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carried to the church, where lie the bodies of priests, poets, and politicians, came in gilded Marco Botzaris and of General Normann. chariots, and in hired hacks, to gaze upon the There they were laid down: the coffin was a splendour of the funeral preparations, and to rude, ill-constructed chest of wood; a black see in how rich and how vain a shroud the mantle served for a pall, and over it were body of the immortal bard had been hid. placed a helmet, a sword, and a crown of lau- Those idle trappings, in which rank seems to rel. But no funeral pomp could have left the mark its altitude above the vulgar, belonged impression, nor spoken the feelings, of this to the state of the peer, rather than to the state simple ceremony. The wretchedness and deso- of the poet; genius required no such attrac lation of the place itself; the wild and half- tions, and all this magnificence served only to civilized warriors present; their deep-felt, un-distract our regard from the man, whose inaffected grief; the fond recollections; the dis-spired tongue was now silenced for ever. appointed hopes; the anxieties and sad pre- Who cared for Lord Byron, the peer and the sentiments which might be read on every privy-counsellor, with his coronet, and his countenance -all contributed to form a scene long descent from princes on one side, and more moving, more truly affecting, than per- from heroes on both? and who did not care haps was ever before witnessed round the grave for George Gordon Byron, the poet, who has of a great man. charmed us, and will charm our descendants, When the funeral service was over, the bier with his deep and impassioned verse? The was left in the middle of the church, where it homage was rendered to genius, not surely to remained until the evening of the next day, rank-for lord can be stamped on any clay, and was guarded by a detachment of his own but inspiration can only be impressed on the brigade. The church was incessantly crowd- finest metal. ed by those who came to honour and to regret the benefactor of Greece. In the evening of the 23d, the bier was privately carried back by his officers to his own house. The coffin was not closed till the 29th of the month.

Immediately after his death, his countenance had an air of calmness, mingled with a severity, that seemed gradually to soften, and the whole expression was truly sublime.

A few select friends and admirers followed Lord Byron to the grave-his coronet was borne before him, and there were many indications of his rank; but, save the assembled multitude, no indications of his genius. In conformity with a singular practice of the great, a long train of their empty carriages followed the mourning-coaches-mocking the dead with idle state, and impeding with barren On May 2d, the remains of Lord Byron pageantry the honester sympathy of the crowd. were embarked, under a salute from the guns Where were the owners of those machines of of the fortress. "How different," exclaims sloth and luxury-where were the men of Count Gamba, "from that which had wel- rank, among whose dark pedigrees Lord Bycomed the arrival of Byron only four months ron threw the light of his genius, and lent the ago!" After a passage of three days, the ves-brows of nobility a halo to which they were sel reached Zante, and the precious deposit strangers? Where were the great whigs? was placed in the quarantine house. Here where were the illustrious tories? could a some additional precautions were taken to en- mere difference in matters of human belief sure its safe arrival in England, by providing keep those fastidious persons away? But,above another case for the body. On May the 10th, all, where were the friends with whom wedColonel Stanhope arrived at Zante, from the lock had united him? On his desolate corpse Morea, and, as he was on his way back to no wife looked, no child shed a tear. We have England, he took charge of Lord Byron's re- no wish to set ourselves up as judges in domains, and embarked with them on board the mestic infelicities, and we are willing to beFlorida. On the 25th of May she sailed from lieve they were separated in such a way as to Zante, on the 29th of June entered the Downs, render conciliation hopeless; but who could and from thence proceeded to Stangate creek, stand and look on his pale manly face, and his to perform quarantine, where she arrived on dark locks, which early sorrows were making Thursday, July 1st. thin and gray, without feeling that, gifted as John Cam Hobhouse, Esq. and John Han- he was, with a soul above the mark of other son, Esq. Lord Byron's executors, after hav-men, his domestic misfortunes called for our ing proved his will, claimed the body from the pity, as surely as his genius called for our adFlorida, and under their directions it was re-miration?

moved to the house of Sir Edward Knatch- As the cavalcade proceeded through the bull, No. 20, Great George-street, West-streets of London, a fine-looking honest tar ininster. was observed to walk near the hearse uncov

