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called on the Bard to assist in the achievement of his to us the names of Alexander, Cæsar, and Napoleon, own prophecy. Other thoughts might there also be, furnishes hardly one solitary example of their theory; more nearly affecting home and his return to that nor bave they a spiteful consolation in the brief and native land, with which he was connected by blood chivalrous career which our noble Poet entered upon. and inseparably linked by fame.

Landed in Greece, once embarked in her cause, it was The cause of Greece, popular in England, had been impossible for any one to have displayed a sounder judgadopted with warmth by many public men. The ment, a cooler courage, or a more daring spirit, during champion of that cause, Lord Byron came before bis circumstances which might have fairly excused a want countrymen in a new and noble character, and might in either: beset by difficulties of every description,find it no difficult matter--if successful, from admira amidst savage Suliotes, rushing at every moment into tion,-if unfortunate, from sympathy—to unite around his room under the wild impulses of warlike insubbim those popular affections which, in his dark and ordination and legislative quacks, spouting forth their meteoric career, had been estranged. With all that well-intentioned nonsense about a free press and a coald excite him to the undertaking, be himself, Benthamite republic, ---accused here as a miser, bebowever, seems to have entered upon it with much cause he reserved his means for objects of utilityforeboding of disaster; and in the last evening that he attacked there as an oligarch and an aristocrat, bespent with Lady Blessington, at Genoa, suffered himself cause he contended that a government must be strong to be overpowered by dark and melancholy emotions. | at home which had to fight against a foreign foe, “Here," said he, "we are now all together; but when -disappointed in all his darling schemes of distinand where shall we meet again? I have a sort of boding guishing himself, by the folly or incapacity of those that we see each other for the last time; as something | whom he had come to serve,-poked up in a pestitells me I shall never again return from Greece." lential city, decimated by fever and disturbed by dis

It was in the beginning of April, 1823, that the sensions,—he neither allowed himself to be irritated, noble subject of this memoir received a visit from Mr. nor disgusted, nor down-hearted. The only one who Blaquiere, then on his road to the Morea. Almost showed the least capacity for commanding, he was immediately afterwards, he entered into correspond the only one of Greeks, Germans, or English, who ence with the Greek committee, and, in the latter end showed the least inclination to obey. While Colonel of July, left Italy to see it no more. Madame Guic Stanhope and Mr. Trelawny were leaguing with the cioli renained there. Her brother, Count Gamba, | Greek chief Ulysses, the Greeks, even in the Greek accompanied Lord Byron. His course was first bent town in which he was, fighting amongst themselves, to one of the Ionian Islands, whence it was thought he bis guard actually refusing to march, and his artillery might be able to learn the exact position of affairs be deserting—he himself says :-“As for me, I am fore he landed upon the continent. In Cephalonia he willing to do what I am bidden, and to follow my staid a considerable time, where he seems to have instructions. I neither seek nor shun any thing that beea principally occupied with the attempt to unravel | I may be wished to attempt. As for personal safety, the intricate politics of the scene he was about to enter besides that it ought not to be a consideration, I opon, and in listening to the orthodox doctrines of a take it that a man is, on the whole, as safe in one Mr. Kennedy, a very excellent and pious, but rather ill- place as another, and after all he had better end with judging, gentleman, who undertook, very confidently, a bullet than bark in his body. If we are not taken off to convert Lord B. to a full belief in every one of the with the sword, we are like to march off with an ague Thirty-nine Articles, if he would but listen to him in this mud-basket; and to conclude with a very bad pun, twelve hours at a time. Unfortunately, this condi to the ear rather than the eye, better martially than tion was indispensable. Lord Byron sank, I think, marsh-ally. The situation of Missolonghi is not unknown beneath the second hour, otherwise (Dr. Kennedy to you. The dykes of Holland, when broken down, are always said) he would have been converted.

the deserts of Arabia for dryness in comparison." It was the end of December when Byron reached In such a spot and under such circumstances was the coast of the Morea, and putting off again on the Lord Byron placed; not, let me say, by a ridiculous 5th of January, after some danger from adverse winds, enthusiasm, for from first to last he fully understood urived, in spite of the Turkish fleet blockading its the difficulties of his situation; but by an honourable part, at Missolonghi, where he landed amidst the desire for enterprise, a carelessness for death in a ezulting population of the place, who, amidst the good cause, a desire, perchance, to be restored to the magled din of rejoicing shouts, wild music, and artil good esteem of his fellow-countrymen, and an ardent lery, conducted him to the house prepared for him. aspiration for the freedom of a celebrated country

