Within the enclosure of his little ground:
Happy the man whom the same bumble place
(The hereditary cottage of his race)
From his first rising infancy has known,
And, by degrees, sees gently bending down,
With natural propension, to that earth
Which both preserved his life and gave him birth.
Rim no false distant lights, by Fortune set,
Could ever into foolish wanderings get;
No change of consuls marks to him the year:
The change of seasons is his calendar," etc. etc.-L.

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Cane 1. Della Scala, surnamed the Great, died in 1329; was the protector of Dante, who celebrated him as “il iran Lombardo.”_L, E.

15) "Verona has been distinguished as the cradle of many llustrious men. There is one still living:

hog, as the

(7) The Emperor Alexander, who died in 1825.-L. E.

(8) The dexterity of Catherine extricated Peter (called the Great by courtesy), when surrounded by the Mussulmans on the banks of the river Pruth. (For particulars of this transaction, see Barrow's Peter the Great, p. 220.-L. E.]


Spain, too, hath rocks, and rivers, and defiles Repletion ? Ah! in thy dejected looks
The bear may rush into the lion's toils.

I read all France's treason in her cooks!
Fatal to Goths are Xeres' sunuy fields; (1)

Good classic Louis! is it, canst thou say,
Think'st thou to thee Napoleon's victor yields ? Desirable to be the “Désiré ?"
Better reclaim thy deserts, turn thy swords

Why wouldst thou leave calm Hartwell's green abode, (3)
To ploughshares, shave and wash thy Bashkir hordes, | Apician table, and Horatian ode,
Redeem thy realms from slavery and the knout, To rule a people who will not be ruled,
Than follow headlong in the fatal route,

And love much rather to be scourged than school'd! To infest the clime whose skies and laws are pure Ah! thine was not the temper or the taste With thy foul legions. Spain wants no manure: For thrones; the table sees thee better placed: Her soil is fertile, but she feeds no foe;

A mild Epicurean, form'd, at best, Her vultures, tov, were gorged not long ago;

To be a kind host and as good a guest, And wouldst thou furnish them with fresher prey ? To talk of letters, and to know by heart Alas! thou wilt not conquer, but purvey.

One half the poet's, all the gourmands art; I am Diogenes, though Russ and Hun

A scholar always, now and then a wit, Stand between mine and many a myriad's sun; And gentle when digestion may permit;But were I not Diogenes, I'd wander

But not to govern lands enslaved or free; Rather a worm than such an Alexander!

The gout was martyrdom enough for thee.
Be slaves who will, the cynic shall be free;

His tub hath tougher walls than Sinopse:
Still will he hold his lantern up to scan

Shall noble Albion pass without a phrase
The face of monarchs for an honest man.”

From a bold Briton in her wonted praise? [isles-
“ Arts-arms—and George—and glory—and that

And happy Britain—wealth and Freedom's smilesAnd what doth Gaul, the all-prolific land

White cliffs, that held invasion far aloofOf ne plus ultra ultras and their band

Contented subjects, all alike tax-proofOf mercenaries? and her noisy chambers

Proud Wellington, with eagle beak so curl'd, And tribune, which each orator first clambers That nose, the hook where he suspends the world! (C Before he finds a voice, and when 'tis found,

And Waterloo—and trade--and- (hush! not yet Hears "the lie" echo for his answer round?

A syllable of imposts or of debt)--
Our British Commons sometimes deign to “hear!” And ne'er (enough) lamented Castlereagh,
A Gallic senate hath more tongue than ear;

Whose penknife slit a goose-quill t'other dayEven Constant, their sole master of debate,

And pilots who have weather'd every storm'—(5) Must fight next day his speech to vindicate.

(But, no, not even for rhyme's sake, name Reforum But this costs little to true Franks, who had rather These are the themes thus sung so oft before, Combat than listen, were it to their father.

Methinks we need not sing them any more; What is the simple standing of a shot,

Found in so many volumes far and near, To listening long, and interrupting not?

There's no occasion you should find them here. Though this was not the method of old Rome,

Yet something may remain perchance to chime When Tully fulmined o'er each vocal dome;

With reason, and, what's stranger still, with rbyzo! Demosthenes has sanction'd the transaction,

Even this thy genius, Canning! may permit, In saying eloquence meant “ Action, action!"

Who, bred a statesman, still wast born a wit,

And never, even in that dull House, couldst tame XII.

To unleaven'd prose thine own poetic flame; But where's the monarch? bath he dined ? or yet | Our last, our best, our only orator, (6) Groans beneath indigestion's heavy debt?

Even I can praise thee-Tories do no more: Have revolutionary patés risen,

Nay, not so much ;-they hate thee, man! because And turn'd the royal entrails to a prison ?

Thy spirit less upholds them than it awes. Have discontented novements stirr'd the troops ? The hounds will gather to their huntsinan's hollo, Or have no movements follow'd traitorous soups? And where he leads the duteous pack will follow; Have Carbonaro (2) cooks not carbonadoed

But not for love mistake their yelling cry; Each course enough? or doctors dire dissuaded Their yelp for game is not a eulogy;

(1) “ Fight thousand men bad to Asturias march'd

Beneath Count Julian's banner ; the remains
Of that brave army which in Africa
So well against the Mussulman made head,
Till sense of injuries insupportable,
And raging thirst of vengeance, overthrew
Their leader's noble spirit. To revenge
His quarrel, twice that number left their bones,
Slain in unnatural battle, on the field
Of Xeres, where the sceptre from the Goths
By righteous Heaven was reft."

Southey's Roderick.--L.E.

(3) Hartwell, in Buckinghamshire-the residence of Lor XVIII. during the latter years of the Emigration.-L.E.

“Naso suspendit adunco."-Horace. The Roman applies it to one who merely was imperio to his acquaintance.

(6) “ The Pilot that weather'd the storm " is the buria of a song, in honour of Pitt, by Canning.-L. E.

“I have never beard any one who fulfilled my of an orator. Grattan would have been near it, but for i harlequin delivery. Pitt I never heard-Fox but once; theu be struck me as a debater, which to me seems as un ent from an orator as an improvvisatore or a versifier a poet. Grey is grent, but it is not cratory. Caanias sometimes very like one. Whitbread was the Demosti of bad taste and vulgar vehemence, but strong, and has Holland is impressive from sense and sincerity. Burde sweet and silvery as Belial himself, and, I think, the greata favourite in Pandemonium.” B. Diary, 1821.-L.E.

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(2) According to Botta, the Neapolitan republicans who, during the reign of King Joachim, fled to the recesses of the Abruzzi, and there formed a secret confederacy, were the first that assumed the designation, since familiar all over Italy, of “Carbonari” (colliers).-L.E.


Less faithful far than the four-footed pack,

Blood, sweat, and tear-wrung millions—why? for A dubious scent would lare the bipeds back.

[meant | Thy saddle-girths are not yet quite secure,

They roar'd, they dined, they drank, they swore they Nor royal stallion's feet extremely sure; (1)

To die for England ----why then live?– for rent! The unwieldy old white horse is apt at last

The peace has made one general malcontent
To stumble, kick, and now and then stick fast of these high-market patriots ; war was rent!
With his great self and rider in the mud :

Their love of country, millions all mis-spent,
But what of that? the animal shows blood.

How reconcile? by reconciling rent!

And will they not repay the treasures lent?

No: down with every thing, and up with rent!
Alas, the country! how shall tongue or pen

Their good, ill, health, wealth, joy, or discontent, Bewail her now uncountry gentlemen ?

Being, end, aim, religion-rent, rent, rent! The last to bid the cry of warfare cease,

Thou sold'st thy birthright, Esau! for a mess; The first to make a malady of peace.

Thou shouldst have gotten more, or eaten less; For what were all these country patriots born ? Now thou hast swill'd thy pottage, thy demands To hont, and vote, and raise the price of corn! Are idle: Israel says the bargain stands. Bat corn, like every mortal thing, must fall, Such, landlords! was your appetite for war, Kings, conquerors, and markets most of all.

And, gorged with blood, you grumble at a scar! And must ye fall with every ear of grain?

What! would they spread their earthquake even o'er Why would you trouble Bonaparte's reign?

cash? He was yoаr great Triptolemus; his vices

And when land crumbles, bid firm paper crash ? Destroy'd but realms, and still maintain'd your prices; | So rent may rise, bid bank and nation fall, He amplified to every lord's content

And found on 'Change a Fundling Hospital? The grand agrarian alchymy, hight rent.

Lo, Mother Church, while all religion writhes, Why did the tyrant stumble on the Tartars,

Like Niobe, weeps o'er her offspring, Tithes;
And lower wheat to such desponding quarters? The prelates go to-where the saints have gone,
Why did you chain him on yon isle so lone?

And proud pluralities subside to one;
le man was worth much more upon his throne. Church, state, and faction wrestle in the dark,
Inng, blood and treasure boundlessly were spilt; Toss'd by the deluge in their common ark.
Put what of that? the Gaul may bear the guilt; Shorn of her bishops, banks, and dividends,
But bread was high, the farmer paid his way, Another Babel soars—but Britain ends.
And acres told upon the appointed day.

And why? to pamper the self-seeking wants,
But where is now the goodly audit ale?

And prop the hill of these agrarian ants. be purse-proud tenant, never known to fail? “Go to these ants, thou sluggard, and be wise;" the farm which never yet was left on hand ? Admire their patience through each sacrifice, be marsh reclaim'd to most improving land? Till taught to feel the lesson of their pride, the impatient hope of the expiring lease?

The price of taxes and of homicide; doubling rental? What an evil's peace!

Admire their justice, which would fain deny e vain the prize excites the ploughman's skill, The debt of nations :-pray who made it high?

vain the Commons pass their patriot bill;
be landed interest (you may understand

de phrase much better leaving out the land) Or turn to sail between those shifting rocks,
The land self-interest groans from shore to shore, The new Symplegades- the crushing Stocks,
Per fear that plenty should attain the poor.

Where Midas might again his wish behold
PR up again, ye rents! exalt your notes,

In real paper or imagined gold. else the ministry will lose their votes,

That magic palace of Alcina shows Ind patriotism, so delicately nice,

More wealth than Britain ever had to lose, ter loaves will lower to the market price;

Were all her atoms of unleaven'd ore, for ah ! " the loaves and fishes," once so high, And all her pebbles from Pactolus' shore. tre gone-their oven closed, their ocean dry,

There Fortune plays, while Rumour holds the stake, kad nought remains of all the millions spent, And the world trembles to bid brokers break. scepting to grow moderate and content.

How rich is Britain! not indeed in mines, hey who are not so had their turn—and turn Or peace or plenty, corn or oil, or wines; About still flows from Fortune's equal urn;

No land of Canaan, full of milk and honey, Now let their virtue be its own reward,

Nor (save in paper shekels) ready money: bed share the blessings which themselves prepared. | But let us not to own the truth refuse, Se these inglorious Cincinnati swarm,

Was ever Christian land so rich in Jews ? mers of war, dictators of the farm;

Those parted with their teeth to good King John, Their ploughshare was the sword in hireling hands, And now, ye kings! they kindly draw your own; Their fields manured by gore of other lands; All states, all things, all sovereigns they control, Setle in their barns, these Sabine tillers sent

And waft a loan “from Indus to the pole." their brethren out to battle-why? for rent!

The banker-broker-haron (2)-brethren, speed lear after year they voted cent. per cent.,

To aid these bankrupt tyrants in their need.

BU) On the suicide of Lord Londonderry, in August, 1822, - Canning, who had prepared to sail for India as Gopor General, was made Secretary of State for Foreign urs,-not mach, it was alleged, to the personal satisan of George the Fourth, or of the high Tories in the

cabinet. He lived to verify some of the predictions of the poet-to abandon the foreign policy of his predecessor-to break up the Tory party by a coalition with the Wbigsand to prepare the way for Reform in Parliament.-L. E.

(2) The head of the illustrious house of Montmorency has usually been designated "le premier baron chrétien;" his

Nor these alone; Columbia feels no less
Fresh speculations follow each success;
And philanthropic Israel deigns to drain
Her mild per-centage from exhausted Spain.
Not without Abraham's seed can Russia march;
'Tis gold, not steel, that rears the conqueror's arch.
Two Jews, a chosen people, can command
In every realm their scripture-promised land:-
Two Jews keep down the Romans, and uphold
The accursed Hun, more brutal than of old :
Two Jews—but not Samaritans-direct
The world, with all the spirit of their sect.
What is the happiness of earth to them?
A congress forms their “New Jerusalem,"
Where baronies and orders both invite-
Oh, holy Abraham! dost thou see the sight?
Thy followers mingling with these royal swine,
Who spit not " on their Jewish gaberdine,"
But honour them as portion of the show-
(Where now, O pope! is thy forsaken toe?
Could it not favour Judah with some kicks?
Or has it ceased to “kick against the pricks?")
On Shylock's shore behold them stand afresh,
To cut from nations' hearts their “pound of flesh.”

