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ment of expense, and endeavouring to even though it will not be published till suppress what he himself calls after my decease. For this purpose, it

" That climax of all earthly ills, were but just that Lady B. should know The inflammation of our weekly bills.” what is their said of her and hers, that In truth, his constant recurrence to she may have full power to remark on the praise of avarice in Don Juan, and or respond to any part or parts, as may the humorous zest with which he delights seem fitting to herself. This is fair to dwell on it, shows how new-fangled, dealing, I presume, in all events. as well as far from serious, was his “ To change the subject, are you in adoption of this “good old-gentlemanly England ? I send you an epitaph for vice." In the same spirit he had, a Castlereagh. short time before my arrival at Venice, established a hoarding-box, with a slit Another for Pittin the lid, into which he occasionally “With death doom'd to grapple put sequins, and, at stated periods,

Beneath this cold slab, be

Who lied in the Chapel opened it to contemplate his treasures.

Now lies in the Abbey. His own ascetic style of living enabled him, as far as himself was concerned,

The gods seem to have made me to gratify this taste for enonomy in no

poetical this day

“ In digging up your bones, Tom Paine, ordinary degree,-his daily bill of fare,

Will. Cobbett bas done well : when the Margarita was his companion, Yon visit him on earth again, consisting, I have been assured, of but He'll visit you in bell. four beccafichi of wbich the Fornarina Oreat three leaving even him hungry.

“ You come to bim on earth again,

He'll go with you to hell.

“Pray let not these versiculi go forth (1819)-A short time before dinner with my name, except among the inihe left the room, and in a minute or two tiated, because my friend H. has foamed returned, carrying in his hand a white into a reformer, and, I greatly fear, will leather bag. “ Look here,” he said, subside into Newgate; since the Hoholding it up,—“ this would be worth nourable House, according to Galignani's something to Murray, though you, I Reports of Parliamentary Debates, are dare say, would not give sixpence for menacing a prosecution to a pamphlet

“What is it?" I asked.—“My of his. I shall be very sorry to hear of Life and Adventures,' he answered. any thing but good for him, particularly On hearing this, I raised my hands in a in these miserable squabbles; but these gesture of wonder. “ It is not a thing,' are the natural effects of taking a part he continued, “ that can be published in them.” during my lifetime, but you may have it if you like—there, do whatever you please with it.” In taking the bag, and

"Ravenna, May 8, 1820. thanking him most warmly, I added,

"SIR HUMPHRY DAVY was here last “This will make a nice legacy for my fortnight, and I was in his company in little Tom, who shall astonish the latter the house of a very pretty Italian lady days of the nineteenth century with it.” of rank, who, by way of displaying her He then added, “ You may show it to learning in presence of the great cheany of our friends you may think wor- mist, then describing his fourteenth asthy of it:"and this is nearly word for cension of Mount Vesuvius, asked if word, the whole of what passed between there was not a similar volcano in ús on the subject.

Ireland ?: My only notion of an Irish

volcano consisted of the lake of KillarTo Mr. Moore. January 2nd, 1820.

ney, which I naturally conceived her to “MY DEAR MOORE,

mean; but on second thoughts I divined

that she alluded to Iceland and to “ • To-day it is my wedding-day, And all the folks would stare

Hecla—and so it proved, though she If wife should dine at Edmonton,

sustained her volcanic topography for And I should dine at Ware.'

some time with all the amiable pertiOr thus

nacity of the feminie.' She soon after “ Here's a happy new year! but with reason I beg you'll permit me to say

turned to me, and asked me various Wish me many returns of the season, questions about Sir Humphry's philo

But as few as you please of the day. sophy, and I explained as well as an “My this present writing is to direct oracle his skill in gasen safety lamps, you that, if she chooses, she may see and ungluing the Pompeian MSS. "But the MS. Memoir in your possession. I what do you call him?' said she. "A wish her to have fair play, in all cases, great chemist,' quoth S. What can he




grow ?'



