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recollection, also take up arms to conquer worthily paid the first sepulchral honours independence and honour-this cause, so to the generous man who thus espoused just and so glorious, has been sufficient to their cause. The entire nation is clad in animate generous hearts and vivid imagi- mourning, and the people and the army, nations. All men, whose elevated minds in the train of the senate and magistrates, pay to the Muses a homage worthy of have solemnized his obsequies ; as in them, have united their hopes and ap- modern times, and in another hemisphere, plauses in favour of a feeble, but coura. the countrymen of an Adams and á geous people, who are braving the danger Franklin, celebrated those of the heroes of destruction, and paying with their of their independence. Poetry will seize blood the price of the liberty they adore. upon so noble a theme. In all enlightPoets, historians, authors, orators, all the ened states, they, who dedicate their muse children of genius, whose names enlight, to magnanimous actions, will consecrate ened nations pronounce with pride, have their most noble strains to the last deeds consecrated a portion of their talents in and to the memorable end of Lord Byron. honour of modern Greece. Their eulo- “For ourselves, we know how subject gies have saved these noble efforts from we all are to error and to weakness, in our the opprobrium which is attached to im- actions as well as in our thoughts ; let us pious or factious rebellions. But amongst leave to another age, and to other men, all those illustrious characters, who has the painful task of exposing some faults, distinguished himself like Lord Byron ? and of scrutinizing some deviations in Who has equalled him I will not say the career of him who has never comin his poetry, in his prose, or in his ora- mitted a crime of him who sinned rather tory; but in his sacrifices! Who, like in abstaining from respecting some duties, him, in the full sway of his passions, in but who at least never wished to tarnish the flower of his age, in the bosom of that liberty, and degrade that social digluxury, of pleasure, and of a dignified re- nity, which all elevated minds entertain tirement, could at once tear himself from for all human-kind. This is what the the delights of life, from a voluptuous writers of every age and of every nation country,
and proceed to a soil impoverished are bound to honour with unanimous by despotism, and desolated by intestine homage. war ? He lands in Greece, to encourage
“ Certain it is that France will not delay the timid--to animate the brave_to con- to reap this noble harvest. The muse secrate his fortune to noble purposes and which recorded the misfortunes of Parga, his genius to painful efforts ; above all, and the poet of Messeniennes, t will here to appease already rising dissensions, and find a worthy subject for excellence
for to double, by union, the power of a peo- the inspiration of new ideas, calculated ple whose very existence is in danger. to elevate the heart of man, and to excite This is what has been done by Lord By- him to great and generous deeds.
Such greatness of mind had no ex- “I resided amongst the Greeks at the ample; and hitherto it has had no imi. period when our triumphant eagles took,
along the Hellenic coasts, a flight which “ Doubtless, at some future day, when was the signal for the awakening of a victory shall have restored peace to Greece, whole people. Then my feeble voice was and leisure to her hereditary genius-at heard among those which proclaimed to some future day, the Peloponnesus will the descendants of Harmodius and Arisagain be the theatre of the panegyrics, the togiton, the first cry of deliverance and festivals, and the games of Delphi, of regeneration. I now offer my homage Nemea, and of Olympia, and the de- of respect and gratitude to the memory scendants of Pindar will re-awaken the of one of their benefactors. Far from lyre which celebrated the glory of the being unworthily jealous of a glory which conquerors of Marathon, of Platæa, and illustrates a country emulous of my own, of Salamis. Then the most harmonious I deposit my humble palm at the foot of of languages will consecrate the memory the monument which a great genius has of the immortal poet who terminated his raised for posterity by the noble terminacareer by an act of illustrious devotion, tion of his career. as imperishable as the most beautiful of Several anecdotes might be related of its own strains. Then, the posterity of the generosity of Lord Byron, although Eschylus, and of Tyrtæus, of Themisto. he was one of those who wished cles, and of Aristides, will repeat chants
“ To do good by stealth, and blush'd to find which will ascend to Heaven, accompanied by the unanimous praises of a whole nation, grateful, as a free people of Hope,” in the last number of the “ New
Campbell, the author of the “ Pleasures know how to be. “Already have the inhabitants of Greece
# M. C. de la Vigne.
* M. Viennet.
