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And forests like a wolf, nor turn aside
Beshrew the hour,
But those were jocund times! I would that such
As if they had forgotten them.
Must change their chieftain first. Oh! I have seen
Manuel. That was a night indeed! I do remember
And watchings-her, whom of all earthly things
The tower's on fire. Oh heavens and earth! what sound
[A crash like thunder.
Manuel. Help, help, there!—to the rescue of the Count,—
[The Servants, Vassals, and Peasantry approach, stupified with terror.
If there be any of you who have heart
And love of human kind, and will to aid
Those in distress-pause not-but follow me-
[MANUEL goes in.
No-all is silent-not a breath-the flame
* Altered in the present form, to 'some strange things in them, Herman.'
[HERMAN goes in.
NOTICES OF THE
Which shot forth such a blaze is also gone;
What may this mean? let's enter!
Vassal. Cease your vain prating—come.
'Tis all in vain
Her. (within.) Not so-even now methought he moved; But it is dark-so bear him gently out
Softly-how cold he is! take care of his temples
In winding down the staircase.
Re-enter MANUEL and HERMAN, bearing MANFRED in their arms.
Manuel. Hie to the castle, some of ye, and bring
[They sprinkle MANFRED with water; after a pause, he
Manuel. He seems to strive to speak-come-cheerly, Count!
[HERMAN inclining his head and listening. Her. I hear a word Or two-but indistinctly—what is next? What's to be done? let's bear him to the castle.
[MANFRED motions with his hand not to remove him. Manuel. He disapproves-and 'twere of no avail— He changes rapidly.
'Twill soon be over.
Manuel. Oh! what a death is this! that I should live
Manfred. (speaking faintly and slowly.) Old man! 'tis not so dif-
ficult to die.
Her. His eyes are fix'd and lifeless.-He is gone.—
Manuel. Close them.-My old hand quivers.-He departs― Whither? I dread to think-but he is gone!
Rome, May 9th, 1817.
'Address all answers to Venice; for there I shall ' return in fifteen days, God willing.
'I sent you from Florence "The Lament of Tasso," and from Rome the Third Act of Manfred, both of ' which, I trust, will duly arrive. The terms of these ' two I mentioned in my last, and will repeat in this :
it is three hundred for each, or six hundred guineas for the two-that is, if you like, and they are good ' for anything.
'At last one of the parcels is arrived. In the notes 'to Childe Harold there is a blunder of yours or mine: you talk of arrival at St. Gingo, and, immediately 'after, add-" on the height is the Chateau of Clarens. This is sad work: Clarens is on the other 'side of the Lake, and it is quite impossible that I
should have so bungled. Look at the MS.; and at any rate rectify it.
The "Tales of my Landlord" I have read with great pleasure, and perfectly understand now why
my sister and aunt are so very positive in the very erroneous persuasion that they must have been written
by me. If you knew me as well as they do, you 'would have fallen, perhaps, into the same mistake.
Some day or other, I will explain to you why-when 'I have time; at present, it does not much matter; but
you must have thought this blunder of theirs very ' odd, and so did I, till I had read the book. Croker's 'letter to you is a very great compliment; I shall ' return it to you in my next.
'I perceive you are publishing a Life of Raffael ' d'Urbino : it may perhaps interest you to hear that a 'set of German artists here allow their hair to grow,
TO MR. MURRAY.
' and trim it into his fashion, thereby drinking the 'cummin of the disciples of the old philosopher; if they would cut their hair, convert it into brushes, and paint like him, it would be more "German to 'the matter."
'I'll tell you a story: the other day, a man herean English-mistaking the statues of Charlemagne ' and Constantine, which are equestrian, for those of 'Peter and Paul, asked another which was Paul of these same horsemen ?-to which the reply was,"I thought, sir, that St. Paul had never got on horseback since his accident?"
I'll tell you another: Henry Fox, writing to some 'one from Naples the other day, after an illness, adds "-" and I am so changed, that my oldest creditors ' would hardly know me.'
'I am delighted with Rome-as I would be with a 'bandbox, that is, it is a fine thing to see, finer than Greece; but I have not been here long enough to 'affect it as a residence, and I must go back to Lom
bardy, because I am wretched at being away from 'Marianna. I have been riding my saddle-horses every-day, and been to Albano, its Lakes, and to the 'top of the Alban Mount, and to Frescati, Aricia, ' &c. &c. with an &c. &c. &c. about the city, and in the 'city for all which-vide Guide-book. As a whole, 'ancient and modern, it beats Greece, Constantinople, 'everything-at least that I have ever seen. But I 'can't describe, because my first impressions are always 'strong and confused, and my memory selects and 'reduces them to order, like distance in the landscape, ' and blends them better, although they may be less 'distinct. There must be a sense or two more than we 'have, us mortals; for * * where there is much