Note 8. Stanza Ixii.

Eleven thousand maidenheads of bone,
The greatest number flesh bath ever known.

St. Ursula and her eleven thousand virgins were still extant in 1816, and may be so yet as much as ever.

Note 9. Stanza lxxxi.

Who butcher'd half the earth, and bullied t' other. India. America.

CANTO XI.

Note 1. Stanza xix.

Who on a lark, with black-eyed Sal (his blowing)
So prime, so swell, so nutty, and so knowing?
The advance of science and of language has rendered
it unnecessary to translate the above good and true
English, spoken in its original purity by the select
mobility and their patrons. The following is a stanza
of a song which was very popular, at least in my early
days:-

"On the high toby-spice flash the muzzle,
In spite of each gallows old scout;

If you at the spelken can't hustle,

You'll be hobbled in making a Clout.

Then your blowing will wax gallows haughty,
When she hears of your scaly mistake,
She'll surely turn snitch for the forty,

That her Jack may be regular weight."

If there be any gem'man so ignorant as to require a traduction, I refer him to my old friend and corporeal pastor and master, John Jackson, Esq., Professor of Pugilism; who I trust still retains the strength and symmetry of his model of a form, together with his good humour, and athletic as well as mental accomplishments.

Note 2. Stanza xxix.

St. James's Palace and St. James's "Hells."

ing the "drapery" of an "untochered” but “pretty vaginities" (like Mrs. Anne Page) of the then day, with has now been some years yesterday:-she assured me that the thing was common in London; and as her awn thousands, and blooming looks, and rich simplicity of array, put any suspicion in her own case out of the question, I confess I gave some credit to the allegation If necessary, authorities might be cited, in which case l could quote both " drapery" and the wearers. Let u hope, however, that it is now obsolete.

Note 5. Stanza lx.

'Tis strange the mind, that very fery particle, Should let itself be snuff'd out by an arucie. "Divinæ particulam auræ."

CANTO XII.

Note 1. Stanza xix.

Gives, with Greek truth, the good old Greek the le See MITFORD's Greece. "Græcia Vera." Hag pleasure consists in praising tyrants, abusing Piera, spelling oddly, and writing quaintly; and, what is stag after all, his is the best modern history of Greece language, and he is perhaps the best of all m torians whatsoever. Having named his sins, a fair to state his virtues-learning, labour, res wrath, and partiality. I call the latter virtues i writer, because they make him write in earnest.

Note 2. Stanza xxxvii.

A hazy widower turn'd of forty's sure.

This line may puzzle the commentators more than fr present generation.

Note 3. Stanza lxxiii.

Like Russians rushing from hot baths to shows. The Russians, as is well known, run out from thes antithesis, which it seems does them no harm. hot baths to plunge into the Neva: a pleasant practica

Note 4. Stanza lxxxii.

"Heils," gaming-houses. What their number may now be in this life, I know not. Before I was of age I knew them pretty accurately, both "gold" and "silver." I was once nearly called out by an acquaintance, because when he asked me where I thought that his soul would be found hereafter, I answered, "In polar region and native country of the aurora bore

Silver Hell."

Note 3. Stanza xliii.

-and therefore even I won't anent This subject quote.

"Anent" was a Scotch phrase, meaning "concerning," "with regard to." It has been made English by the Scotch Novels; and, as the Frenchman said-"If it be not, ought to be English."

Note 4. Stanza xlix.

The world to gaze upon those northern lights.
For a description and print of this inhabitant of the

see PARRY's Voyage in search of a North-West Pa

The milliners who furnish" drapery misses." "Drapery misses"-This term is probably any thing| now but a mystery. It was however almost so to me when I first returned from the East in 1811-1812. It means a pretty, a high-born, a fashionable young female, well instructed by her friends, and furnished by her milliner with a wardrobe upon credit, to be repaid,| when married, by the husband. The riddle was first read to me by a young and pretty heiress, on my prais-Johnson, etc.

CANTO XIII.

Note 1. Stanza vii.

Right honestly, "he liked an honest hater." "Sir, I like a good hater."-See the Lift of Dr.

hedge, "to look before he leaped:"-a pause in his "vaulting ambition," which in the field doth occasion some delay and execration in those who may be immediately behind the equestrian sceptic. "Sir, if you don't choose to take the leap, let me"-was a phrase which generally sent the aspirant on again; and to good purpose: for though "the horse and rider" might fall, they made a gap, through which, and over him and his steed, the field might follow.

Note 2. Stanza xlviii.

Go to the coffee-house, and take another.

In SWIFT's or HORACE WALPOLE's Letters, I think it is mentioned that somebody regretting the loss of a friend, was answered by a universal Pylades: "When I lose one, I go to the Saint James's Coffee-house, and take another."

I recollect having heard an anecdote of the same kind. Sir W. D. was a great gamester. Coming in one day to the club of which he was a member, he was observed to look melancholy. "What is the matter, Sir William ?" cried Hare, of facetious memory. "Ah!" replied Sir W. "I have just lost poor Lady D." "Lost! What! atQuinze or Hazard?" was the consolatory rejoinder of the querist. Note 3. Stanza lix.