Monthly Magazine,” in a brief memoir of With fragrance sweet as is their hue ;
Upon thy shores the guitar's sound
Has joined the murmuring waves at even, ancient Greek in many points : as has And in a low, unearthly strain, been observed, he reminds us of those Has told of some far distant heaven better days of Grecian story when valour
Where comes not slavery or pain. bowed at the shrine of wisdom, and never
But, now thy armed sons disclaim
The tyrant's yoke, the Craven s name ; appeared more engaging than when scat- Now shun the guitar's peaceful tone tering incense over the tomb of genius. To hear the music of a groan, Enslaved and degraded as the Greeks And seek once more to render thee
The dwelling-place of Liberty. have become, they are still the descend. ants of that wonderful race that first gave
There is a name that will survive
Royalty's monumental stone, elevation to the human mind; and if
And, long as history can give there be one pageant more sublime than Deserved renown, must deathless live; another, it is undoubtedly the funeral of BYRON, it is thine own. an illustrious foreigner consigned to the
Greece was the subject of thy muse,
The object which by thee was loved tomb amidst scenes and associations such
The land that thou thyself didst choose as exist in no other country--who merits To be tuine ages resting-place: the regrets he so spontaneously calls forth
To finish there thy mortal race -whose pall is supported by warriors There, on that loved and classic ground,
Was thy young wish, and Death approved. who hoped to have fought or fallen by A monument to thee is reared, his side whose bier is strewed with On which a Poet's name is found, flowers, and his requiem chanted by By friends beloved, by despots feared ; the vestals of liberty, and his funeral That ever warmed the breast of man: knell answered by echoes that may have Alas! that genius must depart, smote the ear of Socrates and Plato. That life is but a span! That such a distinction awaits all that Yet not in vain did Byron die remains of the noble author of Childe From home and scenes of youth afar: Harold' we can as little doubt as that he For,
as a standard floating
Amid the clashing ranks of war, richly deserved it. Even when a mere Whene'er it meets the soldier's sight, boy his Lordship was a perfect enthu. Gives him fresh courage for the fight; siast in the cause of Greece. Again and
His name, if once in battle spoken,
Shall nerve each heart with firmer zeal ; again he braved all the perils of Turkish Whilst to each Greek it does betoken jealousy to linger amidst scenes which The friend that perished for his weal. his youthful studies had taught him to
TIMO. revere he climbed Parnassus-swam the Hellespont-bathed his burning brow in the waters of Helicon-penned sublime
FROM A POEM ENTITLED “ RETRO.
SPECTION." verses on the plains of Marathon; and, in a word, resigned himself so completely But, hark!.--a dreadful knell has met mine ear; to classic association, that he seemed a
It sounds of death.--it tolls the death of one,
Who had mark'd out as glorious a career Greek in spirit, though a Briton in
As ever, ev'n in Greece, by man was run. name.
Ev'n he, alike to Game and Freedom dear--
The noblest spirit of the World, is gone,
BYRON, ev'n he, lies passionless, and cold... GREECE---LORD BYRON,
As lifeless as Leonidas of old.
When I took up my too presumptuous pen, The waves that fall upon the strand
To trace those Stanzas, ah! I little thought Of exiled Glory's native land,
That ere I'd lay it down, that first of men, Receding, bear to distant climes
Should be reduced unto a thing of naught. The tales of deeds of former times;
“ We ne'er shall look upon his like again;" When they, the noble and the free,
His intellectual part its home has sought; Bled in the cause of liberty;
His soul unto its maker has arisen, And to their offspring left a name
“ This world to his great spirit was a Prison." Encircled by the wreath of fame.
Greece, keep his heart.--whilst living it was Again upon that lovely shore Was lately heard the battle's roar,
Plant Cypress-trees around his hallow'd Urn ; When, emulating deeds of yore,
In years to come, it shall be Freedom's Shrine, Each Grecian bondsman firmly stood,
To which her Pilgrims shall with rev'rence And sought his freedom with his blood ; --
turn. Then Turkish chains away were cast,
To pay the heart's pure liomage---Would 'twere And then, like echoes of the past,
mine Arose the shouts of victory,
To go on such a Pilgrimage---to spurn Arousing dull Thermopylæ,
All other hopes, there, 'mid that sacred gloom, That flung them on to Marathon :
To pass one lonely night by Byron's Tomb. Thus freedom's battle was begun,
But, oh! upon Mankind he has a claim; And shall it not by Greece be won?
