So throbb'd each vein-each thought-till then with- Her own dark soul-these words at once subdued: The tale too tedious-when the triumph short. IV. In that wild council words wax'd warm and strange V. Within the Haram's secret chamber sate(1) "Pacha! the day is thine; and on thy crest "Gulnare!--if for each drop of blood a gem Of wealth were here-that gold should not redeem! (1) The whole of this section was added in the course of printing.-L. E. "His capture could!—and shall I then resign I do mistrust thee, woman! and each word That strife of thought, the source of woman's woes! VI. Meanwhile-long anxious-weary-still-the same Too late the last to shun-the first to mend- (2) The comboloio, or Mahometan rosary; the beads ar in number ninety-nine. Before thee tortures, which the soul can dare, VII. The first day pass'd-he saw not her-Gulnare— The second-third-and still she came not there; Bat what her words avouch'd her charms had done, Or else he had not seen another sun. The fourth day roll'd along, and with the night The midnight pass'd-and to the massy door "Lady! I look to none-my lips proclaim (1) By the way-I have a charge against you. As the great Mr. Dennis roared out on a similar occasion, By G-d, that is my thunder-so do I exclaim, This is my lightning!' I allude to a speech of Ivan's, in the scene with Petrowna and the Empress, where the thought and almost expression are similar to Conrad's in the third canto of The Corsair. I, however, do not say this to accuse you, bat to except myself from suspicion; as there is a priority of six months' publication, on my part, between the ap pearance of that composition and of your tragedies."- Well have I earn'd-nor here alone-the meed Of Seyd's revenge, by many a lawless deed." “Why should I seek? because-Oh! didst thou not [loved. With all that woman feels, but should not tell--- If thou hast courage still, and wouldst be free, "Ay-in my chains! my steps will gently tread, "Misdoubting Corsair! I have gain'd the guard, A single word of mine removes that chain; I never loved-he bought me--somewhat high- 'T was false, thou know'st-but let such augurs rue, Lord B. to Mr. Sotheby, Sept. 25, 1815.-The following are the lines in Mr. Sotheby's tragedy:--- He knock'd, and loudly-footstep nor reply XX. He turn'd not-spoke not-sunk not-fix'd his look, Oh! o'er the eye Death most exerts his might, XXI. He ask'd no question-all were answer'd now (1) In the Levant it is the custom to strew flowers on the bodies of the dead, and in the hands of young persons to place a nosegay. (2) These sixteen lines are not in the original MS.-L. E. (3) That the point of honour which is represented in one instance of Conrad's character has not been carried beyond XXII. By those, that deepest feel, is ill exprest XXIII. His heart was form'd for softness-warp'd to wrong XXIV. 'Tis morn-to venture on his lonely hour the bounds of probability, may perhaps be in some degree confirmed by the following anecdote of a brother buccaneer in the year 1814:-"Our readers have all seen the account of the enterprise against the pirates of Barrataria; but, few we believe, were informed of the situation, history, or na ture of that establishment. For the information of such as were unacquainted with it, we have procured from a friend the following interesting narrative of the main facts, of which he has personal knowledge, and which cannot fail to interest some of our readers. Barrataria is a bay, or a narrow arm of the Gulf of Mexico; it runs through a rich but very flat country, until it reaches within a mile of the Mississipi river, fifteen miles below the city of New Orleans. The bay has branches almost innumerable, in which persons can lie concealed from the severest scrutiny. It communicates with three lakes which lie on the south-west side, and these, with the lake of the same name, and which lies contiguous to the sea, where there is an island formed by the two arms of this lake and the sea. The east and west points of this island were fortified, in the year 1811, by a band of pirates, under the command of one Monsieur La Fitte. A large majority of these outlaws are of that class of the population of the state of Louisiana who fled from the island of St. Domingo during the troubles there, and took refuge in the island of Cuba; and, when the last war between France and Spain commenced, they were compelled to leave that island with the short notice of a few days. Without ceremony they entered the United States, the most of them the state of Louisiana, with all the negroes they had possessed in Cuba. They were notified by the Governor of that State of the clause in the Constitution which forbad the importatist of slaves; but, at the same time, received the assurance of the Governor that he would obtain, if possible, the approbation of the General Government for their retaining this property. The island of Barrataria is situated about lat. 29 deg. 15 min., long. 92. 