Sidor som bilder

Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel

And all their renovated fragance flung, He narsed the pinion which impellid the steel; To grace the beauties of your native tongue; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest Now let those minds, that nobly could transfuse Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.(1) The glorious spirit of the Grecian muse,'

Though soft the echo, scorn a borrow'd tone:(7) There be, wbo say, in these enlighten'd days, Resign Achaia's lyre, and strike your own. That splendid lies are all the poet's praise; That strain'd invention, ever on the wing,

Let these, or such as these, with just applause, Alone impels the modern bard to sing:

Restore the muse's violated laws; 'Tis true, that all who rhyme-day, all who write, But not in flimsy Darwin's pompous chime, Shrink from that fatal word to genius-trite;

That mighty master of unmeaning rhyme,
Yet Truth sometimes will lend her noblest fires, Whose gilded cymbals, more adorn'd than clear,
And decorate the verse herself inspires :

The eye delighted, but fatigued the ear;
This fact in Virtue's name let Crabbe (2) attest; In show the simple lyre could once surpass,
Though nature's sternest painter, yet the best.(3) But now, worn down, appear in native brass;

While all his train of hovering sylphs around
And here let Shee(4) and Genius find a place, Evaporate in similes and sound :
Whose pen and pencil yield an equal grace; Him let them shun, with him let tinsel die: -
To guide whose hand the sister arts combine, False glare attracts, but more offends, the eye. (8)
And trace the poet's or the painter's line;
Whose magic touch can bid the canvass glow,

Yet let them not to vulgar Wordsworth stoop, Or pear the easy rhyme's harmonious flow;

The meanest object of the lowly group, While honours, doubly merited, attend

Whose verse, of all but childish prattle void, The poet's rival, but the painter's friend.

Seems blessed harmony to Lamb and Lloyd :(9)

Let them--but hold! my muse, nor dare to teach Blest is the man who dares approach the bower A strain far, far beyond thy humble reach : Where dwelt the muses at their natal hour;

The native genius with their being given | Whose steps have press'd, whose eye has mark'd afar, Will point the path, and peal their notes to heaven. The clime that nursed the sons of song and war, The scenes which Glory still must hover o'er,

And thou, too, Scott!(10) resign to minstrels Her place of birth, her own Achaian shore.

rude Bat doubly blest is be whose heart expands

The wilder slogan of a border feud:
With hallow'd feelings for those classic lands; Let others spin their meagre lines for hire;
Who rends the veil of ages long gone by,

Enough for genius if itself inspire! | And views their rempants with a poet's eye!

Let Southey sing, although his teeming muse, Wright! (5) 'twas thy happy lot at once to view Prolific every spring, be too profuse; Those shores of glory, and to sing them too; Let simple Wordsworth (11) chime his childish verse, And sure no common muse inspired thy pen

And brother Coleridge lull the babe at nurse; To hail the land of gods and godlike men.

Let spectre-mongering Lewis aim, at most,

To rouse the galleries, or to raise a ghost; And you, associate bards !(6) who snatch'd to light | Let Moor be lewd; let Strangford steal from Moore, Those gems too long withheld from modern sight; And swear that Camoëns sang such notes of yore; Whose mingling taste combined to cull the wreath Let Hayley hobble on, Montgomery rave, Where Attic flowers Aonian odours breathe,

And godly Grahame chant a stupid stave;

(1) Mr. Southey's delightful Life of Kirke IVhite is in every late Rev. Robert Bland published, in conjunction with Mr. one's bands.-LE.

Merivale, Collections from the Greek Anthology. He also (2) "I consider Crabbe and Coleridge as the first of these wrote Eduy and Elgiva, the Four Slaves of Cythera, etc. times, in point of power and genius." B. 1816.-L. E. In 1814, Mr. Merivale published Orlando in Roncevalles, (3) This eminent poet and excellent man died at his

and in the following year, An Ode on the Delivery of Europe.