Strange sight this Congress! destined to unite
All that's incongruous, all that's opposite.
I speak not of the Sovereigns—they're alike,
A common coin as ever mint could strike:
But those who sway the puppets, pull the strings,
Have more of motley than their heavy kings.
Jews, authors, generals, charlatans, combine,
While Europe wonders at the vast design;
There Metternich, power's foremost parasite,
Cajoles; there Wellington forgets to fight;
There Chateaubriand forms new books of martyrs;(1)
And subtle Greeks (2) intrigue for stupid Tartars;
There Montmorency, the sworn foe to charters, (3)
Turns a diplomatist of great éclat,
To furnish articles for the Debats ;
Of war so certain—yet not quite so sure
As his dismissal in the Moniteur.
Alas! how could his cabinet thus err?
Can peace be worth an ultra-minister ?
He falls indeed, perhaps to rise again,
“ Almost as quickly as he conqucr'd Spain." (4)

Enough of this—a sight more mournful woos
The averted eye of the reluctant Muse.
The imperial daughter, the imperial bride,
The imperial victim-sacrifice to pride;

The mother of the hero's hope, the boy, The young Astyanax of modern Troy; (5) The still pale shadow of the loftiest queen That earth has yet to see, or e'er hath seen; She Aits amidst the phantoms of the hour, The theme of pity, and the wreck of power. Oh, cruel mockery! Could not Austria spare | A daughter? What did France's widow there? Her fitter place was by St. Helen's wave, Her only throne is in Napoleoa's grave. But, no,-she still must hold a petty reign, Flank'd by her formidable chamberlain; The martial Argus, whose not hundred eyes Must watch her through these paltry pageantries. O What though she sbare no more, and shared in rain, A sway surpassing that of Charlemagne, Which swept from Moscow to the southern seas! Yet still she rules the pastoral realm of cheese, Where Parma views the traveller resort To note the trappings of her mimic court. But she appears! Verona sees her shorn Of all her beams-while nations gaze and mouriEre yet her husband's ashes have had time To chill in their inhospitable clime, (If e'er those awful ashes can grow cold ;But no,- their embers soon will burst the moald;) She comes!-the Andromache (but not Racine's Nor Homer's, Lo! on Pyrrhus' arm she leans! Yes! the right arm, yet red from Waterloo, Which cut her lord's half-shatter'd sceptre througt. Is offer'd and accepted! Could a slave Do more? or less ?-and he in his new grare! Her eye, her cheek, betray no inward strise, And the ex-empress grows as ex a wise! So much for human ties in royal breasts! Why spare men's feclings, when their own are

XVIJI. But, tired of foreign follies, I turn home, And sketch the group—the picture's yet to come. My Muse 'gan weep, but, ere a tear was spilt, She caught Sir William Curtis in a kilt! While throng'd the chiefs of every Highland clan To hail their brother, Vich lan Alderman! Guildhall grows Gael, and echoes with Erse roar, While all the Common Council cry · Claymore! To see proud Albyn's tartans as a belt Gird the gross sirloin of a city Celt, (7) She burst into a laughter so extreme, That I awoke-and lo! it was no dream! Here, reader, will we pause :-if there's no harm in This first-you'll have, perhaps, a second "Carmen

"And he whose lightning pierced the Iberian lines, ancestor having, it is supposed, been the first noble convert

Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines, to Christianity in France. Lord Byron perhaps alludes to

Or tames the genius of the stubborn plain, the well-known joke of Talleyrand, who, meeting the Duke

Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain." -LE. of Montmorency at the same party with M. Rothschild, soon (6) Napoleon Francois Charles Joseph, Duke of Reichstadt after the latter had been ennobled by the Emperor of Austria, I died at the palace of Schænbrunn, July 22, 1832, having is said to have begged leave to present M. le premier baron attained his twenty-first year.-L.E. juif to M. le premier baron chrétien.-L.E.

(6) Count Neipperg, chamberlain and second husband (1) Monsieur de Chateaubriand, who has not forgotten the | Maria-Louisa, had but one eye. The count died in love author in the minister, received a handsome compliment at -LE Verona from a literary sovereigo : "Ah! Monsieur C., are you (7) George the Fourth is said to have been somewhat a related to that Chateaubriand who--who-who has written noyed, on entering the levee-room at Holyrood (Aug. 1 something ?(écrit quelque chose :) It is said that the au. in full Stuart tartan, to see only one figure similar thor of Atala repented him for a moment of his legitimacy. (and of similar bulk-that of Sir William Curtis. The aty

(2) Count Capo d'Istrias-afterwards President of Greece. knight had every thing complete--even the knife staca The count was murdered, in September, 1831, by the brother the garter. He asked the King, if he did not think and son of a Mainote chief whom he bad imprisoned.-L.E. well dressed. “Yes!” replied his Majesty, "only you bast (3) The duke de Montmorenci. Laval.-L.E.

no spoon in your hose.” The devourer of turtle had a su (4) From Pope's versos on Lord Peterborough :

engraving executed of himself in his Celtic attire.-L.E



The Island;(1)




Tak foundation of the following story will be found pertly in Lieutenant Bligh's Narrative of the Mutiny and Seizure of the Bounty, in the South Seas, in 1789; and partly in Mariner's Account of the Tonga lelands.(3) Grson, 1923.



