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wolt, but not so mountainous—at least, the Jura, not ap- entrance and bridge something like that of Durham) Dearing so, after the Bernese Alps. Reached Yverdun which commands by far the fairest view of the Lake of in the dusk; a long line of large trees on the border of Geneva ; twilight; the moon on the lake; a grove on the the lake ; fine and sombre; the Auberge nearly full—a height, and of very noble trees. Here Tavernier (the German Princess and suite; got rooms.

eastern traveller) bought (or built) the chateau, because

the site resembled and equalled that of Erivan, a fiontier

"September 29. city of Persia; here he finished his voyages, and I this Passed through a fine and flourishing country, but not little excursion--for I am within a few hours of Diodati mountainous. Jo the evening reached Aubonne, (the and have little more to see, and no more to say."

EXTRACTS FROM A JOURNAL

IN ITALY.

moments.

*Ravenna, January 4, 1821. * Wrote five letters in about half an hour, short and "A sudden thought strikes me.' Let me begin a savage, to all my rascally correspondents. Carriage Journal once more. The last I kept was in Switzerland, came. Heard the news of three murders at Faenza and in record of a tour made in the Bernese Alps, which i Forli-a carabinier, a smuggler, and an attorney—all last made to send to my sister in 1816, and I suppose that she night. The first two in a quarrel, the latter by prema has it still, for she wrote me that she was pleased with ditation.* it Another, and longer, I kept in 1813-1814, which I * Three weeks ago—almost a month-theith it wasgave to Thomas Moore in the same year.

I picked up the Commandant, mortally wounded, out of “This morning I gat me up late, as usual-weather the street; he died in my house ; assassins unknown, but bad-bad as England-worse. The snow of last week presumed political. His brethren wrote from Rome last melting to the sirocco of to-day, so that there were two night to thank me for having assisted him m his last dhe things at once. Could not even gel to ride on

Poor fellow! it was a pity; he was a good norseback in the forest. Stayed at home all the morning soldier, but imprudent. It was eight in the evening when -looked at the fire-wondered when the post would they killed him. We heard the shot ; my servants and I come. Post came at the Ave Maria, instead of half-past ran out, and found him expiring, with five wounds, two one o'clock, as it ought. Galignani's Messengers, six in whereof mortal—by slugs they seemed. I examined him, number—a letter from Faenza, but none from England. but did not go to the dissection next morning. Very sulky in consequence, (for there ought to have been "Carriage at 8 or so—went to visit La Contessa G.letters,) and ate in consequence a copious dinner; for found her playing on the piano-forte-talked till ten, when when I am vexed, it makes me swallow quicker-but the Count, her father, and the no less Coun, her brother, drank very little.

came in from the theatre. Play, they said, Alfieri's "I was out of spirits-read the papers-thought what Filippo-well received. fame was, on reading, in a case of murder, that 'Mr.

"Two days ago the King of Naples passed through Wych, grocer , at Tunbridge, sold some bacon, four

, Bologna on his way to congress. My servant Luigi cheese, and, it is believed, some plums, to some gipsy lamp. How will it end? Time will show.

I had sent him to Bologna for a woman accused. He had on his counter (I quote faithfully) a book, the Life of Pamela, which he was tearing and weather are conformable, mean to ride to-morrow.

“Came home at eleven, or rather before. If the road for waste paper, &c. &c. In the cheese was found, &c. and a leaf of Pamela wrupped round the bacon. Whai High time-almost a week at this work-snow, sirocco, would Richardson, the vainest and luckiest of living But the two seasons, last and present, are extraordinary,

one day—frost and snow the other-sad climate for Italy. authors (i. e. while alive)-he who, with Aaron Hill, used to prophesy and chuckle over the presumed fall of Read a Life of Leonardo da Vinci by Rossi-ruminated Fielding (the prose Homer of human nature) and of wrote this much, and will go to bed. Pope (the most beautiful of poets)—what would he have said could he have traced his pages from their place on

" January 5, 1921. the French prince's toilets (see Boswell's Johnson) to the and dense. Snow on the ground, and sirocco above in

* Rose late-dull and droopins--the weather dripping grocer's counter and the gipsy-murderess's bacon!!! “What would he have said ? what can any body say,

the sky, like yesturday. Roads up to the horse's belly ave what Soloinon said long before us ? After all, it so that riding (at least for pleasure) is not very feasible. is laut passing from one counter to another, from the book- Added a postcript to my letter to 'Murray. Read the seller's to the other tradesman's—grocer or pastry-conk.

conclusion, for the fiftieth time (I have read all W. Scott's Por my part, I have met with most poetry upon trunks; novels at least fifty times) of the third series of Tales of so that I am apt to consider the trunk-maker as the sex. my Landlord,'-grand work-Scotch Fielding, as well as bun of authorship

• Que Leller 466, &c.

great English poet-wonderful man! I long to get drunk and cry, neither of which is now a very easy matter-a1 with him.

least, for a player to produce in me. - Dived versus six o' the clock. Forgot that there was “Thought of the state of women under the ancient a plumpudding, (I have added, lately, eating to my Greeks-convenient enough. Present state, a remnant 'family of vices,') and had dined before I knew it. of the barbarism of the chivalry and feudal ages-artifiDrank half a bottle of some sorts of spirits-probably cial and unnatural. They ought to mind nome--and be spirits of wine ; for, what they call brandy, rum, &c. &c. well fed and clothed--but not mixed in society. Well here is nothing but spirits of wine, coloured accordingly. educated, too, in religion—but to read neither poetry nor Did not eat two apples, which were placed, by way of politics-nothing but books of piety and cookery. Music dessert. Fed the two cats, the hawk, and the tame (but-drawing—dancing—also a little gardening and plough. not tamed) crow. Read Mitford's History of Greece, ing now and then. I have seen them mending the road Xcnophon's Retreat of the Ten Thousand. Up to this in Epirus with good success. Why not, as well as hay present moment writing, 6 minutes before 8 o'the clock making and milking? -French hours, not Italian.

"Came home, and read Mitford again, and played with “ Hear the carriage-order pistols and great coat, as my mastiff-gave him his supper. Made another read. usual-necessary articles. Weather cold-carriage open, ing to the epigram, but the turn the same. To-night a! and inhabitants somewhat savage-rather treacherous the theatre, there being a prince on his throne in the last and highly inflamed by politics. Fine fellows, though— scene of the comedy, the audience laughed, and asked good materials for a nation. Out of chaos God made a him for a Constitution. This shows the state of the pub world, and out of high passions comes a rarple.

lic mind here, as well as the assasinations. It won't do. "Clock strikes-going out to make love. Somewhat There must be a universal republic, -and there ought perilous, but not disagreeable. Memorandum—a new to be. screen put up to-day. It is rather antique, but will do " The crow is lame of a leg--wonder how it happened with a little repair.

-some fool trod upon his toe, I suppose. The falcon "Thaw continues-hopeful that riding may be practi. pretty brisk—the cats large and noisy—the monkeys I caple to-morrow. Sent the papers to All-grand events have not looked to since the cold weather, as they suffer coming

by being brought up. Horses must be gay-get a ride as "11 o'the clock and nine minutes. Visited La Con- soon as weather serves. Deused muggy still-an Italian lossa G. Nata G. G. Found her beginning my letter of winter is a sad thing, but all the other seasons are charm answer to the thanks of Alessio del Pinto of Rome for ing. assisting his brother the late Commandant in his last "What is the reason that I have been, all my lifetime moments, as I had begged her to pen my reply for the more or less ennuyé ? and that, if any thing, I am rather purer Italian, I being an ultra-montane, little skilled in less so now than I was at twenty, as far as my recoilec the set phrase of Tuscany. Cut short the letter-finish tion serves? I do not know how to answer this, but preit another day. Talked of Italy, patriotism, Alfieri, sume that it is constitutional—as well as the waking in Madame Albany, and other branches of learning. Also low spirits, which I have invariably done for many years. Sallust's Conspiracy of Catiline, and the war of Jugurtha. Temperance and exercise, which I have practised at At 9 came in her brother, Il Conte Pietro-at 10, her times, and for a long time together vigorously and via father, Conte Ruggiero.

lently, made little or no difference. Violent passions did ; “ Talked of various modes of warfare—of the Hun- —when under their immediate influence—it is odd, buigarian and Highland modes of broadsword exercise, in I was in agitated, but not in depressed spirits. both wi'ereof I was once a moderate master of fence.' “A dose of salts has the effect of a temporary inebria. Settled wat the R. will break out on the 7th or 8th of tion, like light champaign, upon me. But wine and spirits March, in which appointment I should trust, had it not make me sullen and savage to ferocity-silent, however been settled that it was to have broken out in October, and retiring, and not quarrelsome, if not spoken to. Swim1820. But those Bolognese shirked the Romagnuoles. ming also raises my spirits,—but in general they are low,

“'It is all one to Ranger. One must not be parti- and get daily lower. That is hopeless ; for I do not think cular, but take rebellion when it lies in the way. Came I am so much ennuyé as I was at nineteen. The proof home-read the 'Ten Thousand again, and will go to is, that then I must game, or drink, or be in motion of

some kind, or I was miserable. At present, I can mope “Mem.-Ordered Fleicher (at four o'clock this after- in quietness; and like being alone better than any comnoon) 10 copy out 7 or 8 apophthegms of Bacon, in which pany-except the lady's whom I serve. But I feel a I have detected such blunders as a schoolboy might de- something, which makes me think that, if I ever reach rect, rather than commit. Such are the sages! What near to old age, like Swift, 'I shall die at top' first. must they be, when such as I can stumble on their mis- Only I do not dread idiotism or madness so much as he takes or mistatements ? I will go to bed, for I find that I did. On the contrary, I think some quieter stages of both grow cynical.

must be preferable to much of what men think the pos.

session of their senses.

“ January 6, 1821. “ Mist—thaw-slop-rain. No stirring out on horse

January 7, 1821, Sunday. back. Read Spence's Anecdotes. Pope a fine fellow- "Still rain-mist-snow-drizzle-and all the incalalways thought him so. Corrected blunders in nine apo- culable combinations of a climate, where heat and cold phthegms of Bacon-all historical and read Mitford's struggle for mastery. Read Spence, and turned over Greece. Wrote an epigram. Turned to a passage in Roscoe, to find a passage I have not found. Read the Guinguenéditto, in Lord Holland's Lope de Vega. 4th vol. of W. Scott's second series of • Tales of my Wrote a note on Don Juan.*

Landlord.' Dined. Read the Lugano Gazette. Read * At eight went out to visit. Heard a little music--I forget what. At 8 went to conversazione. Found like music. Talked with Count Pietro G. of the Italian there the Countess Geltrude, Betti V. and her husband. comedian Vestris, who is now at Rome—have seen him and others. Pretty black-eyed woman that—only twentyoften aci in Venice-a good actor—very. Somewhat of two-same age as Teresa, who is prettier, though. a mannerist ; but excellent in broad comedy, as well as in “ The Count Pietro G. took me aside to say that the sentimental pathetic. He has made me frequently laugh | Patriots have had notice from Forli (twenty miles off)

that to-night the government and its party mean to strike la stroke-that the Cardinal here has had orders to make

bed.

• Don Juan. note 9th to Canto V

one.

several arrests immediately, and that, in consequence of the Ncapolitans, and the fierce spirit of the Liberals here. the Liberals are arming, and have posted patrols in the The truth is, that * * cares for little but his place (which streets, to sound the alarm and give notice to fight for it. is a good one) and wishes to play pretty with both parties. .