A few dull fools have always been ready to spread and a gallant people, long placed under a degrading the doctrine that there exists some incompatibility and intolerable yoke. between a poetical miud and a practical capacity. His first endeavours were to mitigate the savage Cnfortunately for them, history, which has preserved and atrocious character of the existing contest; and in this, by ,a well-judged return of some Turkish came stronger than before. On the 17th, the bleed. prisoners, and a letter addressed to Yussuff Pacha, /

ing was repeated, but the inflammation on the head commanding in that district, he succeeded. His next hourly increased. On the 18th Lord Byron rose, object was to have stormed Lepanto. From this and attempted to read, but found himself faint, endeavour he was prevented by the insurrection of and, tottering back to the room he had quitted, rehis troops. He then turned his attention to the form- turned to bed. A consultation was then held among ation of a brigade with which he might commence such gentlemen of the medical faculty as could be got operations in the spring, and to the defence of Misso- together, Luca Vaga, Prince Mavrocordato's physilonghi, for the expense of which, he was willing to cian, Dr. Freiber, the medical assistant of Millingen, have advanced two-thirds of the money required. Dr. Bruno, and Millingen himself; and now, for

In the midst of these plans he was seized, on the the first time it appears, Lord Byron was sensible 15th of February, by a violent fit, which, though it of his extreme danger. Millingen, Fletcher his valet, lasted but a short time, seems to have made a deep and Tita, an Italian servant of great fidelity, were impression upon his constitution; the pain he suf- standing by his bed, and in tears. The two first, unfered during it being, as he himself said, of such an able to restrain their grief, left the room; the band of intolerable nature, that, if it had lasted a minute the last was locked in Lord Byron's, so that he could longer, he must have died.

not. “Oh! questa è una bella scena !” said Byron From the time of this attack in February, Lord By- to him, with a faint smile, giving vent even at this ron contined weak, nervous, subject to tremors and moment to his sense of the theatrical, and deriving vertigos, which he no doubt increased by an over a kind of amusement from his own death-scene. spare diet, living wholly on toast, vegetables, and He then seemed to reflect a moment, and said, “Call cheese, and restrained from exercise by the bad wea- | Parry!" Delirium immediately ensued, in which he ther and a report of the plague; so that his only re was heard to say—“Forward! courage!» etc. etc., creation was that of playing with his dog Lion, and words, it may be remembered, almost similar to those going through the exercise of drilling with his officers, uttered at a similar moment by Napoleon! an exercise sometimes diversified by a game at single ! On recovering from this paroxysm, his approaching stick. Under these circumstances, it wanted but a fate was still more apparent; and perhaps no deathvery little to animate the elements of destruction als bed scene was ever more sorrowful or exciting than ready existing in his constitution. A cold, caught the one which followed, as, between impatience to be from standing, in a state of violent perspiration, er- understood, and the impossibility of utterance, poor posed to the rain in an open boat, brought on a fit of Byron struggled vainly to make his last thoughts and fever, accompanied with shiverings and rheumatic paius. wishes known to his faithful domestic.

“At 8 that evening," says Count Gamba, “ I on “Go to my sister-tell her-go to Lady Byrontered his room; he was lying on a sofa restless and tell her—," Here he became indistinct, but continued melancholy; he said to me, I suffer a great deal of muttering with great vehemence for some considerpain: I do not care for death, but these agonies I able time. No words were caught, however, except cannot bear.'” The following morning, however, he "Augusta,” « Hobhouse," « Kivuaird - " “Now, rode out in the olive woods; but on his return com- he said at last, " I've told you all.” “My Lord," plained of the saddle having been damp. This was replied Fletcher, “I have not understood a word that the last time he crossed his horse's back.

