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hesns and Sardis, from which I endea- To this question I received no answer. ared to dissnade him, in his present state In the mean time, Suleiman returned with
indisposition - but in vain: there ap- the water, leaving the serragee and the ared to be an oppression on his mind, and horses at the fountain. The quenching solemnity in his manner, which ill cor- his thirst had the appearance of reviving sponded with his eagerness to proceed on him for a moment; I conceived hopes hat I regarded as a mere party of pleasure, of his being able to proceed, or at least to ttle suited to a valetudinarian; but I op- return, and I urged the attempt. He was ised him no longer – and in a few days silent- and appeared to be collecting his e set off together, accompanied only by spirits for an effort to speak. He began. serrugee and a single janizary.
“This is the end of my journey, and of We had passed half-way towards the re- my life-I came here to die: bui I have a ains of Ephesus, leaving behind ns the request to make, a command - for such my ore fertile environs of Smyrna, and were last words must be.-Yon will observe it?” itering upon that wild and tenantless track "Most certainly; but have better hopes." trough the marches and defiles which lead “I have no hopes, nor wishes, but this
the few huts yet lingering over the bro-conceal my death from every human being." en columns of Diana - the roofless walls “I hope there will be no occasion; that f expelled Christianity, and the still more you will recover, and—” rcent but complete desolation of abandoned “Peace! it must be so: promise this." losqnes -- when the sudden and rapid ill- "I do." ess of my companion obliged us to halt at “Swear it by all that” — Me here dictated
Turkish cemetery, the turbaned tomb- an oath of great solemnity. tones of which were the sole indication that “There is no occasion for this-I will ob-. aman life had ever been a sojourner in serve your request; – and to doubt me is—” his wilderness. The only caravanserai we "It cannot be helped,-yon must swear.” iad seen was left some hours behind us; I took the oath: it appeared to relieve lot a vestige of a town, or even cottage, him. He removed a seal-ring from his vas within sight or hope, and this “city finger, on which were some Arabic characof the dead” appeared to be the sole refuge ters, and presented it to me. He proceeded'or my unfortunate friend, who seemed on “On the ninth day of the month, at noon he verge of becoming the last of its in- precisely (what month you please, but abitants.
this must be the day), you must fling this In this situation, I looked round for a ring into the salt springs which run into place where he might most conveniently the Bay of Eleusis : the day after, at the epose : -- contrary to the usual aspect of same hour, you must repair to the ruins of Mahometan burial-grounds, the cypresses the temple of Ceres, and wait one hour.” were in this sew in number, and these thinly
“Why?” icattered over its extent: the tombstones -You will see." were mostly fallen, and worn with age!- “The ninth day of the month, you say?" ipon one of the most considerable of these, “The ninth." ind beneath one of the most spreading trees,
As I observed that the present was the Darvell supported himself, in a half-reclin- ninth day of the month, his countenance ing posture, with great difficulty. He changed, and he paused. As he sate, eviished for water. I had some doubts of our dently becoming more feeble, a stork, with being able to find any, and prepared to go a snake in her beak, perched upon a tombin search of it with hesitating despondency stone near us, and, without devouring her but he desired me to remain ; and, turning prey, appeared to be stedfastly regarding to Suleiman, our janizary, who stood by us. I know not what impelled me to drive us smoking with great tranquillity, he said, it away, but the attempt was useless ; she "Suleiman, verbana su” (i. e. bring some made a few circles in the air, and returned water ), and went on describing the spot exactly to the same spot. Darvell pointed where it was to be found with great minute to it, and smiled: he spoke-I know not ness, at a small well for camels, a few whether to himself or to me—but the words hundred yards to the right: the janizari were only, “ 'Tis well!” obeyed. I said to Darvell, “How did you know “What is well? what do you mean?" this?"—He replied, "From our situation ; “No matter: you must bury me here you must perceive that this place was once this evening, and exactly where that bird inhabited, and could not have been so with is now perched. You know the rest of my out springs: I have also been here before." | injunctions."
“You have been here before !-How came He then proceeded to give me several you never to mention this to me? and what directions as to the manner in which his could you be doing in a place where no one death might be best concealed. After these would remain a moment longer than they were finished, he exclaimed, “You perceive could help it?"
that bird ?”
that he had no opportunity of receiving it “And the serpent writhing in her beak ?" unperceived. The day was declining, the
“Doubtless: there is nothing uncommon body was rapidly altering, and nothing rein it; it is her natural prey. But it is mained but to fulfil his request. With the odd that she does not devour it."
aid of Suleiman's ataghan and my own He smiled in a ghastly manner, and said, sabre, we scooped a shallow grave upon faintly, “It is not yet time!” As he spoke, the spot which Darvell had indicated: the the stork flew away. My eyes followed earth easily gave way, having already reit for a moment, it could hardly be longer ceived some Mahometan tenant. We dag than ten might be counted. I felt Darvell's as deeply as the time permitted us, and weight, as it were, increase upon my throwing the dry earth upon all that reshoulder, and, turning to look upon his mained of the singular being so lately deface, perceived that he was dead !
parted, we cut a few sods of greener turi I was shocked with the sudden certainty from the less withered soil around us, and which could not be inistaken – his coun- laid them upon his sepulchre. tenance in a few minutes becatue nearly Between astonishment and grief, I wa black. I should have attributed so rapid tearless a change to poison, had I not been aware
L ET TER
J. MURRAY, ESQ. ON THE REV. W. L BOWLES' STRICTURES
LIFE AND WRITINGS OF POPE.
"I'll play at Bowls with the sun and moon."
Tales Op my LANDLORD, vol. u. p. 163.
me. In the
RAVENNA, February 7th, 1821. | Italy ;-1 do “remember the circumstance."
- and have no reluctance to relate it (since DEAR SIR,
called upon so to do) as correctly as the In the different pamphlets which you distance of time and the impression of is
: have had the goodness to send me, on the tervening events will permit Pope and Bowles controversy, I perceive year 1812, more than three years after the that my name is occasionally introduced publication of "English Bards and Scotch by both parties. Mr. Bowles refers more Reviewers,” I had the honour of meeting than once to what he is pleased to consider Mr. Bowles in the house of our venerabile “a remarkable circumstance," not only in host the author of Human Life," the la his letter to Mr. Campbell, but in his Argonaut of classic English poetry, and the reply to the Quarterly. The Quarterly Nestor of our inferior race of living poets
. also and Mr. Gilchrist have conferred on Mr. Bowlescalls this soon after” the pud. me the dangerous honour of a quotation; lication ; but to me three years apprar and Mr. Bowles indirectly makes a kind of a considerable segment of the immortality appeal to me personally, by saying, "Lord of a modern poem. I recollect nothing of Byron, if he remembers the circumstance, the rest of the company going into another will witness-(witness in Italic, an omin- room” -- nor, though I'well remember the ous character for a testimony at present.) topography of our host's clegant and clat
I shall not avail myself of a non mi sically furnished mansion, could I swear ricordo” even after so long a residence in to the very room where the conversation
occurred, though the “taking doun the and with some on terms of intimacy ;” and poem " seems to fix it in the library. Had that he knew “one family in particular to it been taken up” it would probably have whom its suppression would give pleasure.” been in the drawing-room. I presume also I did not hesitate one moment, it was canthat the “remarkable circumstance” took celled instantly; and it is no fault of mine place after dinner, as I conceive that nei- that it has ever been republished. When ther Mr. Bowles's politeness nor appetite I left England, in April, 1816, with no would have allowed him to detain "the very violent intentions of troubling that rest of the company” standing round their country again, and amidst scenes of various chairs in the other room” while we were kinds to distract my attention, almost my discussing the Woods of Madeira" instead last act, I believe, was to sign a power of circulating its vintage. Of Mr. Bowles's of attorney, to yourself, to prevent or sup“good humour” I have a full and not un- press any attempts (of which several had grateful recollection; as also of his gentle- been made in Ireland) at a republication. manly manners and agreeable conversa- It is proper that I should state, that the tion. I speak of the whole, and not of par- persons with whom I was subsequently liculars; for whether he did or did not acquainted, whose names has occurred in use the precise words printed in the pam- that publication, were made my acquaintphlet, I cannot say, nor could he with ances at their own desire, or through the accuracy. Of “the tone of seriousness" I unsought intervention of others. I never, certainly recollect nothing: on the con- to the best of my knowledge, sought a trary, I thought Mr. Bowles rather dis- personal introduction to any. Some of posed to treat the subject lightly; for he them to this day I know only by corresaid (I have no objection to be contradicted pondence; and with one of those it was if incorrect), that some of his good-natured begun by myself, in consequence, however, friends had come to him and exclaimed, of a polite verbal communication from a "Eh! Bowles! how came you to make the third person Woods of Madeira tremble?" and that he had I have dwelt for an instant on these cirbeen at some pains and pulling down of cumstances, because it has sometimes been the poem to convince them that he had made a subject of bitter reproach to me never made “the Woods” do any thing of to have endeavoured to suppress that satire. the kind. He was right, and I was wrong, I never shrunk, as those who know me and have been wrong still up to this ac- know, from any personal consequences knowledgment; for i ought to have looked which could be attached to its publication. twice before I wrote that which involved Of its subsequent suppression, as I possessed an inaccuracy capable of giving pain. The the copyright, I was the best judge and fact was, that although I had certainly the sole master. The circumstances which before read “the Spirit of Discovery,” 1 occasioned the suppression I have now took the quotation from the Review. But stated; of the motives, each must judge the mistake was mine, and not the Reviews, according to his candour or malignity. which quoted the passage correctly enough, Mr. Bowles does me the honour to talk of I believe. I blundered - God knows how “noble mind,” and “generous magnanim--into attributing the tremors of the lovers ity;" and all this because “the circumto the “Woods of Madeira,” by which they stance would have been explained had not were surrounded. And I hereby do fully the book bern suppressed." I see no “oand freely declare and asseverate, that the bility of mind” in an act of simple justice; Woods did not tremble to a kiss, and that and I hate the word "magnanimity,” bethe lovers did. I quote from memory
canse I have sometimes seen it applied to A kiss
the grossest of impostors by the greatest Stole on the listening silence,
of fools; but I would have "explained the They (the lovers) trembled,
circumstance," notwithstanding "the supAnd if I had been aware that this decla- pression of the book," if Mr. Bowles had ration would have been in the smallest expressed any desire that I should. As the degree satisfactory to Mr. Bowles, I should "gallant Galbraith” says to “Baillie Jarnot have waited nine years to make it, vie," "Well, the devil take the mistake notwithstanding that - English Bards and and all that occasioned it.” I have had Scotch Reviewers” had been suppressed as great and greater mistakes made about some time previously to my meeting him ine personally and poetically, once a month at Mr. Rogers's. Our worihy host might for these last ten years, and never cared indeed have told him as much, as it was very much about correcting one or the at his representation that I suppressed it. other, at least after the first eight and A new edition of that lampoon was prepar- forty hours had gone over them. ing for the press, when Mr. Rogers repre I must now, however, say a word or sented to me, that I was now acquainted two about Pope, of whom you have my with many of the persons mentioned in it, I opinion more at large in the unpublished
surprise and regret that he should ever / he most certainly cannot be saved. They
is, that some of these are couched »
that if “obscenity (using a much count? What I saw of Mr. Bowles increased my word) be the sin against the Holy Ghost
letter on or to (for I forget which) the have lent his talents to sach a task. 11 editor of "Blackwood's Edinburgh Maga- he had been a fool, there would have been zine; ”- and here I doubt that Mr. Bowles some excuse for him; if he had been : will not approve of my sentiments. needy or a bad man, his conduct would
Although I regret having published have been intelligible: but he is the oppo“English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,” the site of all these; and thinking and feeling part which I regret the least is that which as I do of Pope, to me the whole thing in regards Mr. Bowles with reference to Pope. unaccountable. However, I must call thing Whilst I was writing that publication, in by their right names. I cannot call his 1607 and 1808, Mr. Hobhouse was desirous edition of Pope a "candid” work; and I that I should express our mutual opinion still think that there is an affectation & of Pope, and of Mr. Bowles's edition of his that quality not only in those volumes, bas works. As I had completed my outline, in the pamphlets lately published. and felt lazy, I requested that he would He did it. His fourteen lines on
“Why yet he doth deny his prisoners." Bowles's Pope are in the first edition of Mr. Bowles says, that "he has seen pasa“English Bards and Scotch Reviewers;” ges in his letters to Martha Blount which and are quite as severe and much more were never published by me, and I hope poetical than my own in the second. On never will be by others; which are * reprinting the work, as I put my name to gross as to imply the grossest liceatives it, I omitted Mr. Hobhouse's lines, and ness.” Is this fair play? It may, or it may replaced them with my own, by which the not be that such passages exist; and that work gained less than Mr. Bowles. I have Pope, who was not a monk, although stated this in the preface to the second catholic, may have occasionally sinned edition. It is many years since I have word and in deed with woman in his youth: read that poem; but the Quarterly Review, but is this a sufficient ground for such ! Mr. Octavius Gilchrist, and Mr. Bowles sweeping denunciation ? Where is the # himself, have been so obliging as to refresh married Englishman of a certain rank el my memory, and that of the public. I am life, who (provided he has not taken & grieved to say, that in reading over those ders) has not to reproach himself between lines, I repent of their having so far fallen the ages of sixteen and thirty with fu short of what I meant to express upon the more licentiousness than has ever yet been subject of Bowles's edition of Pope's Works. traced to Pope? Pope lived in the publie Mr. Bowles says, that "Lord Byron knows eye from his youth upwards; he had all he does not deserve this character." I the dunces of his own time for his enemich know no such thing. I have met Mr. Bowles and, I am sorry to say, some, who have occasionally, in the best society in Lon- not the apology of duiness for detractive don; he appeared to me an amiable, well since his death; and yet to what do all their informed, and extremely able man. I desire accumulated hints and charges amount! nothing better than to dine in company to an equivocal liaison with Martha Bloust with such a mannered man every day in which might arise as much from his infirmi the week: but of "his character I know ities as from his passions; to a hopeles nothing personally; I can only speak to flirtation with Lady Mary W. Montare: his manners, and these have my warmest to a story of Cibber's; and to two or three approbation. But I never judge from man- coarse passages in his works. Who could ners, for I once had my pocket picked by come forth clearer from an invidios ir the civilest gentleman i' ever met with; quest on a life of fifty-six years?" and one of the mildest persons I ever saw was Ali Pacha. Of Mr. Bowles's “character” passages in his letters, provided that they
are we to be officiously reminded of sace I will not do him the injustice to judge exist. Is Mr. Bowles aware to what see from the edition of Pope, if he prepared rummaging among "letters” and “stories it heedlessly; nor the justice, should it be might lead? I have myself seen a colie otherwise, because I would neither become tion of letters of another eminent. 18 a literary executioner, nor a personal one. pre-eminent, deceased poet, Mr. Bowles the individual, and Mr. Bowles gross, and 'elaborately coarse, thailand the editor, appear the two most opposite not believe that they could be paralleled things imaginable.
in our language. What is more strange "And he himself one-antithesis."
postscripts to his serions and sentimental I won't say “vile,” because it is harsh; letters, to which are tacked either a piece nor "mistaken,” because it has two sylla- of prose, or some verses, of the most be bles too many: but every one must fill up perbolical indecency. He himself repen the blank as he pleases.
ers are in existence, and have been seen cant moral; but always cant, multiplied many besides myself; but would his through all the varieties of life. It is the or have been “candid” in even alluding fashion, and while it lasts will be too them ? Nothing wonld have even pro- powerful for those who can only exist by ed me, an indifferent spectator, to allude taking the tone of the time. I say cant,
them, but this further attempt at the because it is a thing of words, without reciation of Pope.
the smallest influence upon human actions; What should we say to an editor of the English being no wiser, no better, and dison, who cited the following passage much poorer, and more divided amongst m Walpole's letters to George Montagu? themselves, as well as far less moral, than r. Young has published a new book. they were before the prevalence of this · Addison sent for the young Earl of verbal decorum. This' hysterical horror arwick, as he was dying, to show him of poor Pope's not very well ascertained what peace a Christian could die; un- and never fully proved amours (for even kily he died of brandy: nothing makes Cibber owns that he prevented the someChristian die in peace like being maud- what perilous adventure in which Pope ! but don't say this in Gath where you was embarking) sounds very virtuous in e.” Suppose the editor introduced it a controversial pamphlet; but all men of th this preface: “One circumstance is the world who know what life is, or at entioned by Horace Walpole, which if least what it was to them in their youth,
was indeed flagitious. Walpole in- must langh at such a ludicrous foundation ms Montagu that Addison sent for the of the charge of “a libertine sort of love;" ung, Earl of Warwick, when dying, to while the more serious will look upon ow him in what peace a Christian could those who bring forward such charges e; but unluckily he died drunk.” Now, upon an insulated fact, as fanatics or hythough there might occur on the subse- pocrites, perhaps both. The two are someent, or on the same page, a faint show times compounded in a happy mixture. disbelief, seasoned with the expression Mr. Octavius Gilchrist speaks rather “the same candour" (the same exactly irreverently of a “second tumbler of hot
throughout the book), I should say white-wine-negus.” What does he mean? at this editor was either foolish or false Is there any harm in negus? or is it the
his trust; such a story onght not to worse for being hot? or does Mr. Bowles ave been admitted, except for one brief drink negus? I had a better opinion of ark of crushing indignation, unless it him. I hoped that whatever wine he drank ere completely proved. Why the words was neat; or at least, that like the ordiif true?” that "if” is not a peace-maker. nary in Jonathan Wild, “he preferred punch, Thy talk of “Cibber's testimony" to his the rather as there was nothing against it centiousness; to what does this amount? in Scripture.” I should be sorry to believe at Pope when very young was once de- that Mr. Bowles was fond of negus; it is pyed by some nobleman and the player to such a "candid” liquor, so like a wishyhouse of carpal recreation. Mr. Bowles washy compromise between the passion for as not always a clergyman; and when wine and the propriety of water. But dife was a very young man, was he never ferent writers have divers tastes. Judge educed into as much? If I were in the Blackstone composed his “Commentaries" umour for storytellin and relating little (he was a poet too in his youth) with a necdotes, I could tell a much better story bottle of port before him. Addison's conf Mr. Bowles, than Cibber's, upon much versation was not good for much till he etter authority, viz. that of Mr. Bowles had taken a similar dose. Perhaps the imself. It was not related by him in my prescription of these two great men was resence, but in that of a third person, not inferior to the very different one of a rhom Mr. Bowles, names oftener than once soi-disant poet of this day, who after wann the course of his replies. This gentle- dering amongst the hills, returns, goes to san related it to me a humourous bed, and dictates his verses, being fed by nd witty anecdote; and so it was, what- a bystander with bread and butter during ver its other characteristics might be. the operation. But should I, for a youthful frolic, brand I now come to Mr. Bowles's “invariable Ir. Bowles with a "libertine sort of love," principles of poetry." These Mr. Bowles up with “licentiousness ? ” Is he the less and some of his correspondents pronounce low a pious or a good man, for not hav- "unanswerable ;” and they are “unanswerng always been a priest? No such thing; ed," at least by Campbell, who seems to
am willing to believe him a good man, have been astounded by the title. The Imost as good a man as Pope, but no better. sultan of the time being offered to ally
The truth is, that in these days the himself to a king of France, because “he grand “primum mobile” of England in cant; hated the wordleague;" which proves ant political, cant poetical, cant religious, that the Padisha understood French. Mr.