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lation. It was Antonio, his slave, a native of Java, who had accompanied Camoëns to Europe, after having rescued him from the waves, when shipwrecked at the mouth of the Mecon. This faithful attendant was wont to seek alms throughout Lisbon, and at night shared the produce of the day with his poor and brokenhearted master. But his friendship was employed in vain. Camoëns sank beneath the pressure of penury and disease, and died in an alms-house, early in the year 1579.-Strangford.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past

For years flieet away with the wings of the doveThe dearest remembrance will still be the last, Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.

(1) The circumstances which lent so peculiar an interest to Lord Byron's introduction to the family of Chaworth are sufficiently explained in his Life, by Moore. "The young lady herself combined," says the writer," with the many worldly advantages that encircled her, much personal beauty, and a disposition the most amiable and attaching. Though already fully alive to her charms, it was at this period (1804) that the young poet seems to have drunk deepest of that fascination whose effects were to be so lasting; six short weeks which he passed in her company being sufficient to lay the foundation of a feeling for all life. With the summer holidays ended this dream of his youth. He saw Miss Chaworth once more in the succeeding year, and took his last farewell of her on that hill near Annesley, which, in his poem of The Dream, he describes so happily as crowned with a peculiar diadem.'" In August, 1805, she was married to John Musters, Esq.; and died at Wiverton Hall, in February, 1832, in consequence, it is believed, of the alarm and danger to which she had been exposed during the sack of Colwick Hall by a party of rioters from Nottingham. The unfortunate lady had been in

FRAGMENT,

WRITTEN SHORTLY AFTER THE MARRIAGE OF MISS
CHAWORTH.

HILLS of Annesley, bleak and barren,

Where my thoughtless childhood stray'd,
How the northern tempests, warring,
Howl above thy tufted shade!

Now no more, the hours beguiling,
Former favourite haunts I see;
Now no more my Mary smiling
Makes ye seem a heaven to me. (1)

1805.

TO THE DUKE OF DORSET. (2)

DORSET! whose early steps with mine have stray`d,
Exploring every path of Ida's glade;
Whom still affection taught me to defend,
And made me less a tyrant than a friend,
Though the harsh custom of our youthful band
Bade thee obey, and gave me to command ; (3)
Thee, on whose head a few short years will shower
The gift of riches and the pride of power;
E'en now a name illustrious is thine own,
Renown'd in rank, not far beneath the throne.
Yet, Dorset! let not this seduce thy soul
To shun fair science, or evade control;

(2) In looking over my papers to select a few additiona' poems for this second edition, I found the above lines, which I had totally forgotten, composed in the summer of 1805, a short time previous to my departure from Harrow. They were addressed to a young schoolfellow of high rank, who had been my frequent companion in some rambles through the neighbouring count y; however, he never saw the lines, and most probably never wil. As, on a re-perusal, I found them not worse than some other pieces in the collection, I have now published them, for the first time, after a slight revision.

[George-John-Frederick, fourth Duke of Dorset, born November 15, 1793. This amiable nobleman was killed by a fall from his horse, while hunting near Dublin, February 22, 1815, being on a visit at the time to his mother, the duchess dowager, and her second husband, Charles Earl of Whitworth, then Lord Lieutenant of Ireland.— E.]

(3) At every public school, the junior boys are completely subservient to the upper forms, till they attain a seat in the higher classes. From this state of probation,very properly, no rank is exempt; but, after a certain period, they command in turn those who succeed.

ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS AT A GREAT
PUBLIC SCHOOL. (1)

WHERE are those honours, Ida! once your own,
When Probus (2) fill'd your magisterial throne?
As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace,
Hail'd a barbarian in her Cæsar's place,
So you, degenerate, share as hard a fate,
And seat Pomposus (3) where your Probus sate.
Of narrow brain, yet of a narrower soul,
Pomposus holds you in his harsh control;
Pomposus, by no social virtue sway'd,
With florid jargon, and with vain parade;
With noisy nonsense, and new-fangled rules,
Such as were ne'er before enforced in schools.
Mistaking pedantry for learning's laws,
He governs, sanction'd but by self-applause.
With him the same dire fate attending Rome,
Il-fated Ida! soon must stamp your doom:
Like her o'erthrown, for ever lost to fame,
No trace of Science left you, but the name.

July, 1805.

GRANTA. A MEDLEY.

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“ 'Αργυρέαις λόγχαισι μαχου καὶ πάντα κρατήσαις;”

OH! Could Le Sage's (4) demon's gift

Be realized at my desire,

This night my trembling form he 'd lift
To place it on St. Mary's spire.

Then would, unroofd, old Granta's halls
Pedantic inmates full display;
Fellows who dream on lawn or stalls,
The price of venal votes to pay.

Then would I view each rival wight,
Petty and Palmerston survey;

by the death of the Duke of Dorset. We were at school together, and there I was passionately attached to him. Since, we have never met, but once, I think, since 1805 -- and it would be 1 paltry affectation to pretend that I had any feeling for him worth the name. But there was a time in my life when this event would have broken my heart; and all I can say for it now is, that it is not worth breaking. The recollection of what I once felt, and ought to have felt now, but could not, set me pondering, and finally into the train of thought which you have in your hands." Byron's Letters, 1818. — The verses referred to were those melancholy ones, beginning,

"There's not a joy the world can give, like that it takes away."- E.

(1) In March, 1805, Dr. Drury retired from his situation of head-master at Harrow, and was succeeded by Dr. Butler.

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(2) Dr. Drury, whom I plagued sufficiently, was the best, the kindest (and yet strict too) friend I ever had; and I look upon him still as a father." - Diary.

(3) "At Harrow I was a most unpopular boy, but led latterly, and have retained many of my school friendships, and all my dislikes except to Dr. Butler, whom I treate drebelliously, and have heen sorry ever since."― Diary.

The reconciliation which took place between him and Dr. Butler, before his departure for Greece, in 1809, is one of those instances of placability and pliableness with which

Who canvass there with all their might,
Against the next elective day. (5)

Lo! candidates and voters lie (6)

All lull'd in sleep, a goodly number :
A race renown'd for piety,

Whose conscience won't disturb their slumber.

Lord H, (7) indeed, may not demur;
Fellows are sage reflecting men:
They know preferment can occur

But very seldom,—now and then.
They know the Chancellor has got

Some pretty livings in disposal :
Each hopes that one may be his lot,

And therefore smiles on his proposal.

Now from the soporific scene

I'll turn mine eye, as night grows later,
To view, unheeded and unseen,

The studious sons of Alma Mater.
There, in apartments small and damp,
The candidate for college prizes
Sits poring by the midnight lamp;
Goes late to bed, yet early rises.

He surely well deserves to gain them,
With all the honours of his college,
Who, striving hardly to obtain them,
Thus seeks unprofitable knowledge :
Who sacrifices hours of rest

To scan precisely metres Attic;
Or agitates his anxious breast

In solving problems mathematic:
Who reads false quantities in Seale, (8)
Or puzzles o'er the deep triangle;
Deprived of many a wholesome meal;

In barbarous Latin (9) doom'd to wrangle :

his life abounded. Not content with this private atonement to the Doctor, it was his intention, had he published another edition of the Hours of Idleness, to substitute, for the offensive verses against that gentleman, a frank avowal of the wrong he had been guilty of in giving vent to them." - Moore.

(4) The Diable Boiteux of Le Sage, where Asmodeus, the demon, places Don Cleofas on an elevated situation, and unroofs the houses for inspection.

(5) On the death of Mr. Pitt, in January, 1806, Lord Henry Petty and Lord Palmerston were candidates to represent the University of Cambridge in Parliament.-E.

(6) The fourth and fifth stanzas ran, in the private volume, thus:

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"One on his power and place depends,
The other on the Lord knows what!
Each to some eloquence pretends,

Though neither will convince by that.
"The first, indeed, may not demur;

Fellows are sage reflecting men," etc.- E.

(7) Edward-Harvey Hawke, third Lord Hawke. — E. (8) Seale's publication on Greek Metres displays considerable talent and ingenuity, but, as might be expected in so difficult a work, is not remarkable for accuracy.

(9) The Latin of the schools is of the canine species, and not very intelligible.