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worthily paid the first sepulchral honours to the generous man who thus espoused their cause. The entire nation is clad in mourning, and the people and the army, in the train of the senate and magistrates, have solemnized his obsequies; as in modern times, and in another hemisphere, the countrymen of an Adams and a Franklin, celebrated those of the heroes of their independence. Poetry will seize upon so noble a theme. In all enlightened states, they, who dedicate their muse to magnanimous actions, will consecrate their most noble strains to the last deeds and to the memorable end of Lord Byron.
"For ourselves, we know how subject we all are to error and to weakness, in our actions as well as in our thoughts; let us leave to another age, and to other men, the painful task of exposing some faults, and of scrutinizing some deviations in the career of him who has never committed a crime-of him who sinned rather in abstaining from respecting some duties, but who at least never wished to tarnish that liberty, and degrade that social dignity, which all elevated minds entertain for all human-kind. This is what the writers of every age and of every nation are bound to honour with unanimous homage.
"Certain it is that France will not delay to reap this noble harvest. The muse which recorded the misfortunes of Parga,* and the poet of Messeniennes,† will here find a worthy subject for excellence-for the inspiration of new ideas, calculated to elevate the heart of man, and to excite him to great and generous deeds.
"I resided amongst the Greeks at the period when our triumphant eagles took, along the Hellenic coasts, a flight which was the signal for the awakening of a whole people. Then my feeble voice was heard among those which proclaimed to the descendants of Harmodius and Aristogiton, the first cry of deliverance and regeneration. I now offer my homage of respect and gratitude to the_memory of one of their benefactors. Far from being unworthily jealous of a glory which illustrates a country emulous of my own, I deposit my humble palm at the foot of the monument which a great genius has raised for posterity by the noble termination of his career."
Several anecdotes might be related of the generosity of Lord Byron, although he was one of those who wished
"To do good by stealth, and blush'd to find it fame."
Campbell, the author of the " Pleasures Hope," in the last number of the “New
recollection, also take up arms to conquer independence and honour-this cause, so just and so glorious, has been sufficient to animate generous hearts and vivid imaginations. All men, whose elevated minds pay to the Muses a homage worthy of them, have united their hopes and applauses in favour of a feeble, but courageous people, who are braving the danger of destruction, and paying with their blood the price of the liberty they adore. Poets, historians, authors, orators, all the children of genius, whose names enlight ened nations pronounce with pride, have consecrated a portion of their talents in honour of modern Greece. Their eulogies have saved these noble efforts from the opprobrium which is attached to impious or factious rebellions. But amongst all those illustrious characters, who has distinguished himself like Lord Byron? Who has equalled him-I will not say in his poetry, in his prose, or in his oratory; but in his sacrifices! Who, like him, in the full sway of his passions, in the flower of his age, in the bosom of luxury, of pleasure, and of a dignified retirement, could at once tear himself from the delights of life, from a voluptuous country, and proceed to a soil impoverished by despotism, and desolated by intestine war? He lands in Greece, to encourage the timid-to animate the brave-to consecrate his fortune to noble purposes and his genius to painful efforts; above all, to appease already rising dissensions, and to double, by union, the power of a people whose very existence is in danger. This is what has been done by Lord BySuch greatness of mind had no example; and hitherto it has had no imi
"Doubtless, at some future day, when victory shall have restored peace to Greece, and leisure to her hereditary genius at some future day, the Peloponnesus will again be the theatre of the panegyrics, the festivals, and the games of Delphi, of Nemea, and of Olympia, and the descendants of Pindar will re-awaken the lyre which celebrated the glory of the conquerors of Marathon, of Platæa, and of Salamis. Then the most harmonious of languages will consecrate the memory of the immortal poet who terminated his career by an act of illustrious devotion, as imperishable as the most beautiful of its own strains. Then, the posterity of Eschylus, and of Tyrtæus, of Themisto. cles, and of Aristides, will repeat chants which will ascend to Heaven, accompanied by the unanimous praises of a whole nation, grateful, as a free people
know how to be.
"Already have the inhabitants of Greece
M. C. de la Vigne.
Monthly Magazine," in a brief memoir of Byron, says, "Lord Byron resembled an ancient Greek in many points: as has been observed, he reminds us of those better days of Grecian story when valour bowed at the shrine of wisdom, and never appeared more engaging than when scattering incense over the tomb of genius. Enslaved and degraded as the Greeks have become, they are still the descendants of that wonderful race that first gave elevation to the human mind; and if there be one pageant more sublime than another, it is undoubtedly the funeral of an illustrious foreigner consigned to the tomb amidst scenes and associations such as exist in no other country-who merits the regrets he so spontaneously calls forth -whose pall is supported by warriors who hoped to have fought or fallen by his side whose bier is strewed with flowers, and his requiem chanted by the vestals of liberty, and his funeral knell answered by echoes that may have smote the ear of Socrates and Plato. That such a distinction awaits all that remains of the noble author of Childe Harold' we can as little doubt as that he richly deserved it. Even when a mere boy his Lordship was a perfect enthusiast in the cause of Greece. Again and again he braved all the perils of Turkish jealousy to linger amidst scenes which his youthful studies had taught him to revere he climbed Parnassus-swam the Hellespont-bathed his burning brow in the waters of Helicon-penned sublime verses on the plains of Marathon; and, in a word, resigned himself so completely to classic association, that he seemed a Greek in spirit, though a Briton in
With fragrance sweet as is their hue;
There is a name that will survive
On which a Poet's name is found,
THE waves that fall upon the strand
Again upon that lovely shore
That ever warmed the breast of man:
Yet not in vain did BYRON die
From home and scenes of youth afar:
Amid the clashing ranks of war,
Gives him fresh courage for the fight;
Shall nerve each heart with firmer zeal ;
FROM A POEM ENTITLED "RETRO-
BUT, hark!---a dreadful knell has met mine ear;
As ever, ev'n in Greece, by man was run.
When I took up my too presumptuous pen,
His intellectual part its home has sought;
Plant Cypress-trees around his hallow'd Urn ; In years to come, it shall be Freedom's Shrine, To which her Pilgrims shall with rev'rence
To pay the heart's pure homage---Would 'twere
To go on such a Pilgrimage---to spurn
Her loss---and Poet, Patriot, and Sage,
LINES ON LORD BYRON. "O1.what a noble mind is here o'erthrown." SHAKSPEARE.
BEST friend to sacred Freedom and the free,
We shall conclude with two original pieces with which we have been favoured, others have reached us for which we have no room.
ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON. (For the Mirror.
WEEP, weep ye nations of the earth,
Cease, cease ye birds of joyful notes,
Sun, Moon, and Stars, in heaven high,
Ye trees that tower aloft in pride,
Bow down your heads and weep, As willows bending o'er the brook, For England's Bard's asleep.
Ye flowers and herbs of various kinds,
ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON. (For the Mirror.)
THE harp of the Poet is silent in death (That harp which so oft with love's witchery rung,)
Ne'er again shall it waken in magical breath, Or sing in that grandeur which lately it sung. Yes, the bard has "fell pale" in a far, foreign land,
With "no mother to weep" o'er the patriot bier,
Tho' honour'd his corse by each freeman's command--
Tho' hallow'd his tomb by Achaia's cold tear. He has left all lonely in sorrow and sadness,
As the Sun shall depart when earth's reign is
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, 303.
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.
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.
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.