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To Germany, and highnesses serene,
Who owe us millions—don't we owe the queen?
To Germany, what owe we not besides?
So oft bestowing Brunswickcrs and brides;
Who paid for vulgar, with her royal blood,
Drawn from the stem of each Teutonic stud:
Who sent us—so be pardon'd all her faults—
A dozen dukes, some kings, a queen—and Waltz.

But peace to her—her emperor and diet.
Though now transferr'd to Buonaparte's " fiat!"
Back to my theme — O Muse of motion! say,
How first to Albion found thy Waltz her way?

Borne on the breath of hyperborean gales, From Hamburg's port (while Hamburg yet had mailt), Ere yet unlucky Fame—compell'd to creep To snowy Gottenburg—was chlll'd to sleep j Or, starting from her slumbers, deign'd arise, Heligoland! to stock thy mart with lies; While unburnt Moscow1 yet had news to send, Nor owed her fiery exit to a friend. She came—Waltz came—and with her certain sets Of true despatches, and as true gazettes: Then flamed of Austcrlitