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nature which disdained restraint even when restraint was most wholesome.

When at school, the tasks in which he excelled were those only which he 3 undertook voluntarily; and his situation as a young man of rank, with strong

passions, and in the uncontrolled enjoyment of a considerable fortyne, added to that impatience of strictures or coercion which was natural to him. As an Author, he refused to plead at the bar of criticism; as a man, he would not

submit to be morally amenable to the tribunal of public opinion. Remonstrances 1 d from a friend, of whose intentions and kindness he was secure, had often d great weight with him; but there were few who could venture on a task so

difficult. Reproof he endured with impatience, and reproach hardened him in his error,--so that he often resembled the gallant war-steed, who rushes forward on the steel that wounds him. In the most painful crisis of his private life he evinced this irritability and impatience of censure in such a degree, as almost to resemble the noble victim of the bull-fight, which is more maddened by the squibs, darts, and petty annoyances of the unworthy crowds beyond the lists, than by the lance of his nobler, and, so to speak, his more legitimate antagonist. In a word, much of that in which he erred was in bravado and scorn of his censors, and was done with the motive of Dryden's despot,

“To show his arbitrary power." It is needless to say that his was a false and prejudiced view of such ! a contest; and if the noble Bard gained a sort of triumph, by compelling

the world to read his poetry, though mixed with baser matter, because it was his, he gave in return an unworthy triumph to the unworthy, besides deep sorrow to those whose applause, in his cooler moments, he most valued.

It was the same with his politics, which on several occasions assumed a tone menacing and contemptuous to the constitution of his country; while, in fact, Lord Byron was in his own heart sufficiently sensible, not only of his privileges as a Briton, but of the distinction attending his high birth and rank, and was peculiarly sensitive of those shades which constitute what is termed the manners of a gentleman. Indeed, notwithstanding

his having employed epigrams and all the petty war of wit, when such I would have been much better abstained from, he would have been found, I had a collision taken place between the aristocratic parties in the State,

exerting all his energies in defence of that to which be naturally belonged. His own feeling on these subjects he has explained in the very last canto of Don Juan; and they are in entire harmony with the opinions which we have seen expressed in his correspondence, at a moment when matters appeared to approach a serious struggle in his native country.

We are not, however, Byron's apologists, for now, alas! he needs none. His excellencies will now be universally acknowledged, and his faults (let us hope and believe) not remembered in his epitaph. It will be recollected what a part he has sustained in British literature since the first appearance of Childe-Harold,- a space of nearly sixteen years. There has been no

reposing under the shade of his laurels, no living upon the resource of ! past reputation; none of that coddling and petty precaution, which little

authors call "taking care of their fame.” Byron let his fame take care of itself. His foot was always in the arena, his shield hung always in the lists; and although his own gigantic renown increased the difficulty of the struggle, since he could produce nothing, however great, which exceeded the public. estimates of his genius, yet he advanced to the honourable contest again and again and again, and came always off with distinction, almost always with complete triumph. As various in composition as Shakspeare himself (this will be admitted by all who are acquainted with his Don Juan) he has embraced every topic of human life, and sounded every string on the divine harp, from its slightest to its most powerful and heart-astounding tones. There is scarce a passion or a situation which has escaped his pen ; and he might be drawn, like Garrick, between the weeping and the laughing Muse, although his most powerful efforts have certainly been dedicated to Melpomene. His genius seemed as prolific as various. The most prodigal use did not exhaust his powers, nay, seemed rather to increase their vigour. Neither Childe Harold, nor any of the most beantiful of Byron's earlier tales, contain more exquisite morsels of poetry than are to be found scattered through the cantos of Don Juan, amidst verses which the author appears to have thrown off with an effort as spontaneous as that of a tree resigning its leaves to the wind. But that noble tree will never more bear fruit or blossom! It has been cut down in its strength, and the past is all that remains to us of Byron. We can scarce reconcile ourselves to the idea-scarce think that the voice is silent for ever, which, bursting so often on our ear, was often heard with rapturous admiration, sometimes with regret, but

regret, but always with the deepest interest:

All that's bright inust fade,

The brightest still the fleetest. With a strong feeling of awful sorrow we take leave of the subject. Death creeps upon our most serious as well as upon our most idle employments; and it is a reflection solemn and gratifying, that he found our Byron in no moment of levity, but contributing his fortune, and hazarding his life, in behalf of a people only endeared to him by their past glories, and as fellow-creatures suffering under the yoke of a heatheņ oppressor. To have fallen in a crusade for freedom and humanity, as in olden times it would have been an atonement for the blackest crimes, may in the present be allowed to expiate greater follies than even exaggerated calumny has propagated against Byron.

GOETHE UND BYRO N.

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Zwischen den beiden Dichtern bestand ein Verhältniss, durch dessen zarte Andeutung der Ueberlebende dem Abgeschiedenen ein würdiges Denkmal gesetzt hat.

“Der deutsche Dichter, bis ins hohe Alter bemüht die Verdienste früherer and mitlebender Männer sorgfältig und rein anzuerkennen, indem dies als das sicherste Mittel eigener Bildung von jeher betrachtete, musste wohl auch auf das grosse Talent des Lords, bald nach dessen erstem Erscheinen, aufmerksam werden, wie er denn auch die Fortschritte jener bedeutenden Leistungen und eines ununterbrochenen Wirkens unablässig begleitete. Hierbei war denn leicht zu bemerken, dass die allgemeine Anerkennung des dichterischen Verdienstes mit Vermehrung und Steigerung rasch auf einander folgender Productionen in gleichem Maase fortwuchs. Auch wäre die diesseitige frohe Theilnahme hieran höchst vollkommen gewesen, hätte nicht der geniale Dichter durch leiden-schaftliche Lebensweise und inneres Misbehagen sich selbst ein so geistreiches als gränzenloses Hervorbringen und seinen Freunden den reizenden

Genuss an seinem hohen Dascyn einigermassen verkümmert. Der deutsche Bewunderer jedoch, hierdurch nicht geirrt, folgte mit Aufmerksamkeit einem so 'seltenen Leben und Dichten in aller seiner Excentricität, die freilich um desto auffallender seyn muste, als ihres Gleichen in vergangenen Jahrhunderten nicht wohl zu entdecken gewesen und uns die Elemente zur Berechnung einer solchen Bahn völlig abgingen. Indessen waren die Bemühungen des Deutschen dem Engländer nicht unbekannt geblieben, der davon in seinen Gedichten unzweideutige Beweise darlegte, nicht weniger sich durch Reisende mit manchem freundlichen Gruss vernehmen lies. Sodann aber folgte, überraschend, gleichfalls durch Vermittlung, das Originalblatt einer Dedication des Trauerspiels Sardanapalus in den ehrenreichsten Ausdrücken und mit der freundlichen Anfrage, ob solche gedachtem Stück vorgedruckt werden könnte. Der deutsche mit sich selbst und seinen Leistungen im hohen Alter wohlbekannte Dichter durfte den Inhalt jener Widmung nur als Aeusserung eines trefflichen, hochfühlenden, sich selbst seine Gegenstände schaffenden, unerschöpflichen Geistes mit Dank und Bescheidenheit betrachten; auch fühlte er sich nicht unzufrieden, als, bei mancherlei Verspätung, Sardanapal ohne ein solches Vorwort gedruckt wurde, und fand sich schon glücklich im Besitz eines lithographirten Fac simile, zu höchst werthem Andenken. Doch gab der edle Lord seinen Vorsatz nicht auf, dem deutschen Zeit- und Geist-Genossen eine bedeutende Freundlichkeit zu erweisen; wie denn das Tranerspiel Werner ein höchst schätzbares Denkmal an der Stirne führt. Hiernach wird man denn wohl dem deutschen Dichtergreise zutrauen, dass er einen so gründlich guten Willen, welcher uns auf dieser Erde selten begegnet, von einem so hoch gefeierten Manne ganz unverhofft erfahrend, sich gleichfalls bereitete mit Klarheit und Kraft auszusprechen, von welcher Hochachtung er für seinen unübertroffenen Zeitgenossen durchdrungen, von welchem theilnehmenden Gefühl für ihn er belebt sey. Aber die Aufgabe fand sich so gross, und erschien immer grösser, jemehr man ihr näher trat; denn was soll man von einem Erdgebornen sagen, dessen Verdienste durch Betrachtung und Wort nicht zu erschöpfen sind ? Als daher ein junger Mann, Herr Sterling, angenehm von Person und rein von Sitten, im Frühjahr 1823 seinen Weg von Genua gerade nach Weimar nahm, und auf einem kleinen Blatte wenig eigenhändige Worte des verehrten Mannes als Empfehlung überbrachte, als nun bald darauf das Gerücht verlautete, der Lord werde seinen grossen Sinn, seine mannigfaltigen Kräfte, an erhabengefährliche Thaten über Meer verwenden, da war nicht länger zu zaudern und eilig nachstehendes Gedicht geschrieben:

Ein freundlich Wort kommt, eines nach dem andern,

Von Süden her und bringt uns frohe Stunden;
Es ruft uns auf zum Edelsten zu wandern,

Nicht ist der Geist doch ist der Fuss gebunden.
Wie soll ich dem, den ich so lang' begleitet,

Nun etwas Traulich's in die Ferne sagen?
Ihm, der sich selbst im Innersten bestreitet,

Stark angewohnt, das tiefste Weh zu tragen.
Wohl sey ihm doch, wenn er sich selbst empfindet!

Er wage selbst sich hochbeglückt zu nennen,
Wenn Musenkraft die Schmerzen überwindet;

Und wie ich ihn erkannt, mög' er sich kennen.
Weimar, den 22 Juny, 1823.

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Es gelangte nach Genua, fand ihn aber nicht mehr daselbst; schon war der treffliche Freund abgesegelt und schien einem jeden schon weit entfernt; durch Stürme jedoch zurückgehalten, landete er in Livorno, ihn das herzlich gesendete gerade noch traf, um es im Augenblicke seiner Abfahrt, den 24 July 1823, mit einem reinen schön-gefühlten Blatt erwiedern zu können; als werthestes Zeugniss eines würdigen Verhältnisses unter den kostbarsten Documenten vom Besitzer aufzubewahren. So sehr

nun ein solches Blatt erfreuen und rühren und zu der schönsten Lebenshoffnung aufregen musste, so erhält es gegenwärtig durch das unzeitige Ableben des hohen Schreibenden den grössten schmerzlichsten Werth, indem es die allgemeine Trauer der Sitten- und Dichterwelt über seinen Verlust für uns leider ganz insbesondere schärft, die wir nach vollbrachtem grossen Bemühen hoffen durften, den vorzüglichsten Geist, den glücklich erworbenen Freund und zugleich den menschlichsten Sieger, persönlich zu begrüssen. Nun aber erhebt uns die Ueberzeugung, dass seine Nation, aus dem, theilweise gegen ihn aufbrausenden, tadelnden, scheltenden Taumel plötzlich zur Nüchternheit erwachen und allgemein begreifen werde, dass alle Schalen und Schlacken der Zeit und des Individuums, durch welche sich auch der beste hindurch und heraus zu arbeiten hat, nur augenblicklich, vergänglich und hinfällig gewesen, wogegen der staunungswürdige Ruhm, zu dem er sein Vaterland für jetzt und künftig erhebt, in seiner Herrlichkeit gränzenlos und in seinen Folgen unberechenbar bleibt. Gewiss, diese Nation, die sich so vieler grosser Namen rühmen darf, wird ihn verklärt zu denjenigen stellen, durch die sie sich immerfort selbst zu ehren hat."

LORD BYRON'S LAST LINES.

"Tis time this heart should be unmoved

Since others it has ceased to move; Yet, though I cannot be beloved,

Still let me love,

The sword, the banner, and the field,

Glory and Greece around us see ;
The Spartan borne upon his shield

Was not more free.

My days are in the yellow leaf; Awake! not Greece-she is awake!

The flowers and fruits of love are gone: Awake my spirit-think through whom The worm, the canker and the grief, My life-blood tastes its parent lake Are mine alone.

And then strike home!

The fire that in my bosom preys

Is like to some volcanic isle;
No torch is kindled at his blaze-

A funeral pile.
The hope, the fears, the jealous care,

The exalted portion of the pain
And power of love I cannot share,

But wear the chain.

I tread reviving passions down,

Unworthy Manhood – unto thee
Indifferent should the smile or frown

Of beauty be.
If thou regret thy youth-why live?

The land of honourable death
Is here-up to the field, and give

Away thy breath!
Seek out-less often sought than found-

A soldier's grave, for thee the best;
Then look around, and choose thy ground,

And take thy rest.
Missolunghi, February, 1824.

But 'tis not here-it is not here

Such thoughts should shake my soul,

nor now

Where glory seals the hero's bier,

Or binds his brow.

CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.

A ROM A U N T.

L'univers est une espèce de livre dont on n'a lu que la première page, quand on n'a

vu que son pays. J'en ai feuilleté un assez grand nombre, que j'ai trouvé également
mauvaises. Cet examen ne m'a point été infructueux. Je haïssais ma patrie.
Toutes les impertinences des peuples divers, parmi lesquels j'ai vécu , 'm'ont
réconcilié avec elle. Quand je n'aurais tiré d'autre bénéfice de mes voyages que
celui-là, je n'en regretierais ni les frais, ni les fatigues.

LK CosnoPOLITE,

PRE FACE. Tax following Poem was written, for the The stanza of Spenser, according to one of most part, amidst the scenes which it attempts our most successful poets, admits of every to describe. It was begun in Albania, and variety. Dr. Beattie makes the following the parts relative to Spain and Portugal were observation: “Not long ago I began a poem composed from the author's observations in in the style and stanza of Spenser, in which those countries. Thus much it may be neces- I propose to give full scope to my inclination, sary to state for the correctness of the descrip- and be either droll or pathetic, descriptive tions. The scenes attempted to be sketched or sentimental, tender or satirical, as the are in Spain, Portugal, Epirus, Acarnania, humour strikes me; for, if I mistake not, and Greece. There for the present the poem the measure which I have adopted admits stops : its reception will determine whether equally of all these kinds of compositions." the author may venture to conduct his read- Strengthened in my opinion by such authoriers to the capital of the East, through lonia ty, and by the example of some in the highest and Phrygia: these two cantos are merely order of Italian poets,I shall make no apology experimental

for attempts at similar variations in the folA fictitious character is introduced for the lowing composition; satisfied that, if they sake of giving some connexion to the piece, are unsuccessful, their failure must be in the which, however, makes no pretention to re-execution, rather than in the design sanctiongularity. It has been suggested to me by ed by the practice of Ariosto, Thomson, and friends, on whose opinions I set a high value,

Beattie. that in this fictitious character, “Childe Ha

ADDITION TO THE PREFACE, rold,” I may incur the suspicion of having ical journals have distributed their usual

I have now waited till almost all our periodintended some real personage: this I beg Irave, once for all, to disclaim-Harold is portion of criticism. To the justice of the the child of imagination, for the purpose I generality of their criticisms I have nothing have stated. In some very trivial particn- to object; it would ill become me to quarrel lars, and those merely local, there might be with their very slight degree of censure, grounds for such a notion ; but in the main when, perhaps, if they had been less kind points, I should hope, none whatever.

they had been more candid. Returning, there

fore, to all and each my best thanks for their It is almost snperfluous to mention that liberality, on one point alone shall I venture the appellation “Childe," as "Childe Wa- an observation. Amongst the many objections ters, "«Childe Childers,” is used as more con- justly urged to the very indifferent character sonant with the old structure of versifica- of the “vagrant Childe” (whom, notwithtion which I have adopted. The “Good standing many hints to the contrary, I still Night,” in the beginning of the first canto, maintain to be a fictitious personage), it has was suggested by “Lord Maxwell's Good been stated, that besides the anachronism, Night," in the Border Minstrelsy, edited by he is very unknightly, as the times of the Mr. Scott.

Knights were times of love, honour, and so With the different poems which have been forth. Now it so happens that the good old published on Spanish subjects, there may be times, when “l'amour du bon vieux tems, l'afound some slight coincidence in the first mour antique" flourished, were the most part, which treats of the Peninsula, but it profligate of all possible centuries. Those can only be casual; as, with the exception who have any doubts on this subject may conof a few concluding stanzas, the whole of sult St. Palaye, passim, and more particuthis poem was written in the Levant. larly vol. 1. page 69. The vows of chivalry

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