It was announced, from time to time, that ered, throughout the morning, and on being the body of Lord Byron was to be exhibited asked by a stranger whether he formed part in state, and the progress of the embellish- of the funeral cortege, he replied, he came ments of the poet's bier was recorded in the there to pay his respects to the deceased, with pages of a hundred publications. They were whom he had served in the Levant, when he at length completed, and to separate the curi-made the tour of the Grecian Islands. This osity of the poor from the admiration of the poor fellow was kindly offered a place by some rich, the latter were indulged with tickets of of the servants who were behind the carriage, admission, and a day was set apart for them but he said he was strong, and had rather walk to go and wonder over the decked room and near the hearse. the emblazoned bier. Peers and peeresses, It was not till Friday, July 16th, that the

An urn accompanied the coffin, and on it

"Within this urn are deposited the heart,

brain, etc.

of the deceased Lord Byron."

interment took place. Lord Byron was buried in the family vault, at the village of Huck- was inscribed: nall, eight miles beyond Nottingham, and within two miles of the venerable abbey of Newstead. He was accompanied to the grave by crowds of persons eager to show this last An elegant Grecian tablet of white marble, testimony of respect to his memory. In one has been placed in the chancel of the Hucknall of his earlier poems, he had expressed a wish church. We subjoin a copy of the inscripthat his dust might mingle with his mother's, tion. and, in compliance with this wish, his coffin

was placed in the vault next to hers. It was vided into lines, as under: The words are in Roman capitals, and di

twenty minutes past four o'clock, on Friday, July 16th, 1824, when the ceremony was con

IN THE VAULT BENEATH,

cluded, when the tomb closed for ever on By- WHERE MANY OF HIS ANCESTORS AND HIS MOTHER

ron, and when his friends were relieved from every care concerning him, save that of doing justice to his memory, and of cherishing his fame.

ARE BURIED,

LIE THE REMAINS OF

GEORGE GORDON NOEL BYRON,

LORD BYRON, OF ROCHDALE,

IN THE COUNTY OF LANCASTER;

The following inscription was placed on THE AUTHOR OF "CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE." the coffin:

"George Gordon Noel Byron,

Lord Byron,

of Rochdale,

Born in London,' Jan. 22, 1788, died at Missolonghi, in Western Greece, April 19th, 1824.""

1 Mr. Dallas says Dover, which is undoubtedly correct.

HE WAS BORN IN LONDON, ON THE
22D OF JANUARY, 1788.

HE DIED AT MISSOLONGHI, IN WESTERN GREECE
ON THE 19TH OF APRIL, 1824,

ENGAGED IN THE GLORIOUS ATTEMPT TO RESTORE
THAT COUNTRY TO HER ANCIENT FREEDOM
AND RENOWN.

HIS SISTER, THE HONOURABLE
AUGUSTA MARIA LEIGH,

PLACED THIS TABLET TO HIS MEMORY.

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10 THE RIGHT HONOURABLE FREDERICK, EARL OF CARLISLE KNIGHT OF THE GARTER, etc.,

THESE POEMS ARE INSCRIBED,

BY HIS OBLIGED WARD, AND AFFECTIONATE KINSMAN,

THE AUTHOR.

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THROUGH thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle;

Thou, the hall of my fathers, art gone to decay;
In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle
Have choked up the rose which late bloom'd in the
way.

Of the mail-cover'd barons who, proudly, to battle
Led their vassals from Europe to Palestine's plain,
The escutcheon and shield, which with every blast rattle,
Are the only sad vestiges now that remain.

No more doth old Robert, with harp-stringing numbers,
Raise a flame in the breast, for the war-laurel'd wreath;
Near Askalon's Towers John of Horistan' slumbers,
Unnerved is the hand of his minstrel by death.

Paul and Hubert too sleep, in the valley of Cressy;
For the safety of Edward and England they fell;
My fathers! the tears of your country redress ye;
How you fought! how you died! still her annals can
tell.

On Marston, with Rupert' 'gainst traitors contending,
Four brothers enrich'd with their blood the bleak field;

For the rights of a monarch, their country defending.
Till death their attachment to royalty seal'd.
Shades of heroes, farewell! your descendant departing
From the seat of his ancestors bids you adicu!
Abroad or at home, your remembrance imparting
New courage, he 'll think upon glory and you.
Though a tear dim his eye at this sad separation,
"T is nature, not fear, that excites his regret;
Far distant he goes, with the same emulation,
The fame of his fathers he ne'er can forget.

That fame, and that memory, still will he cherish,
He vows that he ne'er will disgrace your renown,
you will he perish;
Like you will he live, or like
When decay'd, may he mingle his dust with your own.
1803.