He is now one of the Commissioners of the new Bankruptcy rectory of Trowbridge, in February, 1832, aged seventyeight. With the exception of the venerable Lord Stowell,

Court.--L.E.] he was the last surviving celebrated man mentioned by

(7) These lines originally ran thos:Boswell in connection with Johnson, who revised his poem

Translation's servile work at length disown, af the village. His other works are the Library, the

And quit Achaia's muse to court your own."-P. E. Nauspaper, the Borough, a collection of Poems, which Charles Fox read in manuscript on his death-bed; Tales, ) The neglect of the Botanic Garden is some proof ad, lastly. Tales of the Hall.-L.E.

of returning taste. The scenery is its sole recommenda(6) Mr. Shee, author of Rhymes on Art, and Elements of

tion. Art Now (1834) Sir Martin Archer Shee, and President (9) Messrs. Lamb and Lloyd, the most ignoble followers of the Royal Academy.-L. E.)

of Sonthey and Co.-[in 1798, Charles Lamb and Charles (6) Walter Rodwell Wright, late consul-general for the

Lloyd published in conjunction a volume, entitled, Poems in Seren Islands, is author of a very beautiful poem, just pub

Blank Verse. Mr. Lamb is also the author of John IV'oodBebed: it is entitled Horæ lonica, and is descriptive of the

ville, Tales from Shakspeare, the Essays of Elia, etc.; and isles and the adjacent coast of Greece.- To the third

| Mr. Lloyd has since published Edward Oliver, a novel, edition, which came ont in 1816, was added an excellent

Nuge Canore, and a translation of Alfieri's Tragedies.transdation of the Oreste of Alfieri. After his return to

L. E.) Eogiand, Mr. Wright was chosen Recorder of Bury St. (10) By the bye, I hope that in Mr. Scott's next poem, his Fraunds.-L. E.)

hero or heroine will be less addicted to “Gramarye," and The translators of the Anthology, Bland and Merivale. more to Grammar, than the Lady of the Lay and her bravo, bave since published separate poems, which evince genius

William of Deloraine. that caly requires opportunity to attain eminence. The (11) "Unjust.” B. 1816.-L. E.

Let sonneteering Bowles his strains refine,
And whine and whimper to the fourteenth line;
Let Stott, Carlisle, (1) Matilda, and the rest
Of Grub-street, and of Grosvenor-place the best,
Scrawl on, till death release us from the strain,
Or Common Sense assert her rights again.
But thou, with powers that mock the aid of praise,
Shouldst leave to humbler bards ignoble lays:
Thy country's voice, the voice of all the nine,
Demand a hallow'd harp—that harp is thine.
Say! will not Caledonia's annals yield
The glorious record of some nobler field
Than the vile foray of a plundering clan,
Whose proudest deeds disgrace the name of man?
Or Marmion's acts of darkness, fitter food
For Sherwood's outlaw tales of Robin Hood ?
Scotland! still proudly claim thy native bard,
And be thy praise his first, his best reward!
Yet not with thee alone his name should live,
But own the vast renown a world can give;
Be known, perchance, when Albion is no more,
And tell the tale of what she was before;
To future times her faded fame recall,
And save her glory, though his country fall.

E'en now, what once-loved minstrels scarce may claim
The transient mention of a dubious name!
When fame's loud trump hath blown its noblest blast,
Though long the sound, the echo sleeps at last;
And glory, like the phenix (2) 'midst her fires,
Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.