D-n the bell,

do ?' repeated the lady.' Almost any on my hands last year--and yet it is not thing,' said I. "Oh, then, mio caro, do so difficult to give a few hours to the pray beg him to give me something to Muses. This sentence is so like dye my eyebrows black. I have tried a that

“Ever, &c." thousand things, and the colours all come off'; and besides, they don't grow. Can't

DETACHED THOUGHTS.” he invent something to make them “What a strange thing is life and man!

All this with the greatest Were I to present myself at the door of earnestness; and what you will be sur- the house where my daughter now is, prised at, she is neither ignorant nor a the door would be shut in my facefool, but really well educated and clever. unless (as is not impossible) I knocked But they speak like children, when first down the porter ; and if I had gone in out of their convents; and, after all, that year (and perhaps now) to Dronthis is better than an English blue- theim (the furthest town in Norway), or stocking.”

into Holstein, I should have been received with open arms into the mansion

of strangers and foreigners, attached to To Mr. Moore.

me by no tie but by that of mind and Ravenna, July 5th, 1821. “How could you suppose that I ever

As far as fame goes, I have had my would allow any thing that could be said share : it has indeed been leavened by on your account to weigh with me? I other human contingencies, and this in only regret that Bowles had not said a greater degree than has occurred to that you were the writer of that note most literary men of a decent rank of until afterwards, when out he comes life; but, on the whole, I take it that with it, in a private letter to Murray, such equipoise is the condition of huwhich Murray sends to me. D-n the manity.” controversy!

“A young American, named Coolidge, " D-n Twizzle,

called on me not many months ago. He

was intelligent, very handsome, and not And d-n the fool who rung it-Well !

more than twenty years old, according From all such plagues I'll quickly be deliver'd.

to appearances; a little romantic, but “ I have had a curious letter to-day that sits well upon youth, and mighty from a girl in England (I never saw her) fond of poesy, as may be suspected from who says she is given over of a decline, his approaching me in my cavern. He but could not go out of the world without brought me a message from an old serthanking me for the delight which my vant of my family (Joe Murray), and poesy for several years, &c. &c. &c. It told me that he (Mr. Coolidge) had obis signed simply N. N. A., and has not a tained a copy of my bust from Thorword of cant' or preachment in it upon waldsen, at Rome, to send to America, any opinions. She merely says that she I confess I was more flattered by this is dying, and that as I had contributed young enthusiasm of a solitary Transso highly to her existing pleasure, she Atlantic traveller, than if they had dethought that she night say so, begging creed me a statue in the Paris Pantheon me to burn her letter-which, by the (I have seen emperors and demagogues way, I can not do, as I look upon such cast down from their pedestals even in a letter, in such circumstances, as better my own time, and Grattan's name razed than a diploma from Gottingen. I once from the street called after him in Dubhad a letter from Drontheim, in Nor- lin); I say that I was more flattered by way (bnt not from a dying woman) in it, because it was single, unpolitical, and verse, on the same score of gratulation, was without motive or ostentation—the These are the things which make one pure and warm feeling of a boy for the at times believe oneself a poet. But if poet he admired. It must have been I must believe that *, and such expensive, though ;“I would not pay fellows, are poets, also, it is better to be the price of a Thorwaldsen bust for any out of the corps.

human head and shoulders, except Na“ I am now in the fisth act of Fos- poleon's, or my children's, or some cari,' being the third tragedy in twelve absurd womankind's,' as Monkbarn's months, besides proses ; so you perceive calls them-or my sister's. If asked that I am not at all idle. And are you, why, then, I sate for my own ?-Answer, too, busy? I doubt that your life at that it was at the particular request of Paris draws too much upon your time, J. C. Hobhouse, Esq., and for po one which is a pity. Can't you divide your else. A picture is a different matter ;day, so as to combine both ? I have had every body sits for their picture ;-but plenty of all sorts of worldly business a bust looks like putting up pretensions



to permanency, and smacks something « Through life's road, so dim and dirty, of a hankering for public fame rather

I have dragg'd to three-and-thirty.