Posterity shall turn to Hist'ry's page, Land of the lovely and the brave,
Which shall be brighten'd by the splendid name Upon thy heroes' verdant grave,
Of him, who was the wonder of this Age. Flowers, as of Eden, drop their dew,
Fair Liberty shall oft, aloud, proclaim And conscerate the air around
Her loss.--and Poet, Patriot, and Sage,
Shall mourn with her---and, ah! the Sisters We shall conclude with two original
Nine, Shall place green Chaplets round his sacred pieces with which we have been favoured, Shrine.
others have reached us for which we have
ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON, Weep, Greecel for the bard who sang freedom ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON.
80 sweetly, Who sooth'd the fierce soul by the touch of his
(For the Mirror. lyre, Has sunk down to rest in the midst of his glory, WEEP, weep ye nations of the earth, While he sigh'd for your land, and re-kindled In sack-cloth now be drest,
Throw ashes on your heads and mourn, Weep, England! thou rock, in the midst of the For England's "Bard's at rest. ocean,
Cease, cease ye birds of joyful notes,
For England's Bard is gone.
Sun, Moon, and Stars, in heaven higb, His sun rose majestic, his sky was unclouded, Your lustre fail to shed,
His course, for a season, ran gloriously on; Surround the globe in nigħt's dark cloud, But his sun set too soon and the poet enshrouded; For England's Bard has Aed. The radiance, the splendour, the proud soul
Ye trees that tower aloft in pride, are gone.
Bow down your heads and weep, Farewell to thee, Byron! but mem ry shall As willows bending o'er the brook, linger,
For England's Bard's asleep. And time rolling onward proclaim thy sweet lays;
Ye flowers and herbs of various kinds, And when Freedom's banners are flying---her
Your weeping now begin,
For his whose eye flash'd heavenly fire,
E. L. Shall point to thy grave, and rehearse thy past days.
ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON. LINES ON LORD BYRON.
(For the Mirror.) # 01. what a noble mind is here o'erthrown."
The harp of the Poet is silent in death
(That harp which so oft with love's witchery Best friend to sacred Freedom and the free,
rung,) Who shall, in terms deserving speak thy praise
Ne'er agaiu shall it waken in magical breath, What to thy manes can an offering be,
Or sing in that grandeur which lately it sung. Worthy at such a shrine its head to raise ?
Yes, the bard has " fell pale" in a sar, foreign Thy soul-inspiring muse alone could frame
land, A verse, to honour such a deathless name.
With “no mother to weep" o'er the patriot Yet would'st thou not despise my humble lay;
bier, The heart's warm incense of a virgin muse ; Tho' honour'd his corse by each freeman's comA glow-worm's taper, to refulgent day.-
mand... A speck thy sun-like glory'd not refuse ;
Tho'hallow'd his tomb by Achala's cold tear. Here at thy altar, then, I'd bow my head, He has left all lonely in sorrow and sadness, And, what adored while living, praise when
As the Sun shall depart when earth's reign is dead.
no more, Thine's not the fame, by battles earn'd,
He has left us in Spring without one thought of The blood-stained glory of a victor's name ;
gladness No! round the fire where Byron is inurn'd, To wean us away from the " Childe" or the No murderous record's seem to dim its flame;
“ Giaour." Bright as the cause in which thy life was plighted Ah, long shall the lyre hang mute in the hall, Clear as the pyre where freedom's torch is
Ere it soar in those strains that in “Lara” it lighted.
soar'd, Thou sought'st for knowledge in the ways of Ah, long shall it rest o'er the" canopied fall," death,
Ere it burst forth again as a conqueror's And early found it.--ere the usual span
sword. Of mortal life---relinquishing thy breath,
His name " for all time'' shall be wreathed with Eager to gain the secret, none will know, 'Till death's resistless hand has laid them low.