Shall hoary Granta call her sable sons,
Expert in science, more expert at puns ?
Shall these approach the muse? ah, no! she flies,
Even from the tempting ore of Seaton's prize;
Though printers condescend the press to soil
With rhyme(3)by Hoare,(4)and epic blank by Hoyle:(5)
Not him whose page, if still upheld by whist,
Requires no sacred theme to bid us list. (6)
Ye! who in Granta's honours would surpass,
Must mount her Pegasus, a full-grown ass;
A foal well worthy of her ancient dam,
Whose Helicon is duller than her Cam. (7)

There Clarke, still striving piteously « to please, Forgetting doggrel leads not to degrees, | A would-be satirist, a hired buffoon,

A monthly scribbler of some low lampoon, (8)
Condemn’d to drudge, the meanest of the mean,
And furbish falsehoods for a magazine,
Devotes to scandal his congenial mind,
Himself a living libel on mankind. (9)
Oh! dark asylum of a Vandal race!(10)
At once the boast of learning, and disgrace!
So lost to Phæbus, that nor Hodgson's(11) verse (12
Can make thee better, nor poor Hewson's(13) worse.

Yet what avails the sanguine poet's hope, To conquer ages, and with time to cope ? New eras spread their wings, new nations rise, And other victors fill the applauding skies; A few brief generations fleet along, Whose sons forget the poet and his song:

"lucus a non poem de

ue pleasantry

(1) It may be asked, why I have censured the Earl of Carlisle, my guardian and relative, to whom I dedicated a volume of puerile poems a few years ago ?- The guardian. ship was nominal, at least as far as I have been able to discover; the relationship I cannot help, and am very sorry for it; but as his lordship seemed to forget it on a very es. sential occasion to me, I shall not burthen my memory with the recollection. I do not think that personal differences sanction the unjust condemnation of a brother scribbler; but I see no reason why they should act as a preventive, when the author, noble or ignoble, has, for a series of years, beguiled a “discerning public" (as the advertisements have it) with divers reams of most orthodox imperial nonsense, Besides, I do not step aside to vituperate the earl: no-his works come fairly in review with those of other patrician literati. If, before I escaped from my teens, I said any thing in favour of his lordship's paper books, it was in the way of dutiful dedication, and more from the advice of others than my own judgment, and I seize the first opportunity of pronouncing my sincere recantation. I have heard that some persons conceive me to be under obligations to Lord Carlisle: if so, I shall be most particularly happy to learn what they are, and when conferred, that they may be duly appreciated and publicly acknowledged. What I have humbly advanced as an opinion on his printed things, I am prepared to support, if necessary, hy quotations from ele. gies, eulogies, odes, episodes, and certain facetious and dainty tragedies bearing his name and mark:

“What can ennoble knaves, or fools, or cowards ?

Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards." So says Pope. Amen.-[“Much too savage, whatever the foundation might be.” B. 1816.-L.E.

(2) “The devil take that pbanix! How came it there? B. 1816.-L. E. (3) This line was originally,

“With odes by Smith and epic sorgs by Woyle." or the injustice of this attack, the poet, on the brink of publication, repented, at least as far as regarded one of the intended victims. Moore.-P. E.

(4) The Rev. Charles James Hoare published, in 1808, the Shiporeck of St. Paul, a Seatonian prize poem.-L.E.

(5) The Rev. Charles Hoyle, author of Exodus, an epic in thirteen books, and several other Seatonian prize poems.--L.B.

(6) The Games of Hoyle, well known to the votaries of

whist, chess, etc., are not to be superseded by the vagaries of his poetical namesake, whose poem comprised, as expressly stated in the advertisement, all the “plagues of Egypt."

(7) This line is a versification of a thought of Byron's. expressed in a letter to Mr. Dallas, in which, speaking of the University of Cambridge, he says:-“The intellects of her children are as stagnant as her Cam.” It was na doubt, as Moore observes, under the influence of a similar feeling that Milton gave vent to the exclamation, that Cambridge was “a place quite incompatible with the votaries of Phæbus." The poet Dryden too, who, like Milton, had incurred some mark of disgrace at Cambridge, seems to have entertained but little more veneration for his Alma Mater.-P.E.

(8) "Right cnough: this was well deserved, and well laid on." B. 1816.-L. E.

