ame,' which not only tormented itself but every tiptoe to march. Gave orders for some harness and body else in contact with it; and an 'esprit violent,' portmanteaus for the horses. which has almost left me without any 'esprit' at all. As to defining what a poet should be, it is not worth while, for what are they worth? what have they done? "Read some of Bowles's dispute about Pope, with all the replies and rejoinders. Perceive that my name has been lugged into the controversy, but have not time to state what I know of the subject. On some piping day of peace' it is probable that I may resume it. "February 9, 1821. "Grimm, however, is an excellent critic and literary historian. His Correspondents form the annals of the literary part of that age of France, with much of her politics, and still more of her' way of "Before dinner wrote a little; also, before I rode life.' He is as valuable, and far more entertaining out, Count P. G. called upon me, to let me know than Muratori or Tiraboschi-I had almost said, the result of the meeting of the Ci at F. and at B. than Guingené-but there we should pause. How-returned last night. Every thing was combined ever, 'tis a great man in its line. "Monsieur St. Lambert has Et lorsqu'a ses regards la lumière est ravie, This is, word for word, Thomson's And dying, all we can resign is breath,' without the smallest acknowledgement from the Lorraine of a poet. M. St. Lambert is dead as a man, and (for any thing I know to the contrary) damned as a poet, by this time. However, his Seasons have good things, and, it may be, some of his own. "February 2, 1821. under the idea that the Barbarians would pass the Po on the 15th inst. Instead of this, from some previous information or otherwise, they have hastened their march and actually passed two days ago; so that all that can be done at present in Romagna is, to stand on the alert and wait for the advance of the Neapolitans. Every thing was ready, and the Neapolitans had sent on their own instructions and intentions, and calculated for the tenth and eleventh, on which days a general rising was to take place, under the supposition that the Barbarians could not advance before the 15th. "As it is, they have but fifty or sixty thousand troops, a number with which they might as well attempt to conquer the world as secure Italy in its "I have been considering what can be the reason present state. The artillery marches last, and alone, why I always wake at a certain hour in the morn- and there is an idea of an attempt to cut part of ing, and always in very bad spirits-I may say, in them off. All this will much depend upon the first actual despair and despondency, in all respects-steps of the Neapolitans. Here, the public spirit is even of that which pleased me over night. In about excellent, provided it be kept up. This will be seen an hour or two, this goes off, and I compose either by the event. "February 10, 1821. to sleep again, or at least, to quiet. In England, "It is probable that Italy will be delivered from five years ago, I had the same kind of hypochondria, the Barbarians, if the Neapolitans will but stand but accompanied with so violent a thirst that I have firm, and are united among themselves. Here they drank as many as fifteen bottles of soda-water in appear so. one night, after going to bed, and been still thirsty -calculating, however, some lost from the bursting out and effervescence and overflowing of the sodawater, in drawing the corks, or striking off the necks of the bottles from mere thirsty impatience. At present, I have not the thirst; but the depression of spirits is no less violent. chondria. "Day passed as usual-nothing new. Barbarians still in march-not well equipped, and, of course, not well received on their route. There is some talk of a commotion at Paris. "February 11, 1821. "Rode out between four and six-finished my letter to Murray on Bowles's pamphlets-added "I read in Edgeworth's Memoirs of something postscript. Passed the evening as usual-out till similar (except that his thirst expanded itself on cleven-and subsequently at home. small beer) in the case of Sir F. B. Delaval;-but then he was, at least, twenty years older. What is it-liver? In England, Le Man (the apothecary) "Wrote had a copy taken of an extract from cured me of the thirst in three days, and it had Petrarch's Letters, with reference to the conspiracy lasted as many years. I suppose that it is all hypo- of the Doge, M. Faliero, containing the poet's opinion of the matter. Heard a heavy firing of "What I feel most growing upon me are laziness cannon towards Comacchio-the Barbarians rejoicand a disrelish more powerful than indifference. If ing for their principal pig's birthday, which is toI rouse, it is into fury. I presume that I shall end morrow-or Saint day I forget which. Received (if not earlier by accident, or some such termina- a ticket for the first ball to-morrow. Shall not go tion) like Swift-dying a top.' I confess I do not to the first, but intend going to the second, as also contemplate this with so much horror as he appa- to the Veglioni. rently did for some years before it happened. But Swift had hardly begun life at the very period (thirtythree) when I feel quite an old sort of feel. "Oh! there is an organ playing in the street-a waltz, too! I must leave off to listen. They are playing a waltz, which I have heard ten thousand times at the balls in London, betwen 1812 and 1815. Music is a strange thing. "February 5, 1821. "February 13, 182. To-day read a little in Louis B.'s Hollande, bu have written nothing since the completion of the letter on the Pope controversy. Politics are quite misty for the present. The Barbarians still upon their march. It is not easy to divine what the Italians will now do. "Was elected yesterday Socio' of the Carnival ball society. This is the fifth Carnival that I have "At last, the kiln's in a low.' The Germans passed. In the four former, I racketed a dood deal. are ordered to march, and Italy is, for the ten thou- In the present, I have been as sober as Lady Grace sandth time, to become a field of battle. Last night herself." the news came. "February 14, 1821. "This afternoon, Count P. G. came to me to con- "Much as usual. Wrote, before riding out, part sult upon divers matters. We rode out together. of a scence of Sardanapalus.' The first act nearly They have sent off to the C. for orders. To-morrow finished. The rest of the day and evening as before the decision ought to arrive, and then something-partly without, in conversazione-partly at home. will be done. Returned-dined-read-went out- "Heard the particulars of the late fray at Russi, talked over matters. Made a purchase of some a town not far from this. It is exactly the fact of arms for the new enrolled Americani, who are all on Romeo and Giulietta-not Romeo, as the Barbarian writes it. Two families of Contadini (peasants) are at a feud. At a ball, the younger part of the fami • See Journal'anuary 6, 1821. For my first night I'll go lies forget their quarrels, and dance together. An "This is the thought, reversed, of the last stanza old man of one of them enters, and reproves the of the ballad on Charlotte Lynes, given in Miss young men for dancing with the females of the op- Seward's Memoirs of Darwin, which is pretty-I posite family. The male relatives of the latter quote from memory of these last fifteen years. resent this. Both parties rush home, and arm themselves. They meet directly, by moonlight, in the public way, and fight it out. Three are killed on the spot, and six wounded, most of them dangerously,-pretty well for two families, methinks-and all fact, of the last week. Another assassination has taken place at Cesenna,-in all about forty in Romagna within these last three months. These people retain much of the middle ages. "February 15, 1821. "February 16, 1821. To those regions of snow, He too soon came again, To disturb me with fair Charlotte Lynes.' "To-day I have had no communication with my Carbonari cronies; but, in the mean time, my lower apartments are full of their bayonets, fusils, car tridges, and what not. I suppose that they con"Last night finished the first act of Sardanapa- sider me as a depôt, to be sacrificed, in case of lus. To-night, or to-morrow, I ought to answer accidents. It is no great matter, supposing that letters. Italy could be liberated, who or what is sacrificed. It is a grand object-the very poetry of politics. "Last night Il Conte P. G. sent a man, with a Only think-a free Italy!!! Why, there has been bag full of bayonets, some muskets, and some hun- nothing like it since the days of Augustus. dreds of cartridges to my house, without apprizing reckon the times of Cæsar (Julius) free; because me, though I had seen him not half an hour before. the commotions left every body a side to take, and About ten days ago, when there was to be a rising the parties were pretty equal at the set out. But, here, the Liberals and my brethren C. asked me to afterward, it was all Pretorian and legionary busi purchase some arms for a certain few of our raga-ness-we shall see, or at least, some will see, what muffins. I did so immediately, and ordered ammuni- card will turn up. It is best to hope, even of the tion, &c., and they were armed accordingly. Well hopeless. The Dutch did more than these fellows -the rising is prevented by the Barbarians march- have to do, in the Seventy Years' War. ing a week sooner than appointed; and an order is issued, and in force, by the Government, that all persons having arms concealed, &c., &c., shall be "Came home solus-very high wind-lightningto,' &c., &c.-and what do my friends, the patriots, do two days afterward? Why, they throw moonshine-solitary stragglers muffled in cloaks back upon my hands, and into my house, these very women in masks-white houses-clouds hurrying arms (without a word of warning previously) with over the sky, like split milk blown out of the pail which I had furnished them at their own request, the tiles flying, and the house rocking-rain splashaltogether very poetical. It is still blowing hardand at my own peril and expense. ing-lightning flashing-quite a fine Swiss Alpine evening, and the sea roaring in the distance. ened by the squall: they won't go to the masquerade because it lightens-the pious reason! "It was lucky that Lega was at home to receive them. If any of the servants had (except Tita and F. and Lega) they would have betrayed it immediately. In the mean time, if they are denounced, or discovered, I shall be in a scrape. "At nine went out-at eleven returned. Beat the crow for stealing the falcon's victuals. Read "Tales of my Landlord '-wrote a letter-and mixed a moderate beaker of water with other ingredients. "February 19, 1921. "Visited conversazione. All the women fright "Still blowing away. A. has sent me some news to-day. The war approaches nearer and nearer. Oh those scoundrel sovereigns! Let us but see them the Dutch of old, or of the Spaniards of now, or of beaten-let the Neapolitans but have the pluck of the German Protestants, the Scotch Presbyterians, "The news are that the Neapolitans have broken the Swiss under Tell, or the Greeks under "Thes a bridge, and slain four pontifical carabiniers, whilk Spaniards and German Lutherans,) and there is yet tocles-all small and solitary nations, (except the carabiniers, wish to oppose. Besides the disrespect a resurrection for Italy, and a hope for the world "February 18, 1821. to neutrality, it is a pity that the first blood shed in this German quarrel should be Italian. However, the war seems begun in good earnest; for, if the Neapolitans kill the Pope's carabiniers, they will not be more delicate towards the Barbarians. If it be even so, in a short time, there will be news o' thae craws,' as Mrs. Alison Wilson says of Jenny Blane's unco cockernony' in the Tales of my February 20, 1921 "The news of the day are, that the Neapolitans are full of energy. The public spirit here is cet tainly well kept up. The Americani' (a patric society here, an underbranch of the Carbonar give a dinner, in the Forest in a few days, and Lase invited me, as one of the C. It is to be in the "In turning over Grimm's Correspondence to- Forest of Boccaccio's and Dryden's Huntsman's day, I found a thought of Tom Moore's in a song Ghost; and, even if I had not the same political of Maupertuis to a female Laplander. Landlord. feelings, (to say nothing of my old convivial tura, which every now and then revives,) I would go as a poet, or, at least, as a lover of poetry. I shall ex pect to see the spectre of Ostasio degli Onesti" (Dryden has turned him into Guido Cavalcantiessentially different person, as may be found in Dante) come thundering for his prey 't in the midst of the festival. At any rate, whether he does or no, I will get as tipsy and patriotic as pos sible. "Within these few days I have read, but not written. "February 21, 1921. "As usual, rode-visited, &c. Business begin • In Boccaccio, the name is, I think, Nestagia. + See Don Juan, Canto III., cv, and evi, to thicken. The Pope has printed a declaration | the Countess Spinelli Rusponi. I promised to go. against the patriots, who, he says, meditate a rising. Last night there was a row at the ball, of which I The consequence of all this will be, that, in a fort- am a socio.' The vice-legate had the impudent night, the whole country will be up. The procla- insolence to introduce three of his servants in mask mation is not yet published, but printed, ready for distribution. sent me a copy privately-a sign that he does not know what to think. When he wants to be well with the patriots, he sends to me some civil message or other. "For my own part, it seems to me, that nothing but the most decided success of the Barbarians can prevent a general and immediate rise of the whole nation. "February 23, 1821. "Almost ditto with yesterday-rode, &c.-visited -wrote nothing-read Roman History. "Had a curious letter from a fellow, who informs me that the Barbarians are ill-disposed towards me. He is probably a spy, or an impostor. But be it so, even as he says. Their cannot bestow their hostility on one who loathes and execrates them more than I do, or who will oppose their views with more zeal, when the opportunity offers. "February 24, 1821. without tickets, too! and in spite of remonstrances. The consequence was, that the young men of the ball took it up, and were near throwing the vicelegate out of the window. His servants, seeing the scene, withdrew, and he after them. His reverence Monsignore ought to know, that these are not times for the predominance of priests over decorum. Two minutes more, two steps farther, and the whole city would have been in arms, and the government driven out of it. "Such is the spirit of day, and these fellows appear not to perceive it. As far as the simple fact went, the young men were right, servants being prohibited always at these festivals. Yesterday wrote two notes on the Bowles and Pope controversy,' and sent them off to Murray by the post. The old woman whom I relieved in the forest (she is ninety-four years of age*) brought me two bunches of violets. Nan vita gaudet mortua floribus.' I was much pleased with the present. “Rode, &c., as usual. The secret intelligence An Englishwoman would have presented a pair of arrived this morning from the frontier to the C. is worsted stockings, at least, in the month of Februas bad as possible. The plan has missed-the chiefsary. Both excellent things; but the former are are betrayed, military as well as civil-and the Nea- more elegant. The present, at this season, reminds politans not only have not moved, but have declared one of Gray's stanza, omitted from his elegy. to the P. government, and to the Barbarians, that they know nothing of the matter!!! "Thus the world goes; and thus the Italians are always lost for lack of union among themselves. What is to be done here, between the two fires, and 'Here scatter'd oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found; cut off from the N". frontier, is not decided. My As fine a stanza as any in his elegy. I wonder that opinion was, better to rise than be taken in detail; he could have the heart to omit it. but how it will be settled now, I cannot tell. Mes- "Last night I suffered horribly-from an indigessengers are despatched to the delegates of the other tion, I believe. I never sup-that is, never at cities to learn their resolutions. home. But, last night, I was prevailed upon by "I always had an idea that it would be bungled; the Countess Gamba's persuasion, and the strenubut was willing to hope, and am so still. Whatever ous example of her brother, to swallow, at supper, I can do by money, means, or person, I will venture a quantity of boiled cockles, and to dilute them, not freely for their freedom; and have so repeated to reluctantly, with some Imola wine. When I came them (some of the chiefs here) half an hour ago. I home, apprehensive of the consequences, I swalhave two thousand five hundred scudi, better than lowed three or four glasses of spirits, which men five hundred pounds, in the house, which I offered (the venders) call brandy, rum, or Hollands, but to begin with. ́ which gods would entitle spirits of wine, colored or sugared. All was pretty well till I got to bed, when "Came home-my head aches-plenty of news, I became somewhat swollen, and considerably verbut too tiresome to set down. I have neither read, tiginous. I got out, and mixing some soda-powders, nor written, nor thought, but led a purely animal drank them off. This brought on temporary relief. life all day. I mean to try to write a page or two I returned to bed; but grew sick and sorry once before I go to bed. But, as Squire Sullen says, and again. Took more soda-water. At last I fell 'My head aches consumedly: Scrub, bring me a into a dreary sleep. Woke, and was ill all day, till dram!' Drank some Imola wine, and some punch. I had galloped a few miles. Query-was it the "February 25, 1821. Log-book continued.* "February 27, 1821. cockles, or what I took to correct them, that caused the commotion? I think both. I remarked in my illness the complete inertion, inaction, and destruction of my chief mental faculties. I tried to rouse them, and yet could not-and this is the Soul!!! I should believe that it was married to the body, if they did not sympathize so much with each other. If the one rose, when the other fell, it would be a "Rode, &c., dined-wrote down an occasional sign that they longed for the natural state of divorce. stanza for the 5th canto of D. J., which I had com- But, as it is, they seem to draw together like postposed in bed this morning. Visited l'Amica. We horses. "I have been a day without continuing the log, because I could not find a blank book. At length I recollected this. are invited on the night of the Veglione, (next) "Let us hope the best-it is the grand possesDomenica) with the Marchesa Clelia Cavelli and sion." • In another paper-book. 127 • See Journal, Jan. 26. DETACHED THOUGHTS. [EXTRACTED FROM VARIOUS JOURNALS, MEMORANDUMS, &c. &c.] 66 "ON the first leaf of his "Scriptores Græci" is, looking down upon the little round lake that was in his schoolboy hand, the following memorial::-once Regillus, and which dots the immense expanse George Gordon Byron, Wednesday, June 26th, below, I remembered my young enthusiasm and my A. D. 1805, three quarters of an hour past three old instructor. Afterward I had a very serious, o'clock in the afternoon third school,-Calvert, saturnine, but kind young man, named 'Paterson, monitor, Tom Wildman on my left hand, and Long for a tutor. He was the son of my shoemaker, but on my right. Harrow on the Hill." On the same a good scholar, as is common with the Scotch. He leaf, written five years after, appears this comment: was a rigid Presbyterian also. With him I began "Ehue fugaces, Posthume 1 Posthume ! Latin in Ruddiman's grammar, and continued till I went to the Grammar school' (Scotice, 'Schule;" Aberdonice, Squeel,') where I threaded all the classes to the fourth, when I was recalled to "B. January 9th, 1809.-Of the four persons England (where I had been hatched) by the demise whose names are here mentioned, one is dead, of my uncle. I acquired this handwriting, which I another in a distant climate, all separated, and not can hardly read myself, under the fair copies of Mr. five years have elapsed since they sat together in Duncan of the same city: I don't think he would school, and none are yet twenty-one years of age." plume himself much upon my progress. However, In some of his other school-books are recorded I wrote much better then than I have ever done the date of his entrance at Harrow, the names of since. Haste and agitation of one kind or another the boys who were at that time monitors, and the have quite spoiled as pretty a scrawl as ever scratched list of his fellow-pupils, under Doctor Drury, as follows: "Byron, Harrow on the Hill, Middlesex, Alumnus Scholae Lyonensis primus in anno Domini 1801, Ellison Duce." "Monitors, 1801.