30.; and is as remarkable for its health as for the superior scale and shell fish with which its waters abound. The chief of this horde, like Charles de Moor, had mixed with his many vices some virtues. In the year 1813, this party had, from its turpitude and boldness, claimed the attention of the Governor of Louisiana; and to break up the establishment he thought proper to strike at the bead. He therefore offered a reward of 500 dollars for the head of Monsieur La Fitte, who was well known to the mhabitants of the city of New Orleans, from his immediate connection, and his once having been a fencing-master in that city of great reputation, which art he learnt in Buonaparte's army, where he was a captain. The reward which was offered by the Governor for the head of La Fitte was answered by the offer of a reward from the latter of 15,000 for the head of the Governor. The Governor ordered out a company to march from the city to La Fitte's island, and to burn and destroy all the property, and to bring to the city of New Orleans all his banditti. This company, under the command of a man who had been the intimate associate of this bold Captain, approached very near to the fortified island, before he saw a man, or heard a sound, until he heard a whistle, not unlike a boatswain's call. Then it was he found himself surrounded by armed men, who had emerged from the secret avenues which led into Bayou. Here it was that the modern Charles de Moor developed his few noble traits; for to this man, who had come to destroy his life and all that was dear to him, he not only spared his life, bat offered him that which would have made the honest soldier easy for the remainder of his days; which was indignantly refused. He then, with the approbation of his captor, returned to the city. This circumstance, and some concomitant events, proved that this band of pirates was Dot to be taken by land. Our naval force having always been small in that quarter, exertions for the destruction of this illicit establishment could not be expected from them antil augmented; for an officer of the navy, with most of the gin-boats on that station, had to retreat from an overwbelining force of La Fitte's. So soon as the augmentation | of the navy authorised an attack, one was made; the overthrow of this banditti has been the result; and, now this almost invulnerable point and key to New Orleans is clear of an enemy, it is to be hoped the Government will hold it by a strong military force."-American Newspaper. la Noble's continuation of Grainger's Biographical Dictiosory there is a singular passage in his account of Archbishop Black bourne, and, as in some measure connected with the profession of the hero of the foregoing poem, I cannot resist the temptation of extracting it:-"There is something mys| terious in the history and character of Dr. Blackbourne. The former is but imperfectly known; and report has even asserted that he was a buccaneer; and that one of his brethren in that profession having asked, on his arrival in England, what had become of his old chum, Blackbourne, was answered, he is Archbishop of York. We are informed that Blackbourne was installed sub-dean of Exeter in 1694, which office he resigned in 1702; but after his successor Lewis Barnet's death, in 1704, he regained it. In the following year he became dean; and in 1714 held with it the archdeanery of Cornwall. He was consecrated bishop of Exeter, February 24, 1716; and translated to York, November 28, 1724, as a reward, according to court scandal, for uniting George I. to the Duchess of Munster. This, however, appears to have been an unfounded calumny. As archbishop he behaved with great prudence, and was equally respectable as the guardian of the revenues of the see. Rumour whispered he retained the vices of his youth, and that a passion for the fair sex formed an item in the list of his weaknesses; but so far from being convicted by seventy witnesses, he does not appear to have been directly criminated by one. In short, I look upon these aspersions as the effects of mere malice. How is it possible a buccaneer should have been so good a scholar as Blackbourne certainly was? He who had so perfect a knowledge of the classics (particularly of the Greek tragedians), as to be able to read them with the same case as he could Shakspeare, must have taken great pains to acquire the learned languages, and have had both leisure and good masters. But he was undoubtedly educated at Christ-church College, Oxford. is allowed to have been a pleasant man; this however was turned against him, by its being said, he gained more hearts than souls.'" He "The only voice that could soothe the passions of the savage (Alphonso III.) was that of an amiable and virtuous wife, the sole object of his love; the voice of Donna Isabella, the daughter of the Duke of Savoy, and the grand-daughter of Philip II. King of Spain. Her dying words sunk deep into his memory; his fierce spirit melted into tears; and after the last embrace, Alphonso retired into his chamber to bewail his irreparable loss, and to meditate on the vanity of human life."-Gibbon's Miscellaneous Works, vol. iii. p. 473. ["In The Corsair, Lord Byron first felt himself at full liberty; and then all at once he shows the unbroken stream of his native eloquence, of rapid narrative, of vigorous and intense, yet unforced, imagery, sentiment, and thought; of extraordinary elasticity, transparency, purity, ease, and harmony of language; of an arrangement of words, never trite, yet always simple and flowing;-in such a perfect expression of ideas, always impressive, generally pointed, frequently passionate, and often new, that it is perspicuity itself, with not a superfluous word, and not a word out of its natural place. It is strange that he who was so young, who had led a life of adventure more than of study, nay, who had often seemed a good deal encumbered in his phraseology, could all at once arrive at this excellence. It must have been the exaltation of spirit caused by temporary and unexpected favour, which, by removing the gloom from his heart, imparted extraordinary vigour to his intellect." Sir E. Brydges.