He asked me 'what should be done ??-I answered, He has changed his mind thirty times these last three fight for it, rather than be taken in detail;' and offered, moons, to my knowledge, for he corresponds with me. if any of them are in immediate apprehension of arrest, But he is not a bloody fellow-only an avaricious one. to receive them in my house, (which is defensible,) and to " It seems that, just at this moment (as Lydia Languish defend them, with my servants and themselves, (we have says) there will be no elopement after all. I wish that I arms and ammunition,) as long as we can,--.vr to try to had known as much last night—or, rather, this morningget them away under cloud of night. On going home, 1 I should have gone to bed two hours earlier. And yet I offered him the pistols which I had about me—but he ought not to complain; for, though it is a sirocco, and refused; but said he would como off to me in case of acci- heavy rain, I have not ymuned for these two days. dents.

"Carne home-read History of Greece-before dinner "It wants half an hour of midnight, and rains ;-as had read Walter Scott's Rob Roy. Wrote address to the Gibbet says, 'a fine night for their enterprise-dark as letter in answer to Alessio del Pinto, who has thanked me bell, and blows like the devil.' If the row do n't happen for helping his brother (the late Commandant, murdered Pono, it must soon. I thought that their system of shoot- here last month) in his last moments. Have told him I in: people would soon produce 'a reaction—and now it only did a duty of humanity—as is true. The brother seems coming I will do what I can in the way of com- lives at Rome. tat, though a little out of exercise. The cause is a good “Mended the fire with some 'sgobole,' (a Romagnuolo

word,) and gave the falcon some water. Drank some “ Turned over and over half a score of books for the Seltzer-water. Mem.-received in-day a print, or etching passage in question, and can't find it. Expect to hear of the story of Ugolino, by an Italian painter--different, of the drum and the musketry momently (for they swear to course, from Sir Joshua Reynolds's, and I think (as far as resist, and are right)—but I hear nothing, as yet, save the recollection goes) no worse

, for Reynolds is not good in plash of the rain and the gusts of the wind at intervals. history. Tore a button in my new coat. Don't like to go to bed, because I hate to be waked, and "I wonder what figure these Italians will make in a would rather sit up for the row, if there is to be one. regular row. I sometimes think that, like the Irishman's

*Mended the fire-have got the arms—and a book or gun, (somebody had sold him a crooked one,) they will (wo, which I shall turn over. I know little of their num-only do for 'shooting round a corner;' at least this sort of bers, but think the Carbonari strong enough to beat the shooting has been the late tenor of their exploits. And troops, even here. With twenty men this house might yet, there are materials in this people, and a noble energy be defended for twenty-four hours against any force to be is well directed. But who is to direct them? No marter. brought against it, now in this place, for the same time : Out of such times heroes spring. Difficulties are the hai. and, in such a time, the country would have notice, and beds of high spirits, and Freedom the mother of the few would rise,-if ever they will rise, of which there is some virtues incident to human nature. doubt. In the mean time, I may as well read as do any thing else, being alone.

“ Tuesday, January 9, 1821.

"Rose—the day fine Ordered the horses, but Lega « January 8, 1821, Monday. (my secretary, an Italianism for steward or chief servant) “Rose, and found Count P. G. in my apartments. Sent coming to tell me tha the painter had finished the work away the servant. Told me that, according to the best in fresco, for the roue he has been employed on lately, I information, the Government had not issued orders for the went to see it before I set out. The painter has not arrests apprehended; that the attack in Forli had not copied badly the prints from Titian, &c. considering all taken place (as expected) by the Sanfedisti—the oppo- things. nents of the Carbonari or Liberalsand that, as yet, they “ Dined. Read Johnson's 'Vanity of Human Wishes, are still in apprehension only. Asked me for some arms -all the examples and mode of giving them sublime, as of a better sort, which I gave him. Settled that, in case well as the latter part, with the exception of an occasional of a row, the Liberals were to assemble here, (with me,) couplet. I do not so much admire the opening. I remernarrt the he had given the word to Vincenzo G. and others ber an observation of Sharpe's (the Coversationist

, as he of the Chiefs for that purpose. He himself and father are was called in London, and a very clever man,) that the going to the chase in the forest, but V.G. is to come to first line of this poem was superfluous, and that Pope (the nie, and an express to be sent off to him, P. G. if any thing very best of poeis I think) would have begun at once, only occurs. Concerted operations. They are to seize—but changing the punctuationno matter.

Survey mankind from China to Peru 1 "I advised them to attack in detail, and in different parties, in different places, (though at the same time,) so The former line,‘Let observation,' &c. is certainlv heavy as to divide the attention of the troops, who, though few, and useless. But it is a grand poem-and so true!-rue as yet being disciplined, would beat any body of people (not the 10th of Juvenile himself. The lapse of ages changes trained) in a regular fight-unless dispersed in small all things-time-language—the eartn—the bounds of thu parties, and distracted with different assaults. Offered to sea-the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, let them assemble here, if they choose. It is a strongish and underneath' man, except man e himself, who has always post-narrow street, commanded from within—and tena- | been, and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite ble walls.

variety of lives conducts but to death, and the infinity of Dined. Tried on a new coat. Letter to Murray, with wishes leads but to disappointment. All the discoveries corrections of Bacon's Apophthegms and an epigram—the which have yet been made have multiplied little but exist. latter man for publication. At eight went to Teresa, ence. An extirpated disease is succeeded by some new Countess u.

* At nine and a half pestilence; and a discovered world has brought little to came in Il Conte P. and Count P. G. Talked of a cer- the old one, except the p- first and freedom afterwardtajn procamation lately issued. Count R. G. had been the late a fine thing, particularly as they gave it to Euwith * * (the *,) to sound him about the arrests. He, rope in exchange for slavery. But it is doubtful whether * *, is a trimmer. and deals, at present, his cards with both the Sovereigns' would not ihink the first the best present bands. If he don't mind, they'll be full. * * pretends (I of the two to their subjects. doubt him -- they don't, --we shall sce) that ihere is no "Amght went ou-card some news. They say the such order and seems staggered by the immense exertions) king of Naples has declared, by couriers froir Florence,

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to the Powers (as they call now those wretches with Troy.' 'T is false-we do care about the authenticity of crowns) that his Constitution was compulsive, &c. &c. the tale of Troy. I have stood upon that plain daily, or and that the Austrian barburians are placed again on war more than a month in 1810; and, it any thing diminished pay, and will march. Let them they come like sacri- my pleasure, it was that the blackguard Bryant had fices in their trim,' the hounds of hell!* Let it still be a impugned its veracity. It is true I read "Homer Tra. hope to see their bones piled like those of the human vestied,' (the first twelve books,) because Hobhouse and dogs at Morat, in Switzerland, which I have seen. others bored me with their learned localities, and I love

“ Heard some music. At nine the usual visiters-news, quizzing. But I still venerated the grand original as the war, or rumours of war. Consulted with P. G. &c. &c. truth of history (in the material fucts) and of place. Othere Thoy mean to insurrect here, and are to honour me with wise, it would have given me no delight. Who will perA call thereupon. I shall not fall back; though I don't suade me, when I reclined upon a mighty tomb, that it did think them in force or heart sufficient to make much of it. not contain a hero?—its very magnitude proved this. Men But onward !—it is now the time to act, and what signifies do not labour over the ignoble and petty dead-and why self, if a single spark of that which would be worthy of the should not the dead be Homer's dead? The secret of Tom past.can be bequcathed unquenchedly to the future? It is Campbell's defence of inaccuracy in costume and descrip not one man, nor a million, but the spirit of liberty, which tion is, that his Gertrude, &c. has no more locality in commust be spread. The waves which dash upon the shore mon with Pennsylvania than with Penmanmaur. It is are, one by one, broken, but yet the ocean conquers, never- notoriously full of grossly false scenery, as all Americans theless. It overwhelms the Armada, it wears the rock, declare, though they praise parts of the Poem. It is thus and, if the Neptunians are to be believed, it has not only that self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting any destroyed, but made a world. In like manner, whatever thing which happens, even acciden:ly, to stumble upon it. the sacrifice of individuals, the great cause will gather strength, sweep down what is rugged, and fertilize (for

" January 12, 1821. sea-weed is manure) what is cultivable. And so, the mere “ The weather still so humid and impracticable, that selfish calculation ought never to be made on such occa- London, in its most oppressive fogs, were a summer-bower sions; and, at present, it shall not be computed by me. I to this mist and sirocco, which has now lasted, (but with was never a good arithmetician of chances, and shall not one day's interval,) checkered with snow or heavy rain only,

since the 30th of December, 1820. It is so far lucky that

I have a literary turn; but it is very tiresome not to be " January 10, 1821.

able to stir out, in comfort, on any horse but Pegasus, for " Day fino—rained only in the morning. Looked over so many days. The roads are even worse than the accounts. Read Campbell's Poets-marked errors of Tom weather, by the long splashing, and the heavy soil, and the (the author) for correction. Dined-went out-music

growth of the waters. Tyrolese air, with variations. Sustained the cause of the «Read the . Poets-English, that is to say-out of original simple air against the variations of the Italian Campbell's edition. There is a good deal of taffeta in school. *

scrie of Tom's prefatory phrases, but his work is good as " Politics somewhat tempestuous, and cloudier daily. a whole. I like him best, though, in his own poetry, Tomorrow being foreign post-day, probably something “Murray writes that they want to act the tragedy of Mamore will be known.

rino Faliero ; more fools they—it was written for the closet. “Came home-read. Corrected Tom Campbell's slips I have protested against this piece of usurpation, (which, of the pen. A good work, though-style affected--but his it seems, is legal for managers over any printed work, defence of Pope is glorious. To be sure, it is his own against the author's will,) and I hope they will not attempt cause too,-—but no matter, it is very good, and does him it. Why do n't they bring out some of the numberless

aspirants for theatrical celebrity, now incumbering their "Midnight.

shelves, instead of lugging me out of the library? I have “ I have been turning over different Lives of the Poets. still would hope that it will not be necessary, and that they

written a fierce protest against any such attempt, but I I rarely read their works, unless an occasional flight

, over will see, at once, that it is not intended for the stage. It the classical ones, Pope, Dryden, Johnson, Gray, and those who approach them nearest, (I leave the rant of the rest to

is too regular--the time, twenty-four hours the change the cant of the day,) and—I had made severai reflections,

of place not frequent-nothing mdo-dramatic-no surbut I feel sleepy, and may as well go to bed.

prises, no starts, nor trap-doors, nor opportunities for

tossing their heads and kicking their heels'-and no love

“ January 11, 1821. the grand ingredient of a modern play. "Read the letters. Corrected the tragedy and the

“I have found out the seal cut on Murray's letter. It 'Hints from Horace.' Dined, and got into beiter spirits. is meant for Walter Scott-or Sir Walter-he is the first Went out—returned-finished letters, five in number.poet knighted since Sir Richard Blackmore. But it doe's Read Poets, and an anecdote in Spence.

not do him justice. Scoti's--particularly when he recites " All writes to me that the Pope, and Duke of Tuscany, is a very intelligent countenance, and this seal says and King of Sardinia have also been called to Congress; nothing. but the Pope will only deal there by proxy. So the inter

“Scott is certainly the most wonderful writer of the day, ests of millions are in the hands of about twenty coxcombs, His novels are a new literature in themselves, and his at a place called Leibach!

poetry as good as any—if not better (only on an erroneous “I should almost regret that my own affairs went well, system)—and only ceased to be so popular, because the when those of nations are in peril. If the interests of man- vulgar learned were tired of hearing Aristides called the kind could be essentially bettered, (particularly of these Just' and Walter Scott the Best, and ostracised him. oppressed Italians,) I should not so much mind my own

" I like him, too, for his manliness of character, for the sma' peculiar. God grant us all better times, or more extreme pleasantness of his conversation, and his good philosophy.

nature towards myself, personally. May he prosper! " In reading, I have just chanced upon an expression of for he deserves it. I know no reading to which I fall 'Tom Campbell's ;-speaking of Collins, he says that no with such alacrity as a work of W. Scoil's. I shall give realder cares any more about the characteristic manners of the seal, with his bust on it, to Madame la Contessa G. his Eclogues than about the authenticity of the tale of this evening, who will be curious to have the effigies of a

man so celebrated. * Childe Harold, a Canto, stan. 63, and note 14.

“ How strange are my thoughts !—The realing of the 1 Don Juan, bote 9 to Canto 5.

song of Milton 'Sabrina fair' has brought back upon me

great credit.

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- I know not how or why—the happiest, perhaps, days of

*Midnight. my life (always excepting, here and there, a Harrow holy- * Read the Italian translation by Guido Sorelli of the day in the two latter summers of my stay there,) when German Grillparzer-a devil of a name, w be sure, for Gving at Cambridge with Edward Noel Long, afterward posterity ; but they must learn to pronounce it. With of the Guards,—who, after having served honourably in all the allowance for a translati n, and, above all, an Italian the expedition to Copenhagen, (of which two or three translation (they are the very worst of translators, excep! thousand scoundrels yet survive in plight and pay,) was from the Classics—Annibale Caro, for instance-and drowned early in 1809, on his passage to Lisbon with his there the bastardy of their language helps them, as, by regiment in the St. George transport, which was run foul way of looking legitimate, they ape their tather's tongue) of in the night, by another transport. We were rival -but with every allowance for such a disadvantage, the swimmers—fond of riding-reading--and of conviviality. tragedy of Sappho is superb and sublime! There is no We had beer at Harrow together ; but there, at least denying it. The man has done a great thing in writing his was a less a sterous spirit than mine. I was always that play. And who is he? I know him not; but ages cricketing-rebelling-fighting-rowing, (from row, not will." "T is a high intellect. boud-rowing, a different practice,) and in all manner of " I must premise, however, that I have read nothing of muschiefs ; while he was more sedate and polished. At Adolph Müllner's, (the author of "Guilt,') and much less Cambridge—both of Trinity—my spirit rather softened, of Goëthe, and Schiller, and Wieland than I could wish or his roughened, for we hecame very great friends. The I only know them through the medium of English, French, description of Sabrina's seat reminds me of our rival and Italian translations. Of the real language I know seats in diving. Though Com's is not a very translucent absolutely nothing, except oaths learned from postillions wave, it was fourteen feet deep, where we used to dive and officers in a squabble. I can swear in German por for, and pick up—having thrown them in on purpose- tently, when I like – Sacrament-Verflutcher-Hundsplates, eggs, and even shillings. I remember, in particu- fout'-and so forth; but I have little of their less energetic lar, there was the stump of a tree (at least ten or twelve conversation. feet deep) in the bed of the river, in a spot where we " I like, however, their women, (I was once so despebathed most commonly, round which I used to cling, and rately in love with a German woman, Constance.) and all wonder how the devil I came there.'

that I have read, translated of their writings, and all that I "Our evenings we passed in music (he was musical, have seen on the Rhine of their country and people all, and played on more than one instrument, flute and violon- except the Austrians, whom I abhor, loathe, and—I cannot cello,) in which I was audience; and I think that our find words for my hato of them, and should be sorry to chief beverage was soda-water. In the day we rode, find deeds correspondent to my hato; for I abhor cruelty. barhed, and lounged, reading occasionally. I remember more than I abhor the Austrians—except on an impulse, our buying, with vast alacrity, Moore's new quartu (in and then I am savage—but not deliberately so. 1806,) and reading it together in the evenings.