This person, who has lately betrayed the most rabid symptoms of confirmed authorship, is writer of a poem de nominated the Art of Pleasing, as “lacus a non lucendo." containing little pleasantry and less poetry. He also act as monthly stipendiary and collector of calumnies for the Satirist. If this unfortunate young inan would exchange the inagazines for the mathematics, and endeavour to take a decent degree in his university, it might eventually prov more serviceable than his present salary.- (Mr. Hewson Clark was also the author of The Saunterer, and a History of the Campaign in Russia.-L. E.)

(10) “Into Cambridgeshire the Emperor Probus transporte a considerable body of Vandals.”—Gibbon's Decline and Fall vol. ii. p. 83. There is no reason to doubt the truth o this assertion; the breed is still in high perfection.

(II) This gentleman's name requires no praise : the mai who in translation displays unquestionable genius may b well expected to excel in original composition, of which it i to be hoped we shall soon see a splendid specimen.-(Beside a translation of Juvenal, Mr. Hodgson has published Lad Jane Grey, Sir Edgar, and The Friends, a poem in fog books. He also translated, in conjunction with Dr. Butler Lucien Bonaparte's nnreadable epic of Charlemagne.-LE.) (12) In the original manuscript we read :

* So sunk in dullness, and so lost in shame,

That Smythe and Hodgson scarce rodeem thy famo." Moore.-P.E.

(13) Hewson Clarke, esq. as it is written.

: But wher fair Isis rolls her purer wave,

The partial muse delighted loves to lave;
On her green banks a greener wreath she wove,
To crown the bards that haunt her classic grove
Where Richards wakes a genuine poet's fires,
And modern Britons glory in their sires. (1)

While Canning's colleagues hate him for his

wit, And old dame Portland (4) fills the place of Pitt.

For me, who, thus unask'd, have dared to tell
My country what her sons should know too well,
Zeal for her honour bade me here engage
The host of idiots that infest her age;
No just applause her honour'd name shall lose,
As first in freedom, dearest to the muse.
Oh! would thy bards but emulate thy fame,
And rise more worthy, Albion, of thy name!
What Athens was in science, Rome in power,
What Tyre appears in her meridian hour,
Tis thine at once, fair Albion! to have been-
Earth's chief dictatress, ocean's lovely queen : (2)
Bat Rome decay'd, and Athens strew'd the plain,
And Tyre's proud piers lie shatter'd in the main;
Like these, thy strength may sink, in ruin hurld,
And Britain fall, the bulwark of the world.
Bat let me cease, and dread Cassandra's fate,
With warning ever scoff’d at, till too late;
To themes less lofty still my lay confine,
And urge thy bards to gain a name like thine. (3)

Then, hapless Britain! be thy rulers blest,
The senate's oracles, the people's jest!
Still hear thy motley orators dispense
The flowers of rhetoric, though not of sense,

Yet once again, adieu! ere this the sail
That wasts me hence is shivering in the gale;
And Afric's coast and Calpe's adverse height,
And Stamboul's minarets must greet my sight:
Thence shall I stray through beauty's native clime, (5)
Where Kaff(6) is clad in rocks, and crown’d with

snows sublime.
But should I back return, no tempting press (7)
Shall drag my journal from the desk's recess :
Let coxcombs, printing as they come from far,
Snatch his own wreath of ridicule from Carr;(8)
Let Aberdeen and Elgin (9) still pursue
The shade of fame through regions of virtù ;
Waste useless thousands on their Phidian freaks,
Misshapen monuments and maim'd antiques;
And make their grand saloons a general mart
For all the mutilated blocks of art:
Of Dardan tours let dilettanti tell,
I leave topography to rapid (10) Gell;(11)
And, quite content, no more shall interpose
To stun the public ear—at least with prose. (12)

Thus far I've held my undisturb'd career, Prepared for rancour, steeld 'gainst selfish fear: This thing of rhyme I ne'er disdain'd to own-Though not obtrusive, yet not quite unknown: My voice was heard again, though not so loud, My page, though nameless, never disavow'd;

The Aboriginal Britons, an excellent poem, by Rich (10) The original epithet was “classic.” Lord Byron altered ardo. (The Rev. George Richards, D.D. has also sent from I it in the fifth edition, and added this note-“Rapid, inthe press Songs of the Aboriginal Bards of Britain, Modern deed! He topographised and typographized King Priam's France, two volumes of Miscellaneous Poems, and Bampton dominions in three days! I called him "classic' before I Lectures - On the divine Origin of Prophecy.” This gentle

saw the Troad, but since bave learned better than to tack man is now Rector of St. Martin's in the Fields.-L. E.) to his name what don't belong to it."-LE.

(9) « Lorely queen." The epithet was altered from lonely. (IT) Mr. Gell's Topography of Troy and Ithaca cannot fail Dallas.-P.E

to ensure the approbation of every man possessed of clas. (3) With this verse the satire originally ended.-L. E.

sical taste, as well for the information Mr. Gell conveys to 1) A friend of mine being asked, why his Grace of Port

the mind of the reader, as for the ability and research the land was likened to an old woman? replied, “he supposed

respective works display.-{"Since seeing the plain of Troy, it was because he was past hearing."-His Grace is now

my opinions are somewhat changed as to the above note. gathered to his grandmothers, wbere he sleeps as sound as

Gell's survey was basty and superficial.” B. 1816.--LE.] ever; but even his sleep was better than his colleagues' Shortly after his return from Greece, in 1811, Lord Byron waling. 1811.

wrote a review of Mr. (now Sir William) Gell's works for (5) Georgia (6) Mount Caucasus.

the Monthly Review. În bis Diary of 1821 there is this (7) These four lines originally stood :

passage:-“In reading, I have just chanced upon an ex

pression of Tom Campbell's: -speaking of Collins, he says Bat should I back return, no letter'd sage

that no reader cares any more about the characteristic Shall drag my common-place book on the stage. Let vain Valentia rival luckless Carr. +

manners of his eclogues than about the authenticity of the Aad equal him whose work be sought to mar."-L. E. tale of Troy.' "Tis false-we do care about the authen.

ticity of the tale of Troy. I have stood upon that plain, (8) In a letter, written from Gibraltar to his friend Hodg.

daily for more than a month, in 1810; and if any thing disoa, Lord Byron says,-“I have seen Sir John Carr at Seville and Cadiz, and, like Swift's barber, have been down on my

minished my pleasure, it was that the blackguard Bryant

had impugned its veracity. It is true, I read Homer Tra. Laces to beg he would not put me into black and white."

restied, because Hobhouse and others bored me with their

learned localities, and I love quizzing. But I still venerated (9) Lord Elgin would fain persuade us that all the figures, the grand original as the truth of history (in the material with and without noses, in his stone-shop, are the work of facts) and of place. Otherwise it would have given me no Phidias! - Credat Judæus!”

delight. Who will persuade me, when I reclined upon a • Lord Valentaa (whose tremendous travels are forthcoming, with

mighty tomb, that it did not contain a hero?- its very for decorations, graphical, topographical, and typographical) deposed,

magnitude proved this. Men do not labour over the igno. on Sir John Carr's unlucky suit, that Mr. Dubois' satire prevented

ble and petty dead:and why should not the dead be his purchase of the Stranger in Ireland. -Oh, fe, my lord! bas your Homer's dead?»—L.E. lordship no more feeling for a fellow-tourist ?--but two of a trade," they say, etc.

(12) Lord Byron set out on his travels with the determin. + From the many tours he made, Sir John was called "The Jaunt

ation to keep no journal. In a letter to his friend Henry ing Carr." Awicked wit having severely lashed bim in a publication

Drury, when on the point of sailing, he pleasantly says, called My Pocket Book; or Hlints for a Rycht Merrie and Conceited “Hobhouse has made woundy preparations for a book on Taur, be brought an action of darnages against the publisher; but his return :-one hundred pens, two gallons of japan ink, as be work contained only what the court deemed legitimate criti

and several volumes of best blank, is no bad provision for a cism, the knight was nonsnited. (Edward Dubois, Esq., the author of the plrasant satire, bas also published The Wreath, consisting

discerning public. I have laid down my pen, but have translations from Sappho, Bion and Moschus, Old Nick, a satirical

promised to contribute a chapter on the state of morals, etc. Hory, and an edition of the Decameron of Boccaccio.-L. E.]

etc."-L. E.

And now at once I tear the veil away:

phagus, Jeffrey; but what else was to be done with Chcer on the pack! the quarry stands at bay, him and his dirty pack, who feed by “ lying and slan. Unscared by all the din of Melbourne-house, (1) dering,” and slake their thirst by “evil speaking ?” | By Lambe's resentment, or by Holland's spouse, have adduced facts already well known, and of Jeffrey By Jeffrey's harmless pistol, Hallam's rage,

mind I have stated my free opinion, nor has be thence Edina's brawny sons and brimstone page.

sustained any injury ;-what scavenger was ever soiled Our men in buck ram shall have blows enough, by being pelted with mud? It may be said, that ) And feel they too are " penetrable stuff:”

quit England because I have censured there “persons And though I hope not hence unscathed to go, of honour and wit about town;" but I am coming Who conquers me shall find a stubborn foe.

back again, and their vengeance will keep hot till my The time bath been, when no harsh sound would fall | return. Those who know me can testify that my mo From lips that now may seem imbued with gall; (2) tives for leaving England are very different from fears, Nor fools nor follies tempt me to despise

literary or persoual: those who do not may one day be The meanest thing that crawld beneath my eyes: convinced. Since the publication of this thing, my But now, so callous grown, so changed since youth, name bas not been concealed; I have been mostly in I've learn'd to think, and sternly speak the trath; London, ready to answer for my transgressions, and Learn’d to deride the critic's starch decree,

in daily expectation of sundry cartels; but, alas! " the And break him on the wheel he meant for me; age of chivalry is over," or, in the vulgar tongue, there To spurn the rod a scribbler bids me kiss,

is no spirit now-a-days. | Nor care if courts and crowds applaud or hiss:

There is a youth ycleped Hewson Clarke (subaudi Nay, more, though all my rival rbymesters frown, esquire), a sizer of Emanuel College, and, I believe, I too can hunt a poetaster down;

a denizen of Berwick-upou-Tweed, whom I have inAnd, arm'd in proof, the gauntlet cast at once troduced in these pages to much better company than To Scotch marauder, and to southern dunce.

he has been accustomed to meet; he is, notwithstandThus much I've dared; if my incondite lay

ing, a very sad dog, and for no reason that I can disHath wrong'd these righteous times, let others say: cover, except a personal quarrel with a bear, kept by This, let the world, which knows not how to spare, me at Cambridge to sit for a fellowship, and whom Yet rarely blames unjustly, now declare. (3)

the jealousy of his Trinity contemporaries prevented from success, has been abusing me, and, what is worse, the defenceless innocent above mentioned, in The Sa

tirist, for one year and some months. I am utterly POSTSCRIPT

unconscious of having given him any provocation ; inTO THE SECOND EDITION.

deed, I am guiltless of having heard his name till coupled with The Satirist. He has therefore no reason to

complain, and I dare say that, like Sir Fretful Plagiary, I have been informed, since the present edition

he is rather pleased than otherwise. I have now menwent to the press, that my trusty and well-beloved

tioned all who have done me the honour to potice me cousins, the Edinburgh Reviewers, are preparing a

and mine, that is, my bear and my book, except the most vehement critique on my poor, gentle, unresisting,

editor of The Satirist, who, it seems, is a gentleman Muse, whom they have already so be-deviled with

-God wot! I wish he could impart a little of his their ungodly ribaldry:

gentility to his subordinate scribblers. I hear that

Mr. Jerningham is about to take up the cudgels for “Tantæne animis cælestibus iræ !”

his Mæcenas, Lord Carlisle. I hope not: he was one I suppose I must say of Jeffrey as Sir Andrew Ague

of the few who, in the very short intercourse I had cheek saith, "an I had known he was so cunning of

with him, treated me with kindness when a boy; and fence, I had seen him damned ere I had fought him.”

whatever he may say or do, “pour on, I will endure." What a pity it is that I shall be beyond the Bosphorus

I have nothing further to add, save a general note of before the next number has passed the Tweed! But

thanksgiving to readers, purchasers, and publishers, I yet hope to light my pipe with it in Persia.

and, in the words of Scott, I wish My northern friends have accused me, with justice,

“ To all and each a fair good night, of personality towards their great literary anthropo

And rosy dreams and slumbers light."

(1) “Singular enough, and din enough, God knows." B. (3) “The greater part of this satire I most sincerely wish 1816.-L.E.

had never been written-not only on account of the injust. (2) In this passage, hastily thrown oft as it is, “we find," ice of much of the critical, and some of the personal part of says Moore, “the strongest trace of that wounded fecling, it_but the tone and temper are such as I cannot approve. which bleeds, as it were, through all his subsequent writ. | BYRON. July 14, 1816. Diodati, Geneva."-LE. ings."--L. E.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage ;


L'univers est une espèce de livre, dont on n'a lu que la première page quand on n'a vu que son pays.

J'en ai feuilleté un assez grand nombre, que j'ai trouvées également mauvaises. Cet examen ne m'a
point ete infructueux. Je haissais ma patrie. Toutes les impertinences des peuples divers, parmi les.
quels j'ai vécu, m'ont reconcilié avec elle. Quand je n'aurais tiré d'autre bencfice de mes voyages
que celui-là, je n'en regretterais ni les frais ni les fatigucs, - Le Cosmopolite. (2)


Spain and Portugal were composed from the author's TO THE FIRST AND SECOND CANTOS.

observations in those countries. Thus much it may be necessary to state for the correctness of the de

scriptions. The scenes attempted to be sketched are Tsz following poem was written, for the most part, | in Spain, Portugal, Epirus, Acarnania, and Greece. amidst the scenes which it attempts to describe. It There, for the present, the poem stops : its reception was begun in Albania; and the parts relative to will determine whether the author may venture to

1) This noble composition was begun in 1809, and ended had driven him from his native land, were yet green, and in ISIS. Commenced perbaps before the Author's powers bleeding at the touch. This Canto was published by itself, had reached their utmost development, the work was always, in August, 1816; and, notwithstanding at once the prover. at whatever intervals, some of them considerable,-taken | bial hazard of continuations, and the obloquy which envious up by him as one which he desired and designed to render exaggeration had at the time attached to Lord Byron's naine, complete in itsell; the realization of a plan and conception was all but universally admitted to have more than suspotirely novel and peculiar,-that of presenting, in a continu. tained the elevation of the original flight of Childe Harold. ons stream of verse, the essence of the thoughts and feel. A just and generous article, by Sir Walter Scott, in the ings elicited from his individual mind, during a succession 1 Quarterly Review, not only silenced the few cavillers who of years, and at different stages, consequently, of his intel had ventured to challenge the inspiration of this magnifi. lectual and moral being, by the contemplation of those cent Canto, but had a more powerful influence than Lord chosen scenes of external nature, whether in themselves Byron, gratefully as he acknowledged it, seems to have extraordisarils beautiful or sublime, or raised to immortal been aware of, in rebuking the harsh prejudices which had interest by the transactions which they had witnessed, and unfortunately gathered about some essential points of his de personages with whose names they had come to be in. personal character. extricably interwoven, which it had been his own fortune The fourth and by far the longest Canto, in itself no ta traverse in the course of his earthly pilgrimage. Taken doubt the grandest exertion of Lord Byron's genins, appears as a shole, this poem is, undoubtedly, the most original