-L. E. "The Corsair is written in the regular heroic couplet, with a spirit, freedom, and variety of tone, of which, notwithstanding the example of Dryden, we scarcely believed that measure susceptible. It was yet to be proved that this, the most ponderous and stately verse in our language, could be accommodated to the variations of a tale of passion and of pity, and to all the breaks, starts, and transitions of an adven turous and dramatic narration. This experiment Lord Byron has made, with equal boldness and success; and has satisfied us, that the oldest and most respectable measure that is known amongst us is at least as flexible as any other, and capable, in the hands of a master, of vibrations as strong and rapid as those of a lighter structure." Jeffrey.-L. E. "To the safe and shop-resorting inhabitants of Christendom, The Corsair seems to present many improbabilities; nevertheless it is true to nature, and in every part of the Levant the traveller meets with individuals whose air and physiognomy remind him of Conrad. The incidents of the story also, so wild and extravagant to the snug and legal notions of England, are not more in keeping with the character than they are in accordance with fact and reality." Gall.-P. E.] Lara; A TALE. (1) CANTO I. I. THE serfs (2) are glad through Lara's wide domain, II. The chief of Lara is return'd again : (1) Between the publication of The Corsair and Lara Lord Byron adopted the most extraordinary resolution that, perhaps, ever entered into the mind of an author of any celebrity. Annoyed at the tone of disparagement in which his assailants-not content with blackening his moral and social character-now affected to speak of his genius, and somewhat mortified, there is reason to believe, by finding that his own friends dreaded the effects of constant publications on his ultimate fame, he came to the determination, not only to print no more in future, but to purchase back the whole of his past copyrights, and suppress every line he had ever written. With this view, on the 29th of April, he actually enclosed his publisher a draft for the money. "For all this," he said, "it might be as well to assign some reason I have none to give, except my own caprice, and I do not consider the circumstance of consequence enough to require explanation." An appeal, however, from Mr. Murray, to his good-nature and considerateness, brought, in eight-and-forty hours, the following reply:-"If your present note is serious, and it really would be inconvenient, there is an end of the matter: tear my draft, and go on as usual: that I was perfectly serious, in wishing to suppress all future publication, is true; but certainly not to interfere with the convenience of others, and more particularly your own." The following passages in his Diary depict the state of Lord Byron's mind at this period:-"Murray has had a letter from his brother bibliopole of Edinburgh, who says, he is lucky in having such a poet'-something as if one was a pack horse, or ass, or any thing that is his;' or like Mrs. Packwood, who replied to some inquiry after the Odes on Razors, Laws, sir, we keeps a poet.' The same illustrious Edinburgh bookseller once sent an order for books, poesy, and cookery, with this agreeable postscript-The Harold and Cookery are much wanted.' Such is fame! and, after all, 'quite as good as any other 'life in others' breath.' 'Tis much the same to divide purchasers with Hannah Glasse or Hannah More."-" March 17th, Redde the Quarrels of Authors, a new work, by that most entertaining and researching writer, D'Israeli. They seem to be an irritable set, and I wish myself well out of it. I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat.' What the Then when he most required commandment, then And Lara left in youth his father-land; devil had I to do with scribbling? It is too late to inquire. and all regret is useless. But an' it were to do again -1 should write again, I suppose. Such is human nature, st least my share of it;-though I shall think better of myself if I have sense to stop now. If I have a wife, and that wife has a son, I will bring up mine beir in the most anti-poetical way-make him a lawyer, or a pirate, or anything. Rat if he writes too, I shall be sure he is none of mine, and will cut him off with a bank token."-" April 19. I will keep no further journal; and, to prevent me from returning. like a dog, to the vomit of memory, I tear out the remain- ¦ ing leaves of this volume. Oh fool! I shall go mad.'* These extracts are from the Diary of March and April. Before the end of May he had begun the composition of Lara, which has been almost universally considered as the continuation of The Corsair. This poem was published | anonymously in the following August, in the same volume with Mr. Rogers's elegant tale of Jacqueline; an unnatural and unintelligible conjunction, which, however, gave rise to some pretty good jokes. "I believe," says Lord Byron, in one of his letters, "I told you of Larry and Jacquy. A friend of mine-at least a friend of his-was reading said ! Larry and Jacquy in a Brighton coach. A passenger took up the book, and queried as to the author. The proprietor said, there were two;'-to which the answer of the unknown was, Ay, ay,-a joint concern, I suppose, summot like Sternhold and Hopkins.' Is not this excellent? I would not have missed the vile comparison' to have escaped being the Arcades ambo et cantare pares.'"-L. E. (2) The reader is apprised, that the name of Lara being Spanish, and no circumstance of local and natural description fixing the scene or hero of the poem to any country or age, the word 'serf,' which could not be correctly applied to the lower classes in Spain, who were never vassals of the soil, has nevertheless been employed to designate the followers of our fictitious chieftain.-[Lord Byron elsewhere intimates, that he meant Lara for a chief of the Morea. -L.E.] "The name only is Spanish; the country is not Spain, but the Morea." Lord B. to Mr. M. July 24.-P. E. (3) "Lord Byron's own tale is partly told in this section." Sir Walter Scott.-L. E. |