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dance together. An old man of one of them enters, and ballad on Charlotte Lynes, given in Miss Seward's Mo reproves the young men for dancing with the females of moirs of Darwin, which is pretty—I quote from memory the opposite family. The male relatives of the latter of these last fifteen years. resent this. Both parties rush home, and arm themselves.
For my first night I'll go They meet directly, by moonlight, in the public way, and
To those regions of snow, fight' e out. Three are killed on the spot, and six wounded,
Where the sun for six inonths never shines ;
And think, even then, mos of them dangerously,-pretty well for two families,
He too soon came again, meinks and all fact, of the last week. Another assas
To disturb me with fair Charlotte Lynes.' sitation has taken place at Cesenna,-in all about forty in Romagna within these last three months. These people. «To-day I have had no communication with my Case retain much of the middle ages.
bonari cronies ; but, in the mean time, my lower apart
ments are full of their bayonets, fusils, cartridges, ano
“February 15, 1821. "Last night finished the first act of Sardanapalus. To to be sacrifiwed, in case of accidents. It is no great matter,
what not. I suppose that they consider me as a depol ght, or to-morrow, I ought to answer letters.
supposing that Italy could be liberated, who or what is
sacrificed. It is a grand object—the very poetry of poli“February 16, 1821.
tics. Only think—a free Italy!!! Why, there has been “ Last night I! Conte P. G. sent a man with a bag full nothing like it since the days of Augustus. I reckon the of bayonets, some muskets, and some hundreds of car- times of Cæsar (Julius) free; because the commotions tridges to my house, without apprizing me, though I had left every body a side to take, and the parties were pretty seen him not half an hour before. About ten days ago, cqual at the set out. But, afterward, it was all Pretorian when there was to be a rising here, the Liberals and my and legionary business we shall see, or at least, some brethren Ci. asked me to purchase some arms for a cer- will see, whai card will turn up. It is best to hope, even lain few of our ragamuffins. I did so immediately, and of the hopeless. The Dutch did more than those fellows ordered ammunition, &c. and they were armed accord- have to do, in the Seventy Years' War. mgly. Well--the rising is prevented by the Barbarians marching a week sooner than appointed; and an order is
" February 19, 1821. issued, and in force, by the Government, that all persons “Came home solus—very high wind-lightninghaving arms concealed, &c. &c. shall be liable to,' &c. moonshine-solitary stragglers muffled in cloaks—women &c.—and what do my friends, the patriots, do two days in mask-white houses-clouds hurrying over the sky, like afterward? Why, they throw back upon my hands, and spilt milk blown out of the pail-altogether very poetical. into my house, these very arms (without a word of warn. It is still blowing hard—the tiles flying, and the house ing previously) with which I had furnished them at their rocking-rain splashing lightning flashing-quite a fino own request, and at my own peril and expense. Swiss Alpine evening, and the sea roaring in the distance.
" It was lucky that Lega was at home to receive them. “Visited—conversazione. All the women frightened If any of the servants had (except Tita and F. and Lega) by the squall: they won't go to the masquerade because it they would have betrayed it immediately. In the mean lightens the pious reason! : time, if they are denounced, or discovered, I shall be in a "Still blowing away. A. has sent me some news toscrape.
day. The war approaches nearer and nearer. Oh those " At nine went out-at eleven returned. Beat the scoundrel sovereigns! Let us but see them beaten-lot crow for stealing the falcon's victuals. Read. Tales of the Neapolitans but have the pluck of the Dutch of old, or my Landlord'-wrote a letter—and mixed a moderate of the Spaniards of now, or of the German Protestants, the beaker of water with other ingredients.
Scotch Presbyterians, the Swiss under Tell, or the Greeks
under Themistocles-all small and solitary nalina “February 18, 1821.