your Lordship has been uttering." "Not understood His fever now rapidly increased. On the 12th he me!” said Lord Byron, in the utmost distress; "what kept his bed all day, complaining he could not sleep, a pity! then it is too late; all is over.” “I hope and taking no nourishment whatever. The two fol- not,” answered Fletcher; “but the Lord's will be lowing days the fever seemed to have diminished, but done!” “ Yes, not mine," said Byron. He was then he had become weaker, and complained of violent heard to repeat the words, “my sister-my child! pains in the head. On the 14th his physician, Dr. Subsequently he was also heard to say, _" there are Bruno, urged bleeding, which Lord Byron, however, things that make the world dear to me; for the rest, from some boyish superstition, resolutely resisted. At I am content to die." He spoke also of Greece—“I this time he would have sent for Dr. Thomas at Zante, have given her my time, my means, my health ; and but a hurricane blowing into the port rendered all now I give her my life—what could I do more ? » communication with that island impossible. On the At six o'clock on the evening of this day, he said 16th, alarmed at some hints from Mr. Millingen, that Now I shall go to sleep;" and, turning round, he fell madness, of which he had great fear, might otherwise into a slumber which lasted for twenty-four hours. ensue, he submitted to bleeding ;(1) but, as if to con- | At a quarter past six o'clock, on the following day firm his theory, the fever after the operation only be- (the 19th), he opened his eyes, and shut them again (1) There are coutradictory accounts of the whole of these

iminediately. This was his last sign of life-the phyproceedings, but Mr. Moore's seems the best authenticated. | sicians felt his pulse—he was no more.

On the 22d of April, in the midst of his own brigade, / -all of which he was driven by bigotry, calamny, ibe troops of the government, and the whole popula- and prejudice, to dedicate to a foreign cause, in which tisa, the most precious portion of his honodred remains he miserably bat magnificently perished. The senwas carried to the church where lie the bodies of sation which his death produced in Greece must have Marco Botzaris and of General Normann. The coffin been tremendous, from the recollections of him which, was a rude ill-constructed chest of wood; a black on visiting that country afterwards, I still found there. mantle served for a pall, and over it were placed a Its effect in England was hardly less astounding. belmet, a sword, and a crown of laurel. But no fu- ! There was something so boyish, even to the screal pomp could have left the impression, or spoken last, in Byron's character, there was so much the feelings, of this simple ceremony. The wretched about him of promise, even when he had most persess and desolation of the place itself, the wild and formed,—that the idea of his death could, I think, Wcivilized warriors present, their deep-felt un- have bardly occurred to any one. To me, perhaps, affected grief, the fond recollections, the disappointed the news of it, a much younger eothusiast, came, bopes, the anxieties and sad presentiments, which considering I was unacquainted with him personally, might be read on overy countenance-all contributed with peculiar force. Educated at the same school, to form a scene more truly affecting than perhaps was and, on coming into life, having become acquainted her before witnessed round the grave of a great man. with some of his best friends, -at that very moment The coffin was not closed till the 29th of the month. preparing, a youthful follower, to join him in his ro

On the 2d of May the remains of Lord Byron were mantic enterprise,-1 remained, with a sense of desombarked, under a salute from the guns of the fortress. lation pressing upon me, almost rooted to the spot After a passage of three days, the vessel reacbed Zante,

where I was standing, when I heard the fatal intelliwbere Colonel Stanhope shortly afterwards arrived

gence. Over England in general I believe, indeed, the from the Morea, and, as he was on his way back to

blow was felt as a private calamity, notwithstanding England, he took charge of Lord Byron's remains, and

the injustice which had driven him from it. The embarked with them on board the Florida. On the

very faults of Byron, which excited the hope and Bth of May she sailed from Zante, and on the 29th

the expectation of amendment, if they had provoked di Jane entered the Downs. John Cam Hobhouse,

reproaches on his life, enhanced the regrets at his Esq., and John Hanson, Esq., Lord Byron's executors,

death. Never, however, was death more poetical dained the body from the Florida, and it was re

or more glorious. There are bards whose writings moved to the house of Sir Edward Knatchbull, West

may compete with those of the author of Childe Haminster, where it lay in state several days.

rold; but there are none over whose personal existence The interment took place on Friday, July 16th.

such a spell and such a charm has been thrown. Lord Byron was buried in the family vault, at the