What bave these years left to me ? than private remembrance.

Nothing-except ihirty-three. “Whenever an American requests to

“ January 22nd, 1821. see me (which is not unfrequently) I


Here lies comply, firstly, because I respect a peo

interred in the Eternity ple who acquired their freedom by their

of the Past, firmness without excess ; and, secondly,

from whence there is no

Resurrection because these Trans-Atlantic visits, 'few

for the Days-whatever there may be and far between” make me feel as if

for the Dusttalking with posterity from the other

the Thirty-Third Year side of the Styx. In a century or two,

of an ill-spent Life,

Which, after the new English and Spanish Atlantides a lingering disease of many months, will be masters of the old countries, in

sunk into a lethargy,

and expired, all probability, as Greece and Europe

January 22nd, 1821, A.D. overcame their mother Asia in the older

Leaving a successor

Inconsolable or earlier ages, as they are called.”

for the very loss which


BYRON, 1821.

“Ravenna, January 12th, 1821. “ I have found out the seal cut on

On the road to Bologna he had met

with his early and dearest friend, Lord Murray's letter. It is meant for Walter Scott -or Sir Walter-he is the first Clare, and the following description of poet knighted since Sir Richard Black- their short interview is given in his

Detached Thoughts.” But it does not do him justice. Scott's—particularly when he recites

« Pisa, November 5th, 1821. is a very intelligent countenance, and « . There is a strange coincidence this seal says nothing.

sometimes in the little things of this “ Scott is certainly the most wonder- world, Sancho,' says Sterne in a letter ful writer of the day. His novels are a (if I mistake not,) and so I have often new literature in themselves, and his found it. poetry as good as any--if not better “ Page 128, article 91, of this collec(only on an erroneous system)—and only tion, I had alluded to my friend Lord ceased to be so popular, because the Clare in terms such as my feelings sugvulgar learned were tired of hearing gested. About a week or two after

Aristides called the Just,'. and Scott wards, I met him on the road between the Best, and ostracised him.

Imola and Bologna, after not having met « I like him, too, for his manliness of for seven or eight years. He was abroad character, for the extreme pleasantness in 1814, and came home just as I set of his conversation, and his good-nature out in 1816. towards myself, personally. May he “ This meeting annihilated for a moprosper !—for he deserves it. I know ment all the years between the present no reading to which I fall with such time and the days of Harrow. alacrity as a work of W. Scott's, I a new and inexplicable feeling, like rising shall give the seal, with his bust on it, from the grave, to me. Clare too was to Madame la Contesse G. this evening, much agitated -- more in appearance who will be curious to have the effigies than myself; for I could feel his heart of a man so celebrated.

beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, “ January 20th, 1821. it was the pulse of my own which made To-morrow is my birthday—that is me think so. He told me that I should to say, at twelve o' the clock, midnight, find a note from him left at Bologna. I i. e. in twelve minutes, I shall have com- did. We were obliged to part for our pleted thirty and three years of age !!! different journeys, he for Rome, I for --and I go to my bed with a heaviness of Pisa, but with the promise to meet again heart at having lived so long, and to so in spring. We were but five minutes

together, and on the public road; but I “ It is three minutes past twelve.- hardly recollect an hour of my existence « 'Tis the middle of night by the castle which could be weighed against them. clock, and I am now thirty-three ! He had heard that I was coming on, • Eheu, fugaces, Posthume, Posthume,

and had left his letter for me at Bologna, Labuntur anni;

because the people with whom he was but I don't regret them so much for travelling could not wait longer. what I have done, as for what I might “ Of all I have ever known, he has have done.

always been the least altered in every

It was

little purpose.

