They sail'd prepared for vengeance-had they known The worst of crimes had left her woman still! XVII. This Conrad mark'd, and felt-ah! could he less? But varying oft the colour of her cheek They gain by twilight's hour their lonely isle; XIX. The lights are high on beacon and from bower, And midst them Conrad seeks Medora's tower: He looks in vain-'t is strange-and all remark, 'T is strange-of yore its welcome never fail'd, He reach'd his turret door-he paused-no sound XX. He turn'd not-spoke not-sunk not-fix'd his look, XXI. He ask'd no question-all were answer'd now The proud-the wayward—who have fix'd below Mask hearts where grief hath little left to learn; By those, that deepest feel, is ill exprest And stupor almost lull'd it into rest; seen, So feeble now-his mother's softness crept XXIII. His heart was form'd for softness-warp'd to wrong; Tis morn-to venture on his lonely hour NOTE TO CANTO II. Page 165, line 55. It has been objected that Conrad's entering disguised as a spy, is out of nature.-Perhaps so.-I find something not unlike it in history. «< Anxious to explore with his own eyes the state of the Vandals, Majorian ventured, after disguising the colour of his hair, to visit Carthage in the character of his own ambassador; and Genseric was afterwards mortified by the discovery, that he had entertained and dismissed the Emperor of the Romans. Such an anecdote may be rejected as an improbable fiction; but it is a fiction which would not have been imagined unless in the life of a hero.» Gibbon, D. and F. Vol. VI. p. 180. That Conrad is a character not altogether out of nature, I shall attempt to prove by some historical coincidences which I have met with since writing <<The Corsair.» «< Eccelin prisonnier,» dit Rolandini, « s'enfermoit dans un silence menaçant; il fixoit sur la terre son visage féroce, et ne donnoit point d'essor à sa profonde indignation. De toutes parts cependant les soldats et les peuples accouroient. ils vouloient voir cet homme, jadis si puissant, et la joie universelle éclatoit de toutes parts. et equi casu claudicans, animo profundus, sermone rarus, luxuriæ contemptor, ira turbidus, habendi cupidus, ad sollicitandas gentes providentissimus, » etc., etc. Jornandes de Rebus Geticis, c. 33. Note 16. Page 174, line 98. And the cold flowers her colder hand contain'd. In the Levant it is the custom to strew flowers on the bodies of the dead, and in the hands of young persons I beg leave to quote these gloomy realities to keep in to place a nosegay. countenance my Giaour and Corsair. Note 6. Page 166, line 19. And my stern vow and order's laws oppose. Note 17. Page 175, line 65. Link'd with one virtue, and a thousand crimes. That the point of honour which is represented in The Dervises are in colleges, and of different orders, one instance of Conrad's character has not been carried as the monks. Satan. Note 7. Page 166, line 54. They seize that Dervise!-seize on Zatanai! Note 8. Page 166, line 75. He tore his beard, and foaming fled the fight. A common and not very novel effect of Mussulman anger. See Prince Eugene's Memoirs, page 24. << The Seraskier received a wound in the thigh; he plucked up his beard by the roots, because he was obliged to quit the field.» Note 9. Page 166, line 119. Brief time had Conrad now to greet Gulnare. Gulnare, a female name; it means, literally, the flower of the pomegranate. Note 10. Page 168, line 100. Till even the scaffold echoes with their jest! In Sir Thomas More, for instance, on the scaffold, and Anne Boleyn in the Tower, when grasping her neck, she remarked, that it was too slender to trouble the headsman much.» During one part of the French Revolution, it became a fashion to leave some « mot» as a legacy; and the quantity of facetious last words spoken during that period would form a melancholy jest-book of a considerable size. Note 11. Page 169, line 113. That closed their murder'd sage's latest day! Socrates drank the hemlock a short time before sunset (the hour of execution), notwithstanding the entreaties of his disciples to wait till the sun went down. Note 12. Page 170, line 10. The queen of night asserts her silent reign. The twilight in Greece is much shorter than in our own country; the days in winter are longer, but in summer of shorter duration. Note 13. Page 170, line 20. The gleaming turret of the gay kiosk. The kiosk is a Turkish summer-house; the palm is without the present walls of Athens, not far from the temple of Theseus, between which and the tree the wall intervenes Cephisus' stream is indeed scanty, and llissus has no stream at all. Note 14. Page 170, line 30. That frown-where gentler ocean seems to smile. The opening lines as far as Section II have, perhaps, little business here, and were annexed to an unpublished (though printed) poem; but they were written on the spot in the spring of 1811, and-I scarce know why-the reader must excuse their appearance here if he can. (See Curse of Minerva, p. 189.) Note 15. Page 170, line 116. His only bends in seeming o'er his beads. The comboloio, or Mahometan rosary; the beads are in number ninety-nine. beyond the bounds of probability, may perhaps be in some degree confirmed by the following anecdote of a brother buccaneer in the present 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 nature 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. The 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 Mississippi 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. 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 importation 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. lon. 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 head. He therefore offered a reward of 500 dollars for the head of Monsieur La Fitte, who was well known to the inhabitants of the city of New Orleans, from his immediate connexion, 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, but 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 not 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 until augmented; for an officer of the navy, with most of the gun-boats on that station, had to retreat from an overwhelming 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.-From an American News paper. In Noble's continuation of Granger's Biographical Dictionary, there is a singular passage in his account of Archbishop Blackbourne, and as in some measure connected with the profession of the hero of the foregoing poem, I cannot resist the temptation of extracting it. swered, he is Arbhbishop 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 ease 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. He is allowed to have been a pleasant man: this, however, was turned against him, by its being said, ‘he gained more hearts than souls.'»> «The only voice that could soothe the passions of the savage (Alphonso 3d) 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 There is something mysterious in the history and dying words sunk deep into his memory; his fierce character of Dr Blackbourne. The former is but im-spirit melted into tears; and, after the last embrace, perfectly known; and report has even asserted he was Alphonso retired into his chamber to bewail his irrea buccaneer: and that one of his brethren in that pro-parable loss, and to meditate on the vanity of human fession having asked, on his arrival in England, what life.»-Miscellaneous Works of Gibbon, new edition, had become of his old chum, Blackbourne, was an- Svo, vol. 3, page 473. Lara; A TALE. CANTO I. I. THE serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, The chief of Lara is return'd again: And why had Lara cross'd the bounding main? III. And Lara left in youth his father-land; His hall scarce echoes with his wonted name, VI. Not much he loved long question of the past, Not unrejoiced to see him once again, VIII. Though sear'd by toil, and something touch'd by time; T was strange-in youth all action and all life, His faults, whate'er they were, if scarce forgot, V. And they indeed were changed-'t is quickly seen The stinging of a heart the world hath stung, And makes those feel that will not own the wound: Burning for pleasure, not averse from strife; To curse the wither'd heart that would not break. IX. Books, for his volume heretofore was Man, been. |