Even in his most beautiful compositions, we think less Tillage of Hacknall, eight miles beyond Nottingham,

of the minstrelsy than the minstrel; and this feeling, and within two miles of the venerable Abbey of New

which it seemed Lord Byron's peculiar destiny to excite stead. He was accompanied to the grave by crowds

during his existence, has been perpetuated by the cause of persons, eager to show this last testimony of respect

for which he perished, and the spot in which he died. to his memory. As in one of his earlier poems he bad

As little has been said, since his leaving Italy, of expressed a wish that his dust might mingle with his

the lady with whom he had been previously residing, mother's, bis coffin was placed in the vault next to

I should observe, that with this lady he kept up an bers. It bore the following inscription :-“ George

affectionate and continued correspondence; and from Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron, of Rochdale. Born

some verses, the last and among the most beautiful in London, (1) Jan. 22, 1788, died at Missolonghi,

of any he wrote, he refers to the passion that had so in Western Greece, April 19th, 1824." An urn ac

long governed him, and which, even in what he thought bapanied the coffin, and on it was inscribed :

his declining years, he still felt, with a poesy and a ten* Within this urn are deposited the heart, brain, etc.

derness that did equal justice to his lady and his muse. the deceased Lord Byron." -At the end of this

I know of few things to say within the short limits semoir will be found a correct representation of the

still assigned to me, that this narration has not already moment erected in Hucknall church, with the in


As a man, Lord Byron was a person of good imkription it bears. Such was the termination of Lord Byron's earthly

pulses and violent passions, which every circumstance sareer- the most remarkable poet of his epoch, and

in his life, from boyhood to manhood, tended to debe of the most remarkable men that ever lived.

velop. As a christian, he performed many of the or high birth, a noble fortune (at the time of his

duties, without feeling strong faith in the creed, of

Christ. For this weakness of faith he was attackdeath be bad his wife's), of extraordinary abilities

ed with a virulence such as few people, in civilized (1) Mr. Dallas says Dover.-P.E.

times, were ever assailed with for their religious opinions; a virulence the more absurd, since he ex. himself thought, better, for an active thau a literary pressed no convictions, and never attempted to im- life. At the time he engaged in the former, howpress even his doubts upon the minds of others. As ever, his body had already begun to yield to the a poet, Lord Byron was one of the first, and certainly pressure of the many griefs and passions it had underone of the most extraordinary, that ever lived, -uniting gone. The vital essence had almost burnt out, and in bimself the qualities of two men, than whom no two all that he did in Greece as a hero was to die-as best in England were ever more celebrated or more opposed. became the memory of a poet. The best passages in Comus are not more sublime As to his feelings respecting money matters, and than some in Manfred and Childe Harold; nor did the advances he made to the Greek cause, no man the author of The Tale of a Tub ever display more ever seems to have made such sacrifices with a better wit and humour than are to be found in Beppo | or more generous spirit; and though he might expect, and Don Juan. No writer, of any age or country, and expect fairly, that, if the Greeks obtained reever succeeded so well in so many different styles. sources of their own, they would repay him—not the

The English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, written health and energy devoted to their cause; that they when the author was nineteen, may be classed amongst could never repay—not the income devoted to their the very best satirical compositions in our language. cause, since that went from day to day without acThe Giaour, The Corsair, and The Bride of Abydos, count or reckoning—but such sums as, onder no ordiare all poems original as well as powerful, and equally nary circumstances of risk, he advanced in the way of extraordinary in their language, their thoughts, and loan-(I know of few who would have been inclined their conceptions. Childe Harold stands alone; Don to do as much)-yet the feelings he had upon the subJuan is without rival: and, if we wanted a new proof ject were those of a man who considered himself and of the extraordinary genius of this great man, Mr. his fortune at the service of the cause he had espoused. Moore has given it in a collection of letters to which “So far," says he, in a private and confidential letter I have once before alluded; letters which have all to Mr. Douglas Kinnaird, Feb. 21, 1824, “I have the wit of Horace Walpole's, without any of the af- succeeded in supporting the government of Western fectation; and are not more remarkable for their hu Greece, which would otherwise have been dissolved. mour than for their power.

If you have received the eleven thousand and odd As to the tendency of Byron's writings, no author pounds, these, with what I have in hand, and my of great celebrity, with the exception of Walter Scott, income for the current year, to say nothing of conever passed in England without, on this score, incur tingencies, will, or might, enable me to keep the ring reproach. Milton, Dryden, Swift, Pope, Smol sinews of war properly strung. If the Deputies be lett, Fielding, were all objects of abuse to the envious honest fellows, and obtain the loan, they will repay and canting hypocrites of their day, and with about the 40001, as agreed upon; and even then I shall as much justice as the poet of our own times. Don save little, or indeed less than little, since I am mainJuan, the most attacked of any of his works, is, on taining nearly the whole machine-in this place at the ground of morality, perhaps, the least assailable, least-at my own cost: but let the Greeks only sucbeing one of the best and most useful satires on a ceed, and I don't care for myself." vicious state of society which ever proceeded from | The vulgar recklessness for money, which distinhuman wit; and no more reprehensible, either for the guished his early career, passed away, no doubt, in things described, or for the manner of their descrip-|| later life, and this change was marked, as all changes tion, than Don Quixote itself, which, for those who hunt in people of warm temperament are marked, by a cerafter lewd readings and gross imaginings (witness the tain degree of enthusiasm in the new direction. His love-scene of Maritornes and the carrier), might furnish attention, for a time, to his expenses, keeping a slate sufficient ground for snivelling reprehension.

by him constantly, on which the day's items were Had Lord Byron chosen, or rather had he been reckoned, never interfered with acts of charity or driven by circumstances into, another career, I cannot benevolence; and the debts which, in his former life, help myself believing that he would have been equally he had incurred, and which it was in every way desuccessful in it; nor do his comparative failures in the sirable to pay, most fully excuse an economy which, House of Lords, at a time when his mind was delivered if he adopted at all, he was sure to adopt with a up to other pursuits, while his success in speaking, certain poetical appearance of excess, to which he had served no apprenticeship, was com- His most evident weakness was one to which I have pared with his success in literature, which he had alluded, and which, mentioned by all, has I think been been long pursuing, offer any proof contradictory too harshly dealt with by some of his biographersto this belief. Great energy, strong passions, a I mean a strong prejudice in favour of birth and vivid imagination, and most excellent common sense, fashion, and a high estimate of his own importance, for formed the ground-work of Lord Byron's poetical having once figured as a dandy, and been by birth character, and suited him equally, and perhaps, as he elevated to the peerage. This was a weakness,

a vulgar weakness;! but it naturally arose from And now, reader, you who, following me thus far, his rank coming to him by accident, and from have sighed with a generous pity over the faults, and his position in the world having been obtained with burnt with as generous an indignation at the wrongs, difficulty. A peer, he had the faults of a parvenu, of my illustrious countryman, let the pages you have for he had laboured under many of the disadvantages, read inspire you with some kindly feeling for those and derived many of the advantages, ordinarily attendo in general, whose way to a reputation in after times ant upon the circumstances of rising from a plebeian is generally through the sneers and calumnies of their to a patrician station. In early youth, his mother, contemporaries. and the people surrounding his mother, must always Time has swept on; and the injured is in the tomb, have looked upon a peer of the realm as a mighty and years, perchance, have effaced from the recollecpersonage, and the ideas which the heir of Newstead tion of the injurers the aspersion and the scoff,—the thas imbibed could not but give him a high opinion whispered falsehood and the solemn wrong, with d his lordly consequence, and a deep disgust with which they wrung the heart that heaped upon them the world when it did not at once acknowledge it. " the curse of its forgiveness!" But thou, O Ne| In the short literary connection which subsisted mesis! neither forgetting nor forgiving,—long after | between Lord Byron and Mr. Hunt, less blame, as their worthless bones shall have rotted in the grave, it appears to me, attaches to either party than the wilt preserve their blasted fame, blackening by the partisans of each have endeavoured to have it believed. side of that gentle and triumphant boastThe two persons were, from every circumstance of their lives, certain to be dissimilar; to have different “My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, ideas of gentlemanlike conduct, agreeable manners, And my frame perish even in conquering pain;

But there is that within me which shall tire and conversational ability. But there is this ad

Torture and time, and breathe when I expire; · tantage to be given to Lord Byron—and no incon

Something unearthly which they deem not of, siderable one it is—viz, that, of the two, he more

Like the remember'd tone of a mute lyre, appreciated the talents, and made more allowances Shall on their soften'd spirits sink, and move, for the feelings, of his coadjutor and companion.

In hearts all rocky now, the late remorse of love."

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