EPITAPH ON A FRIEND.

Αστηρ πριν μεν έλαμπες ενι ζωοισιν έωος. LAERTIUS.

OH, Friend! for ever loved, for ever dear!
What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour'd bier!

What sighs re-echo'd to thy parting breath,
While thou wast struggling in the pangs of death'
Could tears retard the tyrant in his course;

1 Horistan Castle, in Derbyshire, an ancient seat of the Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force, Byron family.

2 The battle of Marston moor, where the adherents of Charles I. were defeated.

3 Son of the Elector Palatine, and related to Charles I. He afterwards commanded the fleet, in the reign of Charles II.

Could youth and virtue claim a short delay,
Or beauty charm the spectre from his prev :
Thou still had'st lived, to bless my aching sight,
Thy comrade's honour, and thy friend's delight.

1

If, yet, thy gentle spirit hover nigh

The spot, where now thy mouldering ashes lie,
Here wilt thou tread, recorded on my heart,
A grief too deep to trust the sculptor's art.
No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep,
But living statues there are seen to weep;
Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb,
Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom.
What though thy sire lament his failing line,
A father's sorrows cannot equal mine!
Though none, like thee, his dying hour will cheer,
Yet, other offspring sooth his anguish here:
But who with me shall hold thy former place?
Thine image what new friendship can efface?
Ah, none! a father's tears will cease to flow,
Time will assuage an infant brother's woe;
To all, save one, is consolation known,
While solitary Friendship sighs alone.

A FRAGMENT.

1803.

WHEN to their airy hall my fathers' voice
Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice;
When, poised upon the gale, my form shall ride,
Or, dark in mist, descend the mountain's side;
Oh! may my shade behold no sculptured urns,
To mark the spot where earth to earth returns:
No lengthen'd scroll, no praise-encumber'd stone;
My epitaph shall be my name alone:

If that with honour fail to crown my clay,
Oh! may no other fame my deeds repay;
That, only that, shall single out the spot,
By that remember'd, or with that forgot.

THE TEAR.

O lacrymarum fons, tenero sacros Ducentium ortus ex animo; quater Felix! in imo qui scatentem Pectore te, pia Nympha, sensit.

WHEN Friendship or Love Our sympathies move;

1903.

GRAY.

When Truth in a glance should appear;

The lips may beguile,

With a dimple or smile,

But the test of affection's a Tear.

Too oft is a smile

But the hypocrite's wile,

To mask detestation or fear;
Give me the soft sigh,

Whilst the soul-telling eye

Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear.

Mild charity's glow,
To us inortals below,

Shows the soul from barbarity clear;
Compassion will melt,

Where this virtue is felt,

And its dew is diffused in a Tear.

The man doom'd to sail, With the blast of the gale, Through billows Atlantic to steer;

As he bends o'er the wave,

Which may soon be his grave,

The green sparkles bright with a Tear.
The soldier braves death,

For a fanciful wreath,

In Glory's romantic career;

But he raises the foe,

When in battle laid low,

And bathes every wound with a Tear.
If, with high-bounding pride,
He return to his bride,
Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear;
All his toils are repaid,

When, embracing the maid,
From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.
Sweet scene of my youth,

Scat of Friendship and Truth,
Where love chased each fast-fleeting year;
Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd,

For a last look I turn'd,

But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear.

Though my vows I can pour,
To my Mary no more,

My Mary, to Love once so dear;
In the shade of her bower,

I remember the hour,

She rewarded those vows with a Tear.

By another possest,

May she ever live blest,

Her name still my heart must revere;
With a sigh I resign,

What I once thought was mine,
And forgive her decei with a Tear.

Ye friends y heart,
Ere from you I depart,

This hope to my breast is most near;

If again we shall meet,

In this rural retreat,

May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.

When my soul wings her flight,
To the regions of night,

And my corse shall recline on its bier;
As ye pass by the tomb,

Where my ashes consume,

Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear.

May no marble bestow

The splendour of woe,

Which the children of vanity rear;
No fiction of fame

Shall blazon my name,

All I ask, all I wish, is a Tear.

1806.

AN OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE, Delivered previous to the performance of "The Wheel of Fortune" at a private theatre.

SINCE the refinement of this polish'd age
Has swept immoral raillery from the stage;
Since taste has now expunged licentious wit,
Which stamp'd disgrace on all an author writ;

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