[Painted by Parris.]

DON JUAN AND JULIA.

[Engraved by Smith.]

DON JUAN, having lost his father in childhood, is educated by his mother a lady very learned and rather hypocritical. Her particular friend is a beautiful young woman, whose fondness for Juan as a child, becomes somewhat less unexceptionable as years roll on, and first youth, and then manhood stamps itself on his brow. The fair Julia first becomes aware of the nature of her feelings, and resolves to make every effort for their suppression.

"And if she met him, though she smiled no more,

She look'd a sadness sweeter than her smile,

As if her heart had deeper thoughts in store

She must not own, but cherished more the while

For that compression in its burning core."

She now resolves never to see Juan again, but finds occasion next day to call on his mother;

"And looked extremely at the opening door,
Which, by the virgin's grace, let in another;
Grateful she was, and yet a little sore-
Again it opens, it can be no other,

'Tis surely Juan now -"

What the "lady-mother mathematical" could have been about, not to perceive the danger of herself and friend, it is

hard to say.

"Whether it was she did not see, or would not,
Or, like all very clever people, could not."

DON JUAN AND JULIA.

"In the description of the struggles and workings of Donna Julia's mind, with respect to Don Juan, previous to their first and mutual transgression, the poet displays a most consummate knowledge of all the most subtile and refined self-delusions of the human heart. This is perhaps, the least objectionable part of the poem; since all who choose to avoid the beginnings of evil, the sceleris primordia—all who know the weakness of reason and the strength of passion, may profit by the catastrophe of this amour."

DON JUAN AND HAIDEE.

"TEDIOUS as a twice told tale," is the anticipated objection that checks our pen, when about to call the reader's attention to the subjects of our pictorial illustrations; and having had from our earliest youth the poetry of Lord Byron “familiar to our ear as household words," it would almost seem an impertinence to dwell on that which must be known to the reading world generally. We are relieved, however, from the dread that our task is useless by the conviction that as

"Through needle's eye it easier for the camel is

To pass, than Juan's Cantos into families,"

there are many young and pure eyes to whom the perusal of Byron's poetry, and of Don Juan, in particular, is forbidden; and we trust that, after admiring the lovely creatures on the opposite page, they may turn without a feeling of impatience to the explanation which is given of the subject.

Don Juan, a Spanish youth on his travels, is shipwrecked on one of the islands of the Cyclades, and, after sufferings which are fatal to all but himself, he is found on the sands, exhausted and insensible, by a young Greek girl and her attendant, by whom he is watched, and clothed, and nurtured back to life and health. The progress, and tragical termination of the attachment which springs up between "the beauty of the Cyclades" and the stranger, is described with pathos unattained, perhaps, in any other language, as the scene in which it is represented is unequalled in truth and majesty. There are few who have not felt the beauty of a twilight sea-beach; but Byron alone