And I refer you to wise Oxenstiern.

The famous Chancellor Oxenstiern said to his son, on the latter expressing his surprise upon the great effects arising from petty causes in the presumed mystery of politics: "You see by this, my son, with how little wisdom the kingdoms of the world are governed."

CANTO XV.

The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a book, and a small trout to pull it. It would have taught him humanity at least. This sentimental savage, whom it is a mode to quote (amongst the novelists) to show their sympathy for innocent sports and old songs, teaches how to sew up frogs, and break their legs by way of experiment, in addition to the art of angling, the cruellest, the coldest, and the stupidest of pretended sports. They may talk about the beauties of nature, but the angler merely thinks of his dish of fish; he has no leisure to take his eyes from off the streams, and a single bite is worth to him more than all the scenery around. Besides, some fish bite best on a As it is necessary in these times to avoid ambiguity, rainy day. The whale, the shark, and the tunny fishery I say, that I mean, by “Diviner still,” CHRIST. If ever have somewhat of noble and perilous in them; even net-God was Man-or Man God-he was both. I never arfishing, trawling, etc., are more humane and useful-but raigned his creed, but the use-or abuse-made of it. angling!-No angler can be a good man. Mr. Canning one day quoted Christianity to sanction

Note 1. Stanza xviii.

And thou, Diviner still,

Whose lot it is by man to be mistaken.

One of the best men I ever knew-as humane, del-Negro Slavery, and Mr. Wilberforce had little to say in icate-minded, generous, and excellent a creature as any reply. And was Christ crucified, that black men might in the world-was an angler: true, he angled with be scourged? If so, he had better been born a Mulatto, painted flies, and would have been incapable of the to give both colours an equal chance of freedom, or at extravagances of I. Walton." least salvation.

The above addition was made by a friend in reading over the MS.-" Audi alteram partem"-I leave it to counterbalance my own observation.

CANTO XIV.

Note 1. Stanza xxxiii.

And never craned, and made but few "faur pas." Craning."To crane" is, or was, an expression used to denote a gentleman's stretching out his neck over a

Note 2. Stanza xxxv.

When Rapp the Harmonist embargoed marriage
In his harmonious settlement.

This extraordinary and flourishing German colony in America does not entirely exclude matrimony, as the "Shakers" do; but lays such restrictions upon it as prevent more than a certain quantum of births within a certain number of years; which births (as Mr. Hulme observes) generally arrive "in a little flock like those of a farmer's lambs, all within the same month perhaps." These Harmonists (so called from the name of their settlement) are represented as a remarkably flourishing, pious, and quiet people. See the various recent writers on America.

Note 3. Stanza xxxviii.

Nor canvass what "so eminent a hand" meant.

somewhat surfeited with a similar display from fre parts, did rather indecorously break through the a Jacob Tonson, according to Mr. Pope, was accustomed plauses of an intelligent audience-intelligent, I ma to call his writers "able pens"-" persons of honour," as to music,-for the words, besides being in rece and especially "eminent hands." Vide correspond-languages (it was some years before the peace, ere t

ence, etc., etc.

Note 4. Stanza lxvi.

the world had travelled, and while I was a collegunwere sorely disguised by the performers;—this mayor I say, broke out with, "Rot your Italianes! for £ While great Lucullus' robe triomphale muffles(There's fame)-young partridge fillets, deck'd with truffles. part, I loves a simple ballat!" Rossim wil şɔ 1 pr. A dish "à la Lucullus." This hero, who conquered way to bring most people to the same op onwar the East, has left his more extended celebrity to the day. Who would imagine that he was to be the w transplantation of cherries (which he first brought into cessor of Mozart? However, I state this with deform Europe) and the nomenclature of some very good dishes; as a liege and loyal admirer of Italian music in penes -and I am not sure that (barring indigestion) he has and of much of Rossini's: but we may say, as the not done more service to mankind by his cookery than noisseur did of painting, in the Vicar of Walk by his conquests. A cherry-tree may weigh against a "that the picture would be better painted if the p bloody laurel; besides, he has contrived to earn celeb-had taken more pains." rity from both.

Note 5. Stanza lxviii.

But even sans "confitures," it no less true is, There's pretty picking in those "petits puits." "Petits puits d'amour garnis de confitures," a classical and well-known dish for part of the flank of a second

course.

Note 6. Stanza lxxxvi.

For that with me's a "sine qua."
Subauditur "Non," omitted for the sake of euphony.

Note 7. Stanza xcvi.

In short, upon that subject I've some qualms very Like those of the Philosopher of Malmsbury. Hobbes; who, doubting of his own soul, paid that compliment to the souls of other people as to decline their visits, of which he had some apprehension.

CANTO XVI.

Note 1. Stanxa x.

If from a shell-fish or from cochineal.

The composition of the old Tyrian purple, whether from a shell-fish, or from cochineal, or from kermes, is still an article of dispute; and even its colour-some say purple, others scarlet: I say nothing.

Note 2. Stanza xliii.

For a spoil'd carpet-but the "Attic Bee"
Was much consoled by his own repartee.

I think that it was a carpet on which Diogenes trod, with-"Thus I trample on the pride of Plato!"-"With greater pride," as the other replied. But as carpets are meant to be trodden upon, my memory probably misgives me, and it might be a robe, or tapestry, or a table-cloth, or some other expensive and uncynical piece of furniture.

Note 3. Stanza xlv.

With "Tu mi chamases" from Portingale,
To soothe our ears, lest Italy should fail.

I remember that the mayoress of a provincial town, |

Note 4. Stanza lix.

Note 9. Stanza cxx.
How odd, a single hobgoblin's nonentity
Should cause more fear than a whole boet's ide

"Shadows to-right
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand stern," ete, @
See Richard III

Attributed Poems.

[Although never publicly acknowledged by Lord Byron, the following have been generally attributed to his pen: and, aware of the interest attached to his most trifling efforts, the Publishers, without vouching for their authenticity, have not hesitated to add them to this edition.]

CHILDISH RECOLLECTIONS.

I cannot but remember such things were,
And were most dear to me.-MACBETH.
-et dulces moriens reminiscitur Argos.

VIRGIL

WHEN slow Disease, with all her host of pains,
Chills the warm tide which flows along the veins;
When Health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing,
And flies with every changing gale of spring;
Not to the aching frame alone confined,
Jnyielding pangs assail the drooping mind.
What grisly forms, the spectre train of woe,
Bid shuddering Nature shrink beneath the blow,
With Resignation wage relentless strife,
While Hope retires appall'd, and clings to life.
Yet less the pang, when, through the tedious hour,
Remembrance sheds around her genial power,
Calls back the vanish'd days to rapture given,
When love was bliss, and beauty form'd our heaven:
Or, dear to youth, portrays each childish scene,
Those fairy bowers, where all in turn have been.
As when, through clouds that pour the summer storm,
The orb of day unveils his distant form,
Gilds with faint beams the crystal dews of rain,
And dimly twinkles o'er the watery plain ;
Thus, while the future dark and cheerless gleams,
The sun of memory, glowing through my dreams,
Though sunk the radiance of his former blaze,
To scenes far distant points his paler rays,
Still rules my senses with unbounded sway,
The past confounding with the present day.

Oft does my heart indulge the rising thought,
Which still recurs, unlook'd for and unsought;
My soul to Fancy's fond suggestion yields,
And roams romantic o'er her airy fields;
Scenes of my youth developed crowd to view,
To which I long have paid a last adieu.

LORD BYRON TO HIS LADY,

ON THE SIXTH ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR MARRIAGE.
How strangely Time his course has run,
Since first I pair'd with you;
Six years ago we made but ONE,
Now five have made us two.

ODE

ΤΟ

THE ISLAND OF ST. HELENA.

PEACE to thee, isle of the ocean!

Hail to thy breezes and billows!
Where, rolling its tides in perpetual devotion,
The white wave its plumy surf pillows!
Rich shall the chaplet be history shall weave thee!
Whose undying verdure shall bloom on thy brow,
When nations, that now in obscurity leave thee,

To the wand of oblivion alternately bow!
Unchanged in thy glory-unstain'd in thy fame-
The homage of ages shall hallow thy name!
Hail to the chief who reposes

On thee the rich weight of his glory!
When, fill'd to its limit, life's chronicle closes,
His deeds shall be sacred in story!
His prowess shall rank with the first of all ages,
And monarchs hereafter shall bow to his worth-
The songs of the poets-the lessons of sages-

Shall hold him the wonder and grace of the earth.
Eclipsed by thy splendour-thou meteor of Gaul!
The meteors of history before thee shall fall-

Hygeian breezes shall fan thee

Island of glory resplendent!

Pilgrims from nations far distant shall man thee-
Tribes, as thy waves independent!

On thy far-gleaming strand the wanderer shall stay him
To snatch a brief glance at a spot so renown'd—
Each turf, and each stone, and each cliff, shall delay him

Where the step of thy exile hath hallow'd thy ground.
From him shalt thou borrow a lustre divine;
The wane of his sun was the rising of thine!

Whose were the hands that enslaved him?
Hands which had weakly withstood him--
Nations which, while they had oftentimes braved
him,

Never till now had subdued him!
Monarchs-who oft to his clemency stooping,
Received back their crowns from the plunder of war-
The vanquisher vanquish'd-the eagle now drooping-
Would quench with their sternness the ray of his star!
But cloth'd in new splendour thy glory appears-
And rules the ascendant-the planet of years!

Pure be the heath of thy mountains!
Rich be the green of thy pastures!

Thy rock-beach the rage of the tempest repelling-Yet there were who pretended to grieve,
The wide-wasting contest of wave and of wind-
Aloft on thy battlements long be unfurl'd

The eagle that decks thee-the pride of the world!

Where is the hand which can nurse it?
Nations who rear'd it shall watch its consuming-The faded bud never shall blossom again-

And yield as thou fadest, for the use of mankind, Shone with lustre more holy, more pure, or more tunde, The lesson that marks thy decay.