And to Britons be dear as their country and Thy philanthropic spirit glanc'd upon
kin--The mighty mass of suff'ring man,
and shame While the maid shall oft weep o'er his Haidee Lighted thine eyes, as they indign look'd on
unseen, The “ fantastic tricks" of those who dared to
Tho'they tell her the measure be woven in sin. claim A"right divine,” despotic rule to gain, And round a struggling world throw slav'ry's
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VOLUME THE THIRD.
ABBADONA, a Tale, 227.
BIOGRAPHY, SELECT, 14, 92, 123, 154,
Blackboy-Alley Gang, 55.
Blackheath Assembly, the, 8.
Blindness, Fashionable, 391.
Bowles, Rey. W.L., Lines by, 155.
Brock, Description of the Village of, 300.
Broke, Captain, Anecdotes of, 247.
Bubbles of 1719-20, 268.
Budgell, Eustace, Anecdote of, 85.
Burke, Anecdote of, 379.
Burns's Birth place, 247.
Mausoleum, Account of, 129.
But o'the Ben, Song, 52.
Butter, Methods of Making, 127, 223.
Recollections of, 417.
Scott's Character of, 377.
Tributes to the Memory of,
350, 357, 417.
Cade, Jack, Insurrection of; l.
Cairns, Welsh, 51.
Cards, Origin of, 211.
Carnival at Paris, the, 277.
Castle of Orcani, a Tale, 71, 94.
Builders, 26, 45.
Cataract of Lodore, the, 140.
Catches from the German, 238, 410.
Caxton, William, 194.
Chain-Bridge over the Thames, 309.
Charlotte, Princess, 22, 188.
Cheapside, Cross in, 193.
Child Saved, the, 360.
Chili, Entertainments in, 282.
Coals, Discovery and Use of, 277.
Comet, Lines on the, 153.
Concert, Amateur, 86, 105.
--, in Town, the First, 211.
Constitution, American, 253.
Cookey's Love-Letter, 228.
Corpulence, on, 103.
Coughs, Receipt for a, 127, 288.
Cromwell Lying in State, 273.
Grierson, Constantia, Life of, 231.
Grotto of St. Odille, 319.
Gwyn, Nell, Memoirs of, 207.
Hampstead Heath, a Sketch, 299.
Hands, on the Custom of Kissing, 67.
Hawkins, Sir John, Account of, 389.
Headly, Henry, Life of, 133, 156.
Heilan Heather, 403.
Hindoo Architect, a, 123. Festival, 258.
Hoax in Lisbon, 246.
Hot Rolls or St. Monday, 132.
Howling at Funerals, 35.
Human Life, Pulsations of, 304.
Huntingdon, Countess, Letter of, 163,
Husband, the, from the Greek, 180.
Imagination, Effects of, 68
Ingenuity, Minute, 383.
Ink, Indelible, Recipes for, 159.
Inquisition, Spanish, Secrets of the, 396.
Ireland, Ancient Police of, 104.
Stanzas on King's Voyage to, 199.
Irving, Rev. Edward, Character of, 12.
Jack of Newberry, Account of, 314.
James's Powder, Recipe for, 15.
Janet's Letter to the Editor, 75.
January, on the Month of, 53, 68.
Jenkins, Epitaph on Old, 245.
Jockie is grown a Gentleman, 326, 387.
Jones, Paul, Life of, 317, 335.
Kemble, Stephen, and the Jew, 287.
Kremlin at Moscow described, 113.
Lambeth, a Poem, 308. Church, 143.
Lament of Boxoma, the, 371.
Latour, Manbourg, Anecdote of, 160.
Leap-year, explanation of, 135.
Lee, Nathaniel, Anecdote of, 240.
Lent, or a Visit to Catholic Friends, 21.
Legislator, Humane, on a, 242, 274,
Life, Probabilities of, 111. In London, 173.
Lightning, Artificial, 362.
Lily, the, 202.
Lines to an Infant, 101.
presented with a rose, 405.
by a Lady to her Lord, 391
to a Young Lady, 158.
Lima, Theatre at, 283.
Lisbon, description of, 222, 364.
London Bridge, account of, 411.
Stone described, 1.
- Lyrics, 168.
at First Sight, 416.
Out of place, 133.
Letter of the 15th century, 399.
Lover, Lines to an altered, 74.
Luck in the Lottery, 120.
Madagascar Bat, thé, 374.
Maid of Baldock, the, 286.