Donfton returned to the company, and In a few minutes the affair was decided; the bell was rung, but by whom is uncertain; the waiter went up, and perceiving what had happened, ran down ftairs frighted, told his mafter the catastrophe, who ran inftantly up ftairs, and found the two combatants ftanding clofe together; Mr Chaworth had his fword in his left hand, and Lord Byron his in his right; Lord Byron's left hand was round Mr Cbaworth as Mr Chaworth's right hand was round Lord Byron's neck, and over his fhoulder. He defired Mr Fynmore to take his (word, and Lord Byron delivered up his at the fame time; one, or both, called to him to get fome help immediately, and in a few minutes Mr Hawkins the furgeon was fent for, who came accordingly. In the mean time Mr Montague, Mr Hewett, Mr Donlon, Mr Willoughby, Mr Molyneux, and Mr Sherwin had entered the room; the account Mr Chaworth then gave, was, "That he could not live many hours; that he forgave Lord Byron, and hoped the world would; that the affair had pafsed in the dark, only a finall tallow candle burning in the room; that Lord Byron asked him, If he meant the converfation on the game to Sir Charles Sedley or to him? To which he replied, If you have any thing to say, we had better fhut the door; that while he was doing this, Lord Byron bid him draw, and, in turning, he faw his lordship's fword half drawn, on which he whipped out his own, and made the first pafs; the fword being through my Lord's waistcoat he thought he had killed him, and afking whether he was not mortally wound g C ed, Lord Byron while he was fpeaking fhortened his fword, and stabbed him in the belly." When Mr Hawkins, the furgeon, came in, he found Mr Chaworth fitting by the fire, with the lower part of his waistcoat open, his fhirt bloody, and his hand upon his belly; he was very earneft to know if he thought him in immedi are danger; and being anfwered in the affirmative, he defired his uncle Leving might be fent for, that he might fettle his private affairs; and, in the mean time, gave Mr Hawkins a particular detail of what had passed. "He faid, "that Lord Byron and he entered the room together, Lord Byron leading the way; that his lordship, in walking forwards, faid fomething relative to the former difpute, on which he propofed fastening the door; that on turning himself round from this act he perceived his lordship with his fword either drawn, or nearly fo; on which he inftantly drew his own, and made a thruft at him, which he thot had wounded or killed him; that then perceiving his lordship shorten D his fword to return the thrust, he thought to have parry'd it with his left hand, at which he looked twice, imagining he had cut it in the attempt; that he felt the fword enter his body, and go deep through his back, that he ftruggled, and being the ftronger man, difarmed his lordfhip, and expreffed a concern as under an apprehenfion of having mortally wounded him; that Lord Byron res plied by faying fomething to the like effect; adding, at the fame time, that he hoped now he would allow him to be as brave a man as any in the kingdom." Mr Hawkins adds, that painFed and diftreffed as Mr Chaworth then was, and under the immediate danger of death, he repeated what he had heard he had declared to his friends before, that he had rather be in his prefent fituation, than live under the misfortune of having killed another person.' g G. H After a little while he feemed to grow stronger, and he was then removed to his own house, where Mr Adair, another furgeon, Mr Man, an apothecary, and Dr Addington his phyfician, came to the affiftance of Mr Hawkins, but no relief could be given him; he continued fenfible, however, till the time of his death, and Mr Lewing being now come, Mr Partington, an attorney, was fent for to make his will, for which he gave very fenfible and diktinct instructions: And while Mr Partington was employed in this bufinefs, he gave Mr Levin, at his request, the fame account which he had before given to Mr Hawkins, la menting, at the fame time, his own folly in fighting in the dark, an expreffion that certainly conveyed no imputation on Lord Byron, and implied no more than this, that by fight and Lord Byron being till engaged, had a right to avail himself of that, mistake for the prefervation of his own life. His lordship himself, no A doubt, may wish that he had, in that fituation, difabled him only; but in the heat of duelling who can always be collected" ing with a dim light he had given up Mr Partington, when he had finished the bufinefs he was fent for, and the will was properly executed, recollected the probability that he fhould one day be called upon to give teftimony to the dying words of his unhappy client, and accordingly, with the caution that always accompanies a thorough know. ledge of the law, he thought proper to commit to writing the laft words he was heard to say on this occafion. This writing was put into the hands of Mr Levinx, and gave rife to a report that a paper was written by the deceafed, and fealed up, not to be opened till the time that Lord Byron should be tried but no paper whatever was written by Mr Chasworth, and that written by Mr Partington was as follows: " my D F Mr URBAN, W king emendations, annotations, or illuftrations, of fome part or other of Shakespear, with the principal of which your Magazine is enriched, give me leave to take this opportunity of throwing one mite into the treafury, which I accidentally caft my eye upon the other day. Looking into an 1667, among other memorable things old Almanack, printed in the year there mentioned, I find as followsJulius Cafar Alain with bodkins.It immediately occurred to my thoughts that, by the word bodkin, in the famous fpeech of Hamlet, To be, or not to be- -Who would bear the whips and corns of time, &c. &c. HILE almost every body is ma When he himself might his quietus make Shakespear did not mean, as I perceive "Sunday morning, the twenty-fe"venth of January, about three of "the clock, Mr Chaworth faid, That Lord's fword was half drawn, " and that he, knowing the man, im"mediately, or as quick as he could, "whipt out his fword and had the G "first thruft; that then my Lord "wounded him, and he disarmed my "Lord, who then faid, By G-d, I "have as much courage as any man " in England." These are the particulars of this unfortunate affair; by which it should H feem, that neither Mr Chaworth him. felf, nor any of his friends, could blame Lord Byron for the part he had in his death. Mr Chaworth, it is ma nifeft, was under the apprehensions of having mortally wounded Lord Byron THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY, From the Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, latety published, and promised in our last, p. 183. T was a friar of orders gray, IT Walkt forth to tell his beades; Clad in a pilgrime's weeds. Now Chrift thee fave, thou reverend friar, If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou didst fee. And how should I know your true love, And by his fandal fhoone *. Lady, he's dead and gone! And 'playning of her pride. Here bore him barefac'd on his bier And art thou dead, thou gentle youth! Some ghoftly comfort feek; My lorrow now reprove; For thee I wish to dye. For, violets pluckt, the fweéteft fhowers Our joys as winged dreams do flye? O fay not foe, thou holy friar; These are the diftinguishing marks of a pilgrim. The chief places of devotion being beyond Jea, the pilgrims were wont to put cockle-fhe is in their bats to denote the intention or performance of thewr pilgrimage. Warb, Shakelp, Vol. 8, p. 224. And will he ne'er come again ? Will he ne'er come again? Ah! no, he is dead and laid in his grave, His cheek was redder than the rose, The comlieft youth was he :- Sigh no more, lady, figh no more, To one thing constant never. Now fay not fo, thou holy friar, I pray thee fay not foe: My love he had the trueft heart. And art thou dead, thou much-lov'd youth, Then farewell home; for, evermore Bat firft upon my true-love's grave And thrice I'll kiss the green-grafs turf That wraps his breathless clay. Yet ftay, fair lady; reft a while Beneath this cleyfter wail: See through the hawthorn blows the cold wind, And drizzly rain doth fall. O ftay me not, thou holy friar; And dry thofe pearly tears; Here forc'd by grief, and hopeless love, To end my days I thought. Now farewell grief, and welcome joy Once more unto my heart: For fince I have found thee, lovely youth; We never more will part. Poetical ESSAYS; MAY 1765. Some men with fwords may reap the field, And must give ftoop to fate, up their murmuring breath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands, wither on your brow, Then boaft no more your mighty deeds, See where the victor victim bleeds: To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the juft Smell fweet, and bloffom in the duft. THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE. TOW happy is he borne or taught, That ferveth not anothers will; Of princes ear, or vulgar breath : A RIDDLE. By Miss AURORA, clad in roly yet, (Her hair with dewy woodbines dreft) And fometimes cling round Chloe's neck, And add a charm to gay Vauxball. And midt brown shade of cloifter'd gloom, Where mofs and ivy twine around, And, when each flower is wither'd feen,' 231 Written on a paper, which contained a piece of E curious hands, that. hid from vulgar eyes, cake, With virtue's awe forbear the facred prize, The fecret prefent of a matchlefs maid. The Cypryan queen, at hymen's fond requeft, Each nice ingredient chofe with happiest art; Fears, fighs, and wishes of th' enamoured breaft, And pains that pleafe, are mixt in every part. With rofy hand the fpicy fruit fhe brought From Papbian hills, and fair Cythera's ifle; And tempered fweet with these the melting thought, The kifs ambrofial and the yielding smile. Ambiguous looks, that fcorn and yet relent, Denials mild, and firm unalter'd truth, Reluctant pride, and amorous faint confent, And meeting ardors and exulting youth. Sleep, wayward God! hath fworn while thefe remain, With flattering dreams to dry his nightly tear, And chearful Hope, fo oft invok'd in vain, With fairy fongs fhall foothe his penfive car. If bound by vows to friendship's gentle fide, And fond of foul, thou hop'ft an equal grace, If youth or maid thy joys and griefs divide, O much intreated leave this fatal place. Sweet Peace, who long hath fhunn'd my plaintive day, Confents at length to bring me fhort delight, Thy careiefs fteps may fcare her doves away, And grief with raven note ufurp the night. I' On the Death of Dr YOUNG. Mmortal bard, thy talk at length is o'er And lo! I kail thee on th' immortal fhore; Hail thy releafe, from fick nefs, age, and care, Thofe fatal evils to which flesh is heir! Full ripe for heav'n, thy foul afcending flies, By angels welcom'd, to the eternal skies, Where oft thy mind on contemplation's wing Approach'd the throne of heaven's almighty king: The path to which, while yet on earth, you knew The path of life, and track'd it to our view; Whose muse amids the folemn gloom of night From duft arofe, and wing'd to heav'n her flight Where, Where, as the joyn'd the bright angelic choir Which thou rehearsing in our wond'ring ears EPILOGUE, Spoken at the Theatre Royal in Drury Coming forwards, curtfies. Your fervant, gentlemen!-Your fervant ladies! Papa's the Prompter-but to a my trade is : And though my fize is fmall, my years but few, I'll warrant, he shall find I know my Cue. Females of ev'ry age have leave to tattle: And I had rather ufe it than my thimble ; O, how i'll rant! how loud i'll be! and glibber To a YOUNG LADY, MARK me whilft I fing your beauty All mankind acknowledge thes, Heaven fuch wonderful perfection Al lher wond'rous skill hath try'da The CASTLE-TOP. Written by a Lad at Winchefter School. UR great foretathers did the top produce, Long had they thus indulg'd the sportive fight, An open delve to take th' embracing cord, This the triumphant youth with joy furveys, A whizzing, finging, humming, droning fleep; Hail, grateful play-thing, whence our pleasures Pleafures unmixt, and joys unfower'd with woe, Thus man, by Nature's cords fet up on earth, Once more exerts his bafted pomp, that's thewn may drop, [a top A Poem on the last day. Since Fortune plays with him, and he himselt's |