CHAPTER XLVII.—GEORGE GORDON BYRON.—1788-1824. I.-Biographical. 1. As Scott retired from the field of poesy, England's muse began to inspire young Lord Byron. He was descended from a family whose name appears in the Doomsday Book of William the Conqueror, a family noted for its pride and loyalty. His father, who was a captain in the Guards, wasted his estate in dissipation, and died leaving a daughter and the subject of this notice. The poet's mother was Catherine Gordon, an only child and an heiress, although she sold what her husband left of her estate for about seventy-five pounds. Young Byron was only five years of age when his father died, and at ten he inherited the title and estates of his great-uncle, William, Lord Byron. He was placed under the care of a noble relative, who sent him to Harrow and to Trinity College, Cambridge. At nineteen he went to the family estate, known as Newstead Abbey, an old monastery granted to his ancestors by Henry the Eighth, and here he published his first poems, under the title of Hours of Idleness. The Edinburgh Review mercilessly criticised the young Lord, for which he took severe revenge in English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, a poetical satire as acrimonious as Pope's Dunciad, after which it was patterned. 2. Byron now left England, to travel in the countries of the Mediterranean. His travels are celebrated in Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, which at once made him famous. He returned to London, where he poured forth rapidly those Eastern tales The Giaour, The Bride of Abydos, The Corsair, and Lara, poems as gorgeous and impassioned as the Oriental productions of Moore and Southey. In his twenty-seventh year the poet married the only daughter of Sir Ralph Milbanke. The ten thousand pounds which a Giaour (jow'er), an infidel: a term applied by the Turks to disbelievers in the religion of Mahomet. she brought him were quickly squandered, and, not long after the birth of a daughter, the lady returned home, never to rejoin her husband. Byron left England soon after the separation from his wife, to take up his abode in Italy. On his way there he stopped in Brussels, where he penned the famous description, found in Canto III. of Childe Harold, of the breaking up of a ball in that city, by the opening of t II.-The Battle of Waterloo. The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! 2. Did ye not hear it?-No; 'twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! 3. Within a windowed niche of that high hall And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell: He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell. 4. Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, 5. And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, 6. And wild and high the "Camerons' gathering" rose! And Evan's, Donald's" fame rings in each clansman's ears! a Evan's, Donald's: Scottish chiefs. Sir Evan Cameron, Lord of Lochiel. His son Donald, called "The Gentle Lochiel," is the one referred to in Campbell's Lochiel's Warning. 7. And Ardennes" waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with Nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave,―alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foc, And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. 8. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, 9. At Geneva Byron wrote The Prisoner of Chillon, and at Venice there came from his pen such light or riotous poems as Beppo, Mazeppa, and Don Juan, in wild contrast with the passionate and reckless tragedies Manfred, Cain, The Two Foscari, and Sardanapalus. Manfred was suggested by the Faust of Goethe; and that great German said of Byron, "That singular intellectual poet has taken my Faust to himself, and extracted from it the strongest nourishment to his hypochondriac humor." The following is one of the best portions of this short dramatic poem: III.-Midnight Scene in Rome. 1. The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains.-Beautiful! a Ardennes. The battle was fought mostly in the wood of Soignies, a part of the ancient forest of Ardennes, celebrated in Tacitus, and immortalized in Shakspeare's drama As You Like It. I linger yet with Nature, for the night Than that of man; and in her starry shade I learned the language of another world. 2. I do remember me, that in my youth, 3. Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breach While Cæsar's chambers and the Augustan halls 4. And thou didst shine, thou rolling moon, upon |