(except the Spaniards and German Lutherans,) and there "The news are that the Neapolitans have broken a is yet a resurrection for Italy, and a hope for the world bridge, and slain four pontifical carabiniers, whilk carabiniers, wished to oppose. Besides the disrespect to
“February 20, 1821 neutrality, it is a pity that the first blood shed in this Ger- « The news of the day are, that the Neapolitans are full man quarrel should be Italian. However, the war seems of energy. The public spirit here is certainly well kept begun in good earnest; for, if the Neapolitans kill the up. The 'Americani' (a patriotic society here, an underPope's carabiniers, they will not be more delicate towards branch of the "Carbonari') give a dinner, in the Forest in the Barbarians. If it be even so, in a short time, there a few days, and have invited me, as one of the Ci. It will be news o' thae craws,' as Mrs. Alison Wilson says is to be in the Forest of Boccacio's and Dryden's 'Huntsof Jenny Biane's "unco cockernony' in the Tales of my man's Ghost; and, even if I had not the same political Landlord.
feelings, (to say nothing of my old convivial turn, which "In turning over Grimm's Correspondence to-day, I every now and then revives,) I would go as a poet, or, at found a thought of Tom Moore's in a song of Mauperiuis least, as a lover of poetry. I shall expect to see the spectre to a female Laplander.
of 'Ostasio* degli Onesti' (Dryden has turned him into • Et tous les lieux,
Guido Cavalcanti-an essentially different person, as may
be found in Dante) come 'thundering for his prey't in the Font la Zone brûlante.'
midst of the festival. At any rate, whether he does or ng This is Moore s
I will get as tipsy and patriotic as possible.
“Within these few days I have read, but not written And those wes make my climate, wherever I roam.' But I am sure that Moore never saw it; for this song
“February 21, 1821. was published in Grimm's Correspondence in 1813, and
*As usual, rode—visited, &c. Business begins to I knew Moore's by heart in 1812. There is also another thicken. The Pope has printed a declaration against the but an antithetical coincidence.
patriots, who, he says, meditate a rising. The conseLe soleil luit,
quence of all this will be, that, in a fortnight, the whole Des jours sans nuit
up. The proclamation is not yet published, Bientôt il nous destine ;
but printed, ready for distribution. ** sent me a copy
privately—a sign that he does not know what to think Passes prés des Christine.'
• In Boccacio, the name is, I think, Nestagio. This is the thoughl, reversed, of the last stanza of the
See Deu Juan, Canto 34 105 and 106,
Où sont ses yeur,
country will be
Mais ces long jours
When he wants to be well with the patriots, he sends to of which I am a 'socio. The vice-legale had the impu me some civil message or other.
dent insolence to introduce three of his servants in mask"For my own part, it seems to me, that nothing but the without tickets, too! and in spite of remonstrances. The most decided success of the Barbarians can prevent a consequence was, tiat the your.g men of the ball look is general and immediate rise of the whole nation.
up, and were near throwing tho vice-legate out of the win
dow. His servants, seeing the scene, withdrew, and he “February 23, 1821.
after them. His reverence Měnsignore ought to know Almost ditto with yesterday-rode, &c.-visited that these are not times for the predominance of priests wrote nothing-read Roman History.
over decorum. Two niinutes more, two seps farther, and "Had a curious letter from a fellow, who informs me the whole city would have been in arms, and the govern that the Barbarians are ill-disposed towards me. He is
ment driven out of it. probably a spy, or an impostor. But be it so, even as he
"Such is the spirit of the day, and these fellows appcar says. They cannot bestow their hostility on one who not to perceive it. As far as the simple fact went, the loathes and execrates them more than I do, or who will
young men were right, servants being prohibited always oppose their views with more zeal, when the opportunity at these festivals. offers.
“Yesterday wrote two notes on the ‘Bowles and Popo
“February 24, 1821. controversy, and sent them off to Murray by the post. The Rode, &c. as usual. The secret intelligence arrived old woman whom I relieved in the forest (she is ninetythis morning from the frontier to the CI. is as bad as pos- four years of age*) brought me two bunches of violets. sible. The plan has missed—the chiefs are betrayed, Nam vita gaudet mortua foribus. I was much pleased military as well as civil—and the Neapolitans not only with the present. An Englishwoman would have prehave nol moved, but have declared to the P. government sented a pair of worsted stockings, at least, in the month and to the Barbarians, that they know nothing of the of February. Both excellent things; but the former are matter!!!
more elegant. The present, at this season, reminds ona " Thus the world goes; and thus the Italians are always of Gray's stanza, omitted from his elegy. lost for lack of union among themselves. What is to be • Here scatter'd oft, the earliest of the year, done here, between the two fires, and cut off from the No.
By hands unseen, are showers of violets found; frontier, is not decided. My opinion was, better to rise
The redbreast loves to build and warble here,
And little footstepa lightly print the ground.' than be taken in detail; but how it will be settled now, cannot tell
. Messengers are despatched to the delegates As fine a stanza as any in his elegy. I wonder that he of the ovher cities to learn their resolutions.
could have the heart to omit it. "I always had an idea that it would be bungled; but was "Last night I suffered horribly from an indigestion, I willing to hope, and am so still. Whatever I can do by believe. I never sup-- that is, never at home. But
, last money, means, or person, I will venture freely for their night, I was prevailed upon by the Countess Gamba's freeduin; and have so repeated to them (some of the persuasion, and the strenuous example of her brother, to Chiefs here) half an hour ago. I have two thousand five swallow, at supper, a quantity of boiled cockles, and to hundred scudi
, better than five hundred pounds, in the dilute them, not reluctantly, with some Imola wine. When house, which I offered to begin with.
I came home, apprehensive of the consequences, I swal
lowed three or four glasses of spirits, which men (the " February 25, 1821.
venders) call brandy, rum, or Hollands, but which gods *Came home-my head aches plenty of news, but too would entitle spirits of wine, coloured or sugared. All was are some to set down. I have neither read, nor written, pretty well till I got to bed, when I became somewhat nor thought, but led a purely animal life all day. I mean swollen, and considerably vertiginous. I got out, and to try to write a page or two before I go to bed. But, as mixing some soda-powders, drank them off. This brought Squire Sullen says, “My head aches consumedly: Scrub, on temporary relief. I returned to bed; but grew sick bring me a dram! Drank some Imola wine, and some and sorry once and again. Took more soda-water. At punch
last I fell into a dreary sleep. Woke, and was ill all day, Log-book continued.*
till I had galloped a few miles. Query-was it the
cockles, or what I took to correct them, that caused the
«February 27, 1821. commotion ? I think both. I remarked in my illness the "I have been a day without continuing the log, because complete inertion, inaction, and destruction of my chief I could not find a blank book. At length I recollected this. mental faculties. I tried to rouse them, and yet could not
* Rode, &c. dined-wrote down an additional stanza and this is the Soul!!! I should believe that it was mare for the 5th canto of D. J. which I had composed in bed ried to the body, if they did not sympathize su much with this morning. Visited l Amica. We are invited on the each other. If the one rose, when the other fell, it wouiu night of the Veglione, (next Domenica) with the Mar- be a sign that they longed for the natural state of divorca. chesa Clelia Cavalli and the Countess Spinelli Rusponi. But, as it is, they seem to draw together like posthorsen I promised to go. Last night there was a row at the ball "Let us hope the best—it is the grana possession."
(EXTRACTED FROM VARIOUS JOURNALS, MEMORANDUMS, &c. &c.)
Ja tho first leaf of his "Scriptores Græci" is in his / Grammar School (Scotic?, 'Schule;' Aberdonice, schoolboy hand, the following memorial :-"George Gor-Squeel,') where I threaded all the classes to the forarth don Byron, Wednesday, June 26th, A. D. 1805, 3 quarters when I was recalled to England (where I had been of an hour past 3 o'clock in the afternoon, 3d school, hatched) by the demise of my uncle. I acquired this Calvert, monitor, Tom Wildman on my left hand, and handwriting, which I can hardly read myself
, under the Long on my right. Harow on the Hill.” On the same fair copies of Mr. Duncan of the same city: I don't leal, written five years after, appears this comment: think he would plume himself much upon my progress. * Eheu fugaces, Posthume i Posthume 1
However, I wrote much better then than I have ever
done since. Haste and agitation of one kind or another B. January 9th, 1809.-Of the four persons whose have quite spoiled as pretty a scrawl as ever scratched names are here mentioned, one is dead, another in a dis- over a frank. The grammar school might consist of a tant climate, all separated, and not five years have elapsed into five classes taught by four masters, the chief teaching
hundred and fifty of all ages under age. It was divided kince they sat together in school, and none are yet twentyone years of age."
the fourth and fifth himself. As in England, the fifth, In some of his other school books are recorded the date sixth forms, and monitors, are heard by the head masters. of his entrance at Harrow, the names of the boys who were at that time monitors, and the list of his fellow-pupils "I doubt sometimes whether, after all, a quiet and under Doctor Drury, as follows:
unagitated life would have suited me; yet I sometimes "Byron, Harrow on the Hill, Middlesex, Alumnus long for it. My earliest dreams (as most boys' dreams Schole Lyonensis primus in anno Domini 1801, Ellison are) were martial; but a little later they were all for luve Duce."
and retirement, till tho hopeless attachment to M * * * "Monitors, 1801.-Ellison, Royston, Hunxman, Rash-C** * began and continued (though sedulously conleigh, Rokeby, Leigh."
cealed) very early in my teens; and so upwards for a *Drury's Pupils, 1804.-Byron, Drury, Sinclair, Hoare, time. This threw me out again ‘alone on a wide, wide Bolder, Annesley, Calveri, Strong, Acland, Gordon, sea. In the year 1804, I recollect meeting my sister at Drummond."
General Harcourt's in Portland-place. I was then one
thing, and as she had always till then found me. When "For several years of my earliest childhood, I was in we met again in 1805, (she told me since) my temper and Aberdeen, but have never revisited it since I was ten disposition were so completely altered that I was hardly years old. I was sent, at five years old or earlier, to a
to be recognised. I was not then sensible of the change; school kept by a Mr. Bowers, who was called 'Bodey but I can believe it, and account for it." Bowers,' by reason of his dapperness. It was a school for both sexes. I learned little there except to repeat by "In all other respects,” (he says, after mentioning his rote the first lesson of Monosyllables ("God made man' infant passion for Mary Duff,) " I differed not at all from ~Let us love him') by hearing it often repeated, without other children, being neither tall nor short, dull nor witty, acquiring a letter. Whenever proof was made of my of my age, but rather lively-except in my sullen moods progress at home, I repeated these words with the most and then I was always a devil. They once (in one of rapid Auency; but on turning over a new leaf, I continued my silent rages) wrenched a knife from me, which I had to repeat them, so that the narrow boundaries of my first snatched from table at Mrs. B.'s dinner, (I always dined year's accomplishments were detected, my ears boxed, earlier,) and applied to my breast ;-but this was three or (which they did not deserve, seeing it was by ear only four years after, just before the late Lord B.'s decease. that I had acquired my letters) and my intellects con- “My ostensible temper has certainly improved in later signed to a new preceptor. He was a very devour, clever years; but I shudder, and must, to my latest hour, regret litule clergyman, named Ross, afterward minister of one the consequence of it and my passions combined. One of the kirks, (East, I think.) Under him I made asto- event-but no matter—there are others not much better nishing progress, and I recollect to this day his mild man- to think of also and to them I give the preference.. ners and good-natured pains-taking. The moment I “ But I hate dwelling upon incidents. My temper is could read, my grand passion was history, and, why I now under management-rarely loud, and, when loud, know not, but I was particularly taken with the battle never deadly. It is when silent, and I feel my forehead near the Lake Regillus in the Roman History, put into and my cheek paling, that I cannot control it ; and then my hands the first. Four years ago, when standing on ....
but unless there is a woman (and not any or every the heights of Tusculum, and looking down upon the little woman) in the way, I have sunk imo tolerable apathy." round lake that was once Regillus, and which dots the immense expanse below, I remembered my young enthu- “My passions were developed very early-so early siasm and my old instructer. Afterward I had a very that few would believe me if I were to state the period serious, saturnine, but kind young man, named Paterson, and the facts which accompanied it. Perhaps this was for a tutor. He was the son of my shoemaker, but a one of the reasons which caused the anticipated molangood scholar, as is common with the Scotch. He was a choly of my thoughts,—having anticipated life. My rigid Presbyterian also. With him I began Latin in earlier poems are the thoughts of one at least ten yean Ruddinnan's grammar, and continued till I went to the lolder than the age at which they were written,-I Jual
mean for their solidity, but their experience. The first and the whole went off with great effect upor our good two Cantos of Childe Harold were completed at twenty- natured audience." two; and they are written as if by a man older than I shall probably ever be."
“When I first went up to college, it was a new and a
heavy-hearted scene for me: firstly, I so much dislikes "V1y first dash into poetry was as early as 1800. It leaving Harrow, that though it was time, (1 being sever. was the ebullition of a passion for my first cousin, Mar-teen,) it broke my very rest for the last quarter with garee Parker, (daughter and granddaughter of the two counting the days that remained. I always hated Harrow Almirals Parker,) one of the most beautiful of evanes- till the last year and a half, but then I liked it. Secondly, cou beings. I have long forgotten the verses, but it I wished to go to Oxford and not to Cambridge. Thirdly would be difficult for me to forget her-her dark eyes. I was so completely alone in this new world, that it hair herling eyelashes-her completely Greek cast of face broke my spirits. My companions were not unsocial, an ! higure! I was then about twelve-she rather older, but the contrary-lively, hospitable, of rank and fortune, perhaps a year. She died about a year or two afterward, and gay far beyond my gayety. I mingied with, and in consequence of a fall, which injured her spine, and dined and supped, &c. with them; but, I know not how, induced consumption. Her sister Augusta (by some it was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my tbwght still more beautiful) died of the same malady; life to feel that I was no longer a boy." and i was, indeed, in attending her, that Margaret met "From that moment" (he adds) “I began to grow old win the accident which occasioned her own death. My in my own esteem, and in my esteem age is not estimasister told me, that when she went to see her, shortly ble. "I took my gradations in the vices with great prompbefore death, upon accidentally mentioning my name, titude, but they were not to my taste ; for my early pas. Margaret coloured through the paleness of mortality to sions, though violent in the extreme, were concentrated, the eyes, to the great astonishment of my sister, who and hated division or spreading abroad. I could have (residing with her grandmother, Lady Holderness, and left or lost the whole world with, or for, that which I seeing but little of me, for family reasons) knew nothing loved; but, though my temperament was naturally burnof our attachment, nor could conceive why my name ing, I could not share in the commonplace libertinism of should affect her at such a time. I knew nothing of her the place and time without disgust. And yet this very illness, being at Harrow and in the country, till she was disgust
, and my heart thrown back upon itself
, threw me gone. Some years after, I made an attempt at an elegy into excesses perhaps more fatal than those from which I - very dull one.*
shrunk, as fixing upon one (at a time) the passions which "I do not recollect scarcely any thing equal to the spread among many would have hurt only myself.” insparent beauty of my cousin, or to the sweetness of her temper, during the short period of our intimacy. She looked as if she had been made out of a rainbow—all had never read a Review. But while at Harrow, my
“Till I was eighteen years old (odd as it may seem) I beauty and peace.
"My passion had its usual effects upon me–I could general information was so great on modern topics as ió not sleep— I could not eat— I could not rest; and although mation from Reviews, because I was never seen reading.
induce a suspicion that I could only collect so much inforI lat reason to know that she loved me, it was the texture but always idle, and in mischief, or at play. The truth is
, of my life to think of the time which must elapse before that I read eating, read in bed, read when no one else we could meet again—being usually about twelve hours of separation! But I was a fool then, and am not much read, and had read all sorts of reading since I was five viser now."
years old, and yet never met with a Review, which is the only reason I know of why I should not have read them.
But it is true ; for I remember when Hunter and Curzon, "When I was fifteen years of age, it happened that, in in 1804, told me this opinion at Harrow, I made them a cavern in Derbyshire, I had to cross in a boat, (in which laugh by my ludicrous astonishment in esking them, two people only could lie down,) a stream which flows What is a Review ? To be sure, they were then lesy under a rock, with the rock so close upon the water as to
In three years more, I was better acquainted admit the boat only to be pushed on by a ferryman (a with that same; but the first I ever read was in 1806-7. sort of Charon) who wades at the stern, stooping all the “At School I was (as I have said) remarked for the time. The companion of my transit was Mary Anne extent and readiness of my general information; but in all Chaworth, with whom I had been long in love and never other respects idle, capable of great sudden exertions, tid it, though she had discovered it without. I recollect (such as ihirty or forty Greek hexameters, of course with my sensations, but cannot describe them, and it is as well. such prosody as it pleased God,) but of few continuous We were a party, a Mr. W. two Miss W.'s, Mr. and drudgeries. "My qualities were much more oratorical and Mrs. Cl-ke, Miss R. and my M. A.C. Alas! why martial than poetical
, and Dr. Drury, my grand patron, do I say my? Our union would have healed feuds in (our head master,) had a great notion that I should turn which blood had been shed by our fathers, it would have out an orator, from my fluency, my turbulence, my voice, joined lands broad and rich, it would have joined at least my copiousness of declamation, and my action. I rememone lieart, and two persons not ill matched in years, (she ber that my first declamation astonished him into some is two years my elder,) and-and-and—what has been unwonted (for he was economical of such) and sudden the result ?"
compliments, before the declaimers at our first rehearsa..
My first Harrow verses, (that is, English, as exercises, When I was a youth, I was reckoned a good actor. a translation of a chorus from the Prometheus of Æschy. Besides' Harrow Speeches', (in which I shone,) I enacted us were received by him but coolly. No one had the Penruddock, in the Wheel of Fortune,' and Tristram least notion that I should subside into poesy. Fickle in Allingham's farce of the Weathercock,' for
"Peel, the orator and statesman, (' that was, or is, or is three nights, (the duration of our compact,) in some
to be,") was my form-fellow, and we were both at the top private theatricals at Southwell, in 1806, with great
our remove, (a public-school phrase.) We were op applzuse. The occasional prologue for our volunteer good terms, but his brother was my intimate friend. There play was also of my composition. The other performers
were always great hopes of Peel
, among us all, masters were young ladies and gentlemen of the neighbourhood, and scholars--and he has not disappointed them. As a
scholar he was greatly my superior; as a declaimer and
actor, I was reckoned at least his equal ; as a schoolboy • Sec preceding Memoranda, on page 229.
out of school, I wa always in scrapes, and he never; and
in whom he always knew his lesson and I rarely,—but thee, my Lord Biron.' in Shakspeare, to Churchill the when I knew it, I knew it nearly as well. In general poet, to Kean the actor, to Alfieri, &c. &c. &c. information, history, &c. &c. I think I was his superior, as “The likeness to Alferi was asserted very seriously by well as of most buys of my standing.
an Italian who had known him in his younger days. 11 • The prodigy of our school-days was George Sinclair, of course related merely to our apparent personal dispo (son of Sir John ;) he made exercises for half the school, sitions. He did not assert it to me, (for we were not then (literally,) versos at will
, and themes without il. * * * good friends,) but in society. He was a friend of mine, and in the same remove, and “The object of so many contradictory comparisons used at umes to beg me to let him do my exercise,-a must probably be like something different from them all; request always most readily accorded upon a pinch, or but what that is, is more than I know, or anybody else." when I wanted to do something else, which was usually noce an hour. On the other hand, he was pacific and I
"My mother, before I was twenty, would have it that I savage ; so I fought for him, or thrashed others for him, was like Rousseau, and Madame de Staël used to say so or thrashed himselí to make him thrash others, when it too in 1813, and the Edinburgh Review has something of was necessary, as a point of honour and stature, that he the sort in its critique on the fourth Canto of Childe should so chastise ; or we talked politics, for he was a Harold.
I can't see any point of resemblance :-ho great politician and were very good friends. I have wrote prose; I verse: he was of the people; 1 of the some of his letters, written to me from school, still.*
aristocracy:* he was a philosopher; I am none; ho "Clayton was another school-monster of learning, and published his first work at forty; I mine at eighteen: his talent, and hope ; but what has become of him I do not first essay brought him universal applause ; mine the know. He was certainly a genius.
contrary: he married his housekeeper ; I could not keep "My school friendships were with me passions, (for I house with my wife: he thought all the world in a ploi was always violent,) but I do not know that there is one against him, my little world seems to think me in a plot which has endured" (to be sure some have been cut short against it, if I may judge by their abuse in print and by death) till now. That with Lord Claro began one of coterie: he liked bolany; I like flowers, herbs, and trees, the earliest and lasted longest-being only interrupted by, but know nothing of their pedigrees: he wrote music; I distance that I know of. I never hear the word ' Clare limit my knowledge of it to what I catch by ear 1 never without a beating of the heart even now, and I write it could learn any thing by study, not even a language-it with the feelings of 1803-4-5 ad infinitum."
was all by rote, and ear, and memory: he had a bad " At Harrow I fought my way very fairly. I think I memory; I had, at least, an excellent one, (ask Hodgson, lost but one battle out o seven; and that was to H- the poet a good judge, for he has an astonishing one :) -and the rascal did not win it, but by the unfair treal- he wrote with besitation and care; I with rapidity, and ment of his own boarding-house, where we boxed-I had rarely with pains : he could never ride, nor swim, nor not even a second. I never forgave him, and I should be 'was cunning of fence;' I am an excellent swimmer, a sorry to meet him now, as I am sure we should quarrel. decent, though not at all a dashing, rider, (having staved My most memorable combats were with Morgan, Rice, in a rib at eighteen in the course of scamperin2,) and Rainsford, and Lord Jocelyn,—but we were always
was sufficient of fence, particularly of the Highland friendly afterward. I was a most unpopular boy, but led broadsword,—not a bad boxer, when I could keep my latterly, and have retained many of my school friendships, temper, which was difficult, but which I strove to do ever and all my dislikes_except to Doctor Butler, whom I since I knocked down Mr. Purling, and put his kneepan treated rebelliously, and have been sorry ever since. out (with the gloves on,) in Angelo's and Jackson's Doctor Drury, whom I plagued sufficiently too, was the rooms, in 1806, during the sparring, -and I was besides a best, the kindest (and yet strict
, too) friend I ever had very fair cricketer-one of the Harrow eleven, when we and I look upon him still as a father.
played against Eton in 1805. Besides, Rousseau's way "P. Hunter, Curzon, Long, and Tatersall, were my or lire, iris country, his manners, his whole character, principal friends. Clare, Dorset, Co. Gordon, De Bath, were so very different, that I am at a loss to conceive how Claridge, and Joo. Wingfield, were my juniors and favour- such a comparison could have arisen, as it has done three ites, whom I spoiled by indulgence. Of all human several times, and all in rather a remarkable manner. I beings, I was, perhaps, at one time, the most attached to forgot to say that he was also shortsighted, and that poor Wingfield, who died at Coimbra, 1811, before I hitherto my eyes have been the contrary, to such a returned to England.”
degree, that in the largest theatre of Bologna I distin
guished and read some busts and inscriptions painted near "I have been thinking over, the other day, on the vari- the stage from a box so distant and so darkly lighted, that ous comparisons, good or evil, which I have seen published none of the company (composed of young and very of myself in different journals, English and foreign. This bright-eyed people, some of them in the same box) could was suggested to mo by accidentally turning over a make out a letter, and thought it was a trick, though I had foreign one lately,—for I have made it a rule latterly never never been in that theatre before. to search for any thing of the kind, but not to avoid the " Altogether, I think myself justified in thinking the perusal if presented by chance.
comparison not well founded. I do n't say this out of "To begin, then: I have seen myself compared per- pique, for Rousseau was a great man, and the thing, if sonally or poetically, in English, French, German, (as true, were flattering enough;—but I have no idea of interpreted to me,) Italian, and Portuguese, within these being pleased with a chimera." nine years, to Rousseau, Goëthe, Young, Aretine, Timon of Athens, Dante, Petrarch, ʻan alabaster vase, lighted up
"I have been thinking of an odd circunstance. My within,' Salan, Shakspeare, Buonaparte, Tiberius, Æschy- daughter, (1) my wife, (2) my half-sister, (3) my mother, lus, Sophocles, Euripides, Harlequin, the Clown, Stern-|(4) my sister's mother, (5) my natural daughter, (6) and hold and Hopkins, to the phantasmagoria, to Henry the myself
, (?) are, or were, all only children. My sister's Eighth, to Chenier, to Mirabeau, to young R. Dallas, mother (Lady Conyers) had only my half-sister by thias (the schoolboy,) to Michael Angelo, to Raphael, to a second marriage, (herself, too, an only child,) and my petal-maitre, to Diogenes, to Childe Harold, to Lara to father had only me, an only child, by his second marriage the Count in Beppo, to Milton, to Pope, to Dryden, to with my mother, an only child too. Such a complication Burns to Savage, to Chatterton, to 'oft have I heard of of only children, all tending to one family, is singula
• See child Harold, Canto 1. Note 19
• See Letter 33