was enthusiastic, the whole population coming out to meet him. But he had scarcely arranged his plans to aid the nation he had so befriended, when he was seized with a fever, and expired on the 19th of April, 1824.1 Of the character of Lord Byron's poetry there can be but one opinion in every honest and pure mind:-that, while it exhibits powers of description unusually great, is full of passages of exquisite beauty, and has some that are truly sublime; that while it gives abundant evidence of the richness and variety of his genius, and is characterized by intense feeling and energy, it cannot, as a whole, be read without an injurious influence upon the moral sensibilities. It is colored by that combination of reckless gayety, despondency, and misanthropy, which is a sure token of a mind ill at ease, and which, unhappily, reflected only too accurately the character of the bard himself; and the tendency of his writings is and must be to shake our confidence in virtue, to diminish our abhorrence of vice, to palliate crime, and to unsettle our notions of right and wrong.2 THE DYING GLADIATOR. I see before me the gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand; his manly brow Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not; his eyes All this rush'd with his blood. Shall he expire, 1"We are to remember that the period of lives is not so peremptorily determined by God, but that we may lengthen or shorten them, live longer or die sooner, according as we behave ourselves in this world. Thus, some men destroy a healthful and vigorous constitation of body by intemperance and lust, and das manifestly kill themselves as those who hang, or poison, or drown themselves."SELFVICE. -I admire the sublimity of his genius. But I have feared, and do still fear, the conseones-the inevitable consequences of his writings. I fear that in our enthusiastic adBiration of genius, our idolatry of poetry, the wful impiety and the staggering unbelief contained in those writings are lightly passed over, and acquiesced in, as the allowable aberrations of a master intellect, which had lifted itself above the ordinary world, which had broken down the barriers of ordinary mind, and which revelled in a creation of its own; a world, over which the sunshine of imagination lightened at times with an almost ineffable glory, to be succeeded by the thick blackness of doubt, and terror, and misanthropy, relieved only by the lightning flashes of terrible and unholy passion."-J. G. WHITTIER. Read articles in Encyclopædia Britannica, in WHIPPLE'S Essays, in BAYNE, First Series, and in PROF. WILSON's Essays, vol. i. APOSTROPHE TO THE OCEAN. What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee:— Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow: Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Calm or convulsed,-in breeze, or gale, or storm, Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime,— Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers,-they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear; For I was, as it were, a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane,-as I do here. FAREWELL. Farewell! if ever fondest prayer But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'Twere vain to speak,-to weep,-to sigh: The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. NIGHT AT CORINTH 'Tis midnight: on the mountains brown A CALM NIGHT AT LAKE GENEVA. Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, In 1715 Corinth, then in the possession of the Venetians, was besieged by the Turks. In the Riege of Corinth Byron describes one of the delicious nights of that fine climate. 2 The Muezzin's voice. The Turks do not use bells to summon the religions to their de votions. They have an appointed person whose function it is to send forth, to the extent of las -voice, the call to wonted prayer. To waft me from distraction; once I loved That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. There breathes a living fragrance, from the shore, AN ALPINE STORM AT LAKE GENEVA. LIBERTY. Eternal spirit of the chainless Mind! To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar,-for 'twas trod, Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, MODERN GREECE. He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Have swept the lines where beauty lingers; The rapture of repose that's there, The fix'd yet tender traits that streak The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; The first-last look-by death reveal'd! 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!3 We start,-for soul is wanting there. That parts not quite with parting breath, That hue which haunts it to the tomb,- A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away! Spark of that flame-perchance of heavenly birth- There is perhaps no instance in our poetical literature in which a continued simile so beautifully sustained as that which runs through these lines. The affecting picture of the lovely form, no longer animated by the living spirit, deeply touching in itself, derives A new interest from its exquisite adaptation to the subject which suggested it. The music of the rhythm, too, so soft, so delicately modalated,floats like a requiem over the whole, and leaves nothing to be desired in consummating the effect."-PAYNE. 1 Cid obstruction. This expression is taken frm Shakspeare, who speaks of the dead as "lying in cold obstruction," in allusion to the stoppage of the animal functions. The following passage, from Gillies's History of Greece, is thought to have suggested the above comparison:-" The present state of Greece, compared to the ancient, is the silent obscurity of the grave contrasted with the vivid lustre of active life." 4 The transition here to another variation of the same theme, by a change of key, as it were, is very striking. The energy of these lines is as remarkable as the pathos of the preceding. |