to have occupied the nearly undivided labour of half a aad felicitoas of all Lord Byron's serious efforts. It opens year. It was begun at Venice, in June, 1817, and finished the first specimen of an absolutely new species of composi. in the same city, in January, 1818; and, being shortly aftion-perhaps the only such specimen that European lite terwards published in London, carried the Author's fame to radare had received during a period of two centuries-in the utmost beight it ever reached. It is at once the most other words, since Sbakspeare founded the Romantic Drama, flowing, the most energetic, and the most solemn of all his and Cervantes the Romantic Novel of modern Europe.

pieces; and would of itself sufficiently justify the taste of the The first Canto was commenced, as Lord Byron's diaries surviving affection that dictated for the sole inscription of informas, at Joannina in Albania, on the 31st of October, his tombstone, _“Here lies the Author of Childe Harold's I09; and the second was finisbed on the 28th of March, Pilgrimage.” in the sacceeding year, at Smyrna.* These two Cantos,

The original MS. bas furnished many variæ lecliones, after having received numberless corrections and additions

which may probably be interesting to an extensive class of > their progress through the press, were first published in

the Poet's readers. One, and the most important, in order laden in March, 1812, and immediately placed their ag.

to avoid repetitions on the margin, we mention once for all thor or a lesel with the very highest names of his age. The

here: in the first draught of the opening Cantos, the bero impression they created was more uniform, decisive, and

| is uniformly “Childe Burun." + trazaphant, than any that had been witnessed in this country for at least two generations. “I awoke one morning,"

Some splendid fragments, which the author never worked

into the texture of his piece, will also be found in the notes be says, and found nyself famous.” In truth, he had fixed

to this edition; nor, after the lapse of twenty years, will any tamself, at a single boand, on a summit, such as no English

one, it is presumed, complain that we have printed in like peet kad ever before attained, but after a long succession

manner certain complete stanzas, which Lord Byron was of painful and comparatively neglected efforts.

induced to withhold from the public, only by tenderness for Thase who wish to analyse, with critical accuracy, the

the feelings of individuals now beyond the reach of satire. grees of Lord Byron in his art, must, of course, interpose -L.E. eir study of various minor pieces, between their perusal of

The reader will probably be amused with the followla irst and second Captos of Childe Harold, and that of dhe third; which was finished at Diodati, near Geneva, in

ing passage, extracted from one of Lord Byron's letters to

Mr. Dallas, on the subject of a new and rather Cockney hat, ISIG, and records the author's mental experiences

reading of this title:- Instruct Mr. Murray not to allow das his perambulations of the Netherlands, the Rhine

his shopman to call the work · Child of Harrow's Pilgrim. O stry, and Switzerland, in that and the two preceding

age!!! as he has done to some of my astonished friends, aththe poetical autobiography of, perhaps, the most

who wrote to inquire after my sanity on the occasion, as welancholy period of his not less melancholy than glorious

well they might."-P.E. at,--that in which the wounds of domestic misery, that

(2) In a letter to Mr. Dallas, his Lordship thus notices this porm was completed during Lord Byron's residence at the work :-“The passage is from a little Freuch volume, pubof Me Consul General, where he remained till the 11th April, lished in 1798. a great favourite with me, which I picked

poon of two or three days employed in visiting the of Ephesia, The following memorandum was prefixed to his

+ " there could be any doubt as to his intention of delinen ting

himself in bis hero, this adoption of the old Norman name of his o, Jounina in Albania Begun October 31. 1800, concluded family. which he seems to have at first contemplated, would be sufi2 Styre, Marct gst, 1910. Byron." P.E.

Cacot to reinove it." Moor.-PE.

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