thing from the excellent qualities and to his words: it was necessary to be kind affections which attached me to witness of certain moments, during him so strongly at school. I should whïch unforeseen and involuntary emohardly have thought it possible for so- tion forced him to give himself entirely ciety (or the world, as it is called) to up to his feelings; and whoever beheld leave a being with so little of the leaven him then, became aware of the stores of bad passions.

of sensibility and goodness of which his “ I do not speak from personal ex- noble heart was full. perience only, but from all I have ever “ Among the many occasions I had of heard of him from others, during ab- seeing him thus overpowered, I shall sence and distance.'

mention one relative to his feelings of On the subject of intimacies formed friendship. A few days before leaving by Lord Byron, not only at the period Pisa, we were one evening seated in the of which we are speaking, but through- garden of the Palazzo Lanfranchi. A out his whole life, it would be difficult soft melancholy was spread over his to advance any thing more judicious, or countenance ;-he recalled to mind the more demonstrative of a true knowledge events of his life; compared them with of his character, than is to be found in his present situation and with that which the following remarks of one who had it might have been if his affection for studied him with her whole heart, who me had not caused him to remain in had learned to regard him with the eyes Italy, saying things which would have of good sense, as well as of affection, made earth a paradise for me, but that and whose strong love, in short, was even then a presentiment that I should founded upon a basis the most creditable lose all this happiness tormented me. At both to him and herself,—the being able this moment a servant announced Mr. to understand him.*

Hobhouse. The slight shade of me“ We continued in Pisa even more lancholy diffused over Lord Byron's face rigorously to absent ourselves from so- gave instant place to the liveliest joy ; ciety. However, as there were a good but it was so great, that it almost demany English in Pisa, he could not prived him of strength. A fearful paleavoid becoming acquainted with various ness came over his cheeks, and his eyes friends of Shelley, among which number were filled with tears as he embraced was Mr. Medwin. They followed him in his friend. His emotion was so great his rides, dined with him, and felt them- that he was forced to sit down. selves happy, of course, in the apparent

“ Lord Clare's visit also occasioned intimacy in which they lived with so re- him extreme delight. He had a great nowned a man ; but not one of them affection for Lord Clare, and was very was admitted to any part of his friend- happy during the short visit that he paid ship, which, indeed, he did not easily him at Leghorn. The day on which they accord. He had a great affection for separated was a melancholy one for Shelley, and a great esteem for his cha- Lord Byron. I have a presentiment racter and talents; but he was not his that I shall never see him more,' he said, friend in the most extensive sense of and his eyes filled with tears. The same that word. Sometimes, when speaking melancholy came over him during the of his friends and of friendship, as also first weeks that succeeded to Lord of love, and of every other noble emo- Clare's departure, whenever his convertion of the soul, his expressions might sation happened to fall upon this inspire doubts concerning his sentiments friend.'' and the goodness of his heart. The Of his feelings on the death of his feeling of the moment regulated his daughter Allegra, this lady gives the speech, and besides, he liked to play following account:“ On the occasion the part of singularity,- and sometimes also of the death of his natural daughworse, more especially with those whom ter, I saw in his grief the excess of pahe suspected of endeavouring to make ternal tenderness. His conduct towards discoveries as to his real character; but this child was always that of a fond fait was only mean minds and superficial ther; but no one would have guessed observers that could be deceivea in him. from his expressions that he felt this afIt was necessary to consider his actions fection for her. He was dreadfully agito perceive the contradiction they bore tated by the first intelligence of her illo

* “ My poor Zimmerman, who now will un- ness; and when afterwards that of her derstand thee ?”—such was the touching speech death arrived, I was obliged to fulfil the deathbed, and there is implied in these few melancholy task of communicating it to words all that a nan of morbid zensibility must him. The memory of that frightful be dependent for upon the tender and self-for. moment is stamped indelibly on my mind. getting tolerance of the woman with whom he is

For several evenings he had not left his




house, I therefore went to him. His most of the details. Had full time been first question was relative to the courier allowed for the “over-light of his he had despatched for tidings of his imagination to have been tempered down daughter, and whose delay disquieted by the judgment which, in him, was him. After a short interval of suspense, still in reserve, the world at large would with every caution which my own sor- have been taught to pay that high horow suggested, I deprived him of all mage to his genius which those only hope of the child's recovery. • I under- who saw what he was capable of can stand,' said he,- it is enough, say no now be expected to accord to it.