Tee morning watch was come; the vessel lay
Her course, and gently made her liquid way;
The cloren billow flash'd from off her prow
h furrows form'd by that majestic plough;
The waters with their world were all before;
Behind the South Sea's many an islet shore.
The quiet night, now dappling, 'gan to wane,
Dividing darkness from the dawning main;
The dolphins, not unconscious of the day,
šsam high, as eager of the coming ray;
the stars from broader beams began to creep,
\nd lift their shining eyelids from the deep;
he sail resamed its lately shadow'd white,
and the wind flutter'd with a freshening flight;
he purpling ocean owns the coming san,
lut ere he break-a deed is to be done.

His name was added to the glorious roll
Of those who search the storm-surrounded Pole.
The worst was over, and the rest seem'd sure, (4)
And why should not his slumber be secure ?
Alas! bis deck was trod by unwilling feet,
And wilder hands would hold the vessel's sheet;
Young hearts, which languish'd for some sunny isle,
Where summer years and summer women smile;
Men without country, who, too long estranged,
Had found no native home, or found it changed,
And, half uncivilised, preferr'd the cave
Of some soft savage to the uncertain wave-
The gushing fruits that nature gave untillid;
The wood without a path but where they willd;
The field o'er which promiscuous Plenty pour'd
Her born; the equal land without a lord;
The wish-which ages have not yet subdued
In man- to have po master save his mood; (5)
The earth, whose mine was on its face, unsold,
The glowing sun and produce all its gold;
The freedom which can call each grot a home;
The general garden, where all steps may roam,
Where Nature owns a nation as her child,
Exulting in the enjoyment of the wild;
Their shells, their fruits, the only wealth they know,
Their unexploring navy, the canoe;
Their sport, the dashing breakers and the chase;
Their strangest sight, a European face:-
Such was the country which these strangers yearn'd
To see again; a sight they dearly earn'd.

Awake, bold Bligh! the foe is at the gate!
Awake! awake! - Alas! it is too late !
Fiercely beside thy cot the mutineer
Stands, and proclaims the reign of rage and fear.
Thy limbs are bound, the bayonet at thy breast;
The hands, which trembled at thy voice, arrest;

II. be gallant chief within liis cabin slept, ecure in those by whom the watch was kept: lis dreams were of Old England's welcome shore, 1 toils rewarded, and of dangers o'er;

(!) The Island was written at Genoa early in the year tain Heywood, R.N., have lately been collected and arranged 23, and published in the Jane following.-L.E.

by Mr. Barrow, in a little volume, to which the reader of 12) "We are taught by The Book of sacred history, that this poem is referred, and from which every young officer ** disobedience of our first parents entailed on our globe of the navy may derive valuable instruction.-L. E.

earth a sinful and a suffering race. In our time there (4) "A few hours before, my situation had been pecuas sprung up from the most abandoned of this sinful family | liarly flattering: I had a ship in the most perfect order, from pirates, matineers, and murderers- a little society, stored with every necessary, both for health and service ; Dich, under the precepts of that sacred volume, is cha the object of the voyage was attained, and two thirds of it Icterised by religion, morality, and innocence. The dis now completed. The remaining part had every prospect of Hery of this happy people, as unexpected as it was acci. success."-Bligh. ental, and all that regards their condition and history,

(5) « The women of Ota heite are handsome, mild, and Intake so much of the romantic, as to render the story not

cheerful in manners and conversation, possessed of great adapted for an epic poem. Lord Byron, indeed, has sensibility, and bave sufficient delicacy to make them be adPially treated the subject; but, by blending two incon. mired and beloved. The chiefs were so much attached to mous stories, and leaving both of them imperfect, and by our people, that they rather encouraged their stay among ting up fact with fiction, has been less felicitous than them than otherwise, and even made them promises of large mal; for, beautiful as many passages in his Island are, possessions. Under these and many other concomitant cir. 3 region where every tree, and flower, and fountain, cumstances, it ought hardly to be the subject of surprise atae poetry, yet, as a whole, the poem is deficient in that a set of sailors, most of them void of connections, amatic effect." Barrow.-L. E

should be led away, where they had the power of fixing (3) The hitherto scattered materials of the Eventful themselves, in the midst of plenty, in one of the finest story of the Mutiny and Piratical Seizure of the Bounty, islands in the world, where there was no necessity to labour, ith many important and most interesting additions, from and where the allurements of dissipation are beyond any e records of the Admiralty, and the family papers of Cap conception that can be formed of it.*--Bligh.

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