-Ellison, Royston, Hunxman, Rashleigh, Rokeby, Leigh." "Drury's Pupils, 1804.-Byron, Drury, Sinclair, Hoare, Bolder, Annesley, Calvert, Strong, Acland, Gordon, Drummond." over a frank. The grammar school might consist of a hundred and fifty of all ages under age. It was divided into five classes taught by four masters, the chief teaching the fourth and fifth himself. Asin England, the fifth, sixth forms, and monitors, are heard by the head masters.' "I doubt sometimes whether, after all, a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me; yet I sometimes long for it. My earliest dreams (as most boys' dreams are) were martial; but a little later "For several years of my earliest childhood, I they were all for love and retirement, till the hope was in Aberdeen, but have never revisited it since I less attachment to M*** C*** began and conwas ten years old. I was sent, at five years old or tinued (though sedulously concealed) very early in earlier, to a school kept by a Mr. Bowers, who was my teens; and so upwards for a time. This threw called Bodsy Bowers, by reason of his dapperness. me out again alone on a wide, wide sea.' In the It was a school for both sexes. I learned little there year 1804, I recollect meeting my sister at General except to repeat by rote the first lesson of Monosyl- Harcourt's in Portland Place. I was then one thing, lables (God made man '-'Let us love him') by and as she had always till then found me. When hearing it often repeated, without acquiring a letter. we met again in 1805, (she told me since,) my tenWhenever proof was made of my progress at home, per and disposition were so completely altered that I repeated these words with the most rapid fluency; I was hardly to be recognized. I was not then but on turning over a new leaf, I continued to sensible of the change; but I can believe it, and repeat them, so that the narrow boundaries of my account for it." first year's accomplishments were detected, my ears boxed, (which they did not deserve, seeing it was by "In all other respects," (he says, after mention ear only that I had acquired my letters,) and my ing his infant passion for Mary Duff,) "I differed intellects consigned to a new preceptor. He was a not at all from other children, being neither tal nor very devout, clever little clergyman, named Ross, short, dull nor witty, of my age, but rather livelyafterward minister of one of the kirks, (East, except in my sullen moods, and then I was always a think.) Under him I made astonishing progress devil. They once (in one of my silent rages) and I recollect to this day his mild manners and wrenched a knife from me, which I had snatched good-natured pains-taking. The moment I could from table at Mrs. B.'s dinner, (I always dined read, my grand passion was history, and, why I earlier,) and applied to my breast;-but this was know not, but I was particularly taken with the three or four years after, just before the late Lord battle near the Lake Regillus in the Roman His- B.'s decease. * tory, put into my hands first. Four years ago, "My ostensible temper has certainly improved in when standing on the heights of Tusculum, and later years; but I shudder, and must to my latesi hour, regret the consequence of it and my passions have healed feuds in which blood had been shed by combined. One event-but no matter-there are our fathers, it would have joined lands broad and others not much better to think of also-and to rich, it would have joined at least one heart, and them I give the preference..... "But I hate dwelling upon incidents. My temper is now under management-rarely loud, and, when loud, never deadly. It is when silent, and I feel my forehead and my cheek paling, that I cannot control it; and then..... but unless there is a woman (and not any or every woman) in the way, I have sunk into tolerable apathy.' "My passions were developed very early-so early that few would believe me if I were to state the period and the facts which accompanied it. Perhaps this was one of the reasons which caused the anticipated melancholy of my thoughts, having anticipated life. My earlier poems are the thoughts of one at least ten years older than the age at which they were written,-I don't mean for their solidity, but their experience. The first two cantos of Childe Harold were completed at twentytwo; and they are written as if by a man older than I shall probably ever be." two persons not ill matched in years, (she is two years my elder,) and-and-and-what has been the result?" "When I was a youth, I was reckoned a good actor. Besides Harrow Speeches,' (in which I shone,) I enacted Penruddock, in the Wheel of Fortune,' and Tristram Fickle in Allingham's farce of the Weathercock,' for three nights, (the duration of our compact,) in some private theatricals at Southwell, in 1806, with great applause. The occasional prologue for our volunteer play was also of my composition. The other performers were young ladies and gentlemen of the neighborhood, and the whole went off with great effect upon our goodnatured audience." "When I first went up to college, it was a new and a