A mortal paleness spread itself It was about this time that Mr. Cowover his face, his strength failed him, ell, paying a visit to Lord Byron at and he sunk into a seat. His look was Genoa, was told by him that some fixed, and the expression such that I friends of Mr. Shelley, sitting together began to fear for his reason; he did not one evening, had seen that gentleman, shed a tear, and his countenance mani- distinctly, as they thought, walk, into a fested so hopeless, so profound, so sub- little wood at Lerici, when at the same lime a sorrow, that at the moment he moment, as they afterwards discovered, appeared a being of a nature superior to he was far away, in quite a different dihumanity. He remained immovable in rection. « This," added Lord Byron, the same attitude for an hour, and no in a low, awe-struck tone of voice, consolation which I endeavoured to af. “ was but ten days before poor Shelley ford him seemed to reach his ears, far died." less his heart. But enough of this sad episode, on which I cannot linger, even after the lapse of so many years, with. With that thanklessness which too often out renewing in my own heart the awful waits on disinterested actions, it has been wretchedness of that day. He desired some times tauntingly remarked, and in to be left alone, and I was obliged to quarters from whence a more generous leave him. I found him on the follow- judgment might be expected, that, after ing morning tranquillized, and with an all, Lord Byron effected but little for expression of religious resignation on Greece: as if much could be effected by his features. • She is more fortunate a single individual, and in so short a than we are,' he said ; ' besides her po- time, for a cause which, fought as it has sition in the world would scarcely have been almost incessantly through the six allowed her to be happy. It is God's years since his death, has required will— let us mention it no more.' And nothing less than the intervention of all from that day he would never pronounce the great powers of Europe to give it a her name ; but became more anxious chance of success, and, even so, has not when he spoke of Ada, --so much so as yet succeeded. That Byron himself to disquiet himself when the usual ac- was under no delusion, as to the imcounts sent him were for a post or two portance of his own solitary aid-that he delayed.

knew, in a struggle like this, there must The melancholy death of poor Shel- be the same prodigality of means to·ley, which happened, as we have seen, wards one great end as is observable in also during this period, seems to have the still grander operations of nature, affected Lord Byron's mind less with where individuals are as nothing in the grief for the actual loss of his friend tide of events that such was his, at than with bitter indignation against once, philosophic and melancholy view those who had, through life, so grossly of his own sacrifices, I have, I trust, misrepresented him; and never certainly clearly shown. But that, during this was there an instance where the sup- short period of action, he did not do posed absence of all religion in an indi- well and wisely all that man could vidual was assumed so eagerly as an ex- achieve in the time, and under the circuse for the entire absence of truth and cumstances, is an assertion which the charity in judging him. Though never noble facts here recorded fully and tripersonally acquainted with Mr. Shelley, umphantly disprove. He knew that, I can join freely with those who most placed as he was, his measures, to be loved him in admiring the various ex. wise, must be prospective, and from the cellencies of his heart and genius, and nature of the seeds thus sown by him, lamenting the too early doom that robbed the benefi that were to be expected us of the mature fruits of both. His short must be judged. To reconcile the rude life had been, like his poetry, a sort of chiefs to the government and to each bright, erroneous dream, --false in the other ;—to infuse a spirit of humanity, general principles on which it proceed- by his example, into their warfare ;-10 ed, though beautiful and attaching in prepare the way for the employment of

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