"Grillparzer is grand-antique-nol so simple as the “We only passed the summer together; -Long had ancients, but very simple for a modern-too Madame de gone into the Guards during the year I passed in Notts, Staēl-ish now and then—but altogether a great and away from college. His friendship and a violent, though goodly writer. pure, love and passion—which held me at the same period -were the then romance of the most romantic period of

« January 13, 1821, Saturday. "Sketched the outline and Drams. Pers, of an intended

tragedy of Sardanapalus, which I have for some time « I remember that, in the spring of 1809, H * * laughed know the history of Sardanapalus, and have known it

meditated. Took the names from Diodorus Siculus, (I al my being distressed at Long's death, and amused himself with making epigrams upon his name, which was the ninth vol. ociavo of Milford's Greece, where he

since I was twelve years old,) and read over a passage in susceptible of a punLong, short, &c. But three years rather vindicates the memory of this last of the Assy. after he had ample leisure to repent it, when our mutual friend, and his, H * *'s, particular friend, Charles Mat

“ Dined-news come—the Powers mean to war with thews, was drowned also, and he, himself, was as much the peoples. The intelligence seems positivelet it be affected by a similar calamity. But I did not pay him so--they will be beaten in the end. The king-times are back in puns and epigrams, for I valued Matthews too fast finishing. There will be blood shed like water, and much, myself, to do so; and, even if I had not, I should tears like mist; but the peoples will conquer in the end have respected his griefs. "Long's father wrote to me to write his son's epitaph.

I shall not live to see it, but I foresce it.

“I carried Teresa the Italian translation of Grillparzer's I promised,,but I had not the heart to complete it. He was such a good, amiable being as rarely remains long in with me, because I said that love was r.ot the loftiest theme

Sappho, which she promises to read. She quarrelled this world ; with talent and accomplishments, too, 19 for true tragedy ; and, having the advantage of her native make him the more regretted. Yet, although a cheerful language, and natural female eloquence, she overcame my companion, he had strange melancholy thoughts some fewer arguments. I believe she was right. I must put times. I remember once that we were going to his uncle's, I think, I went to accompany him to the door of course, if the times will allow me leisure. That if

more love into 'Sardanapalus' than I intended. I speaky merely, in some Upper or Lower Grosvenor or Brook will hardly be a peacemaker. street, I forget which, but it was in a street leading out of some square,-he told me that, the night before, he had

« January 14, 1821. taken up a pistol-not knowing or examining whether it « Turned over Seneca's tragedies. Wrote the openwas loaded or no—and had snapped it at his head, leaving ing lines of the intended tragedy of Sardanapalus. Rode 11 to chance whether it might, or might not, be charged." out some miles into the forest. Misty and rainy. Re. The letter too, which he wrote me, on leaving college, to turned-dined-wrote some more of my tragedy. join the Guards, was as melancholy in its tenor as it “Read Diodorus Siculus-turned over Seneca, and could well be on such an occasion. But he showed some other books. Wrote gome more of the tragedy. nothing of this in his deportment, being mild and gentle; Took a glass of grog. After having ridden hard in rainy -and yet with much turn for the ludicrous in his disposi- weather, and scribbled, and scribbled again the spirits tion. We were both much attached to Harrow, and (at least mine) need a little exhilaration, and I do n't liko sometimes made excursions there together from London, laudanum now as I used to do. So I have mixed a glass lo revive our schoolboy recollections.

of strong waters and single waters which I shall now'

tay life.

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rians.

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