heavy-hearted scene for me: firstly, I so much disliked leaving Harrow, that though it was time, (I being seventeen,) it broke my very rest for the last quarter with counting the days that remained. "My first dash into poetry was as early as 1800. I always hated Harrow till the last year and a half, It was the ebulliton of a passion for my first cousin, but then I liked it. Secondly, I wished to go to Margaret Parker, (daughter and granddaughter of Oxford and not to Cambridge. Thirdly, I was so the two Admirals Parker,) one of the most beauti- completely alone in this new world, that it half ful of evanescent beings. I have long forgotten broke my spirits. My companions were not unsothe verses, but it would be difficult for me to forget cial, but the contrary-lively, hospitable, of rank her-her dark eyes-her long eyelashes-her com- and fortune, and gay far beyond my gayety. I pletely Greck cast of face and figure! I was then mingled with, and dined and supped, &c., with about twelve-she rather older, perhaps a year. She them; but, I know not how, it was one of the died about a year or two afterward, in consequence deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel of a fall, which injured her spine, and induced con- that I was no longer a boy." sumption. Her sister Augusta (by some thought From that moment (he adds) "I began to still more beautiful) died of the same malady; and grow old in my own esteem, and in my esteem age it was, indeed, in attending her, that Margaret met is not estimable. I took my gradations in the vices with the accident which, occasioned her own death. with great promptitude, but they were not to my My sister told me, that when she went to see her, taste; for my early passions, though violent in the shortly before her death, upon accidentally mention-extreme, were concentrated, and hated division or ing my name, Margaret colored through the pale- spreading abroad. I could have left or lost the ness of mortality to the eyes, to the great astonish-whole world with, or for, that which I loved; but, ment of my sister, who (residing with her grand- though my temperament was naturally burning, I mother, Lady Holderness, and seeing but little of could not share in the common-place libertinism of me, for family reasons) knew nothing of our attach- the place and time without disgust. And yet this ment, nor could conceive why my name should very disgust, and my heart thrown back upon itself, affect her at such a time. I knew nothing of her threw me into excesses perhaps more fatal than illness, being at Harrow and in the country, till she those from which I shrunk, as fixing upon one (at was gone. Some years after, I made an attempt at a time) the passions which spread among many an elegy-a very dull one.* would have hurt only myself." "I do not recollect scarcely any thing equal to the transparent 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 beauty and peace. "Till I was eighteen years old (odd as it may seem) I had never read a Review. But while at Harrow, my general information was so great on modern topics as to induce a suspicion that I could My passion had its usual effects upon me-I only collect so much information from Reviews, could not sleep-I could not eat-I could not rest: because I was never seen reading, but always idle, and although I had reason to know that she loved and in mischief, or at play. The truth is, that I me, it was the texture of my life to think of the time which must elapse before we could meet again -being usually about twelve hours of separation! But I was a fool then, and am not much wiser now.' * . * * read eating, read in bed, read when no one else read, and had read all sorts of reading since I was five 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 rememWhen I was fifteen years of age, it happened ber when Hunter and Curzon, in 1804, told me this that, in a cavern in Derbyshire, I had to cross in a opinion at Harrow, I made them laugh by my ludiboat, (in which two people only could lie down,) a crous astonishment in asking them, What is a stream which flows under a rock, with the rock so Review?' To be sure, they were then less comclose upon the water as to admit the boat only to be mon. In three years more, I was better acquainted pushed on by a ferryman (a sort of Charon) who with that same; but the first ever read was in wades at the stern, stooping all the time. The 1806-7. companion of my transit was Mary Anne Chaworth, "At school I was (as I have said) remarked for with whom I had been long in love and never told the extent and readiness of my general information; it, though she had discovered it without. I recol- but in all other respects idle, capable of great sualect my sensations, but cannot describe them, and den exertions, (such as thirty or forty Greek hexIt is as well. We were a party, a Mr. W., two Miss ameters, course with such prosody as it pleased W.'s, Mr. and Mrs. Cl-ke, Miss R. and my M. A. C. Alas! why do I say MY? Our union would • See preceding Memoranda, on page 979. God,) but of few continuous drudgeries. My qualities were much more oratorical and martial than poetical, and Dr. Drury, my grand patron, (our head master,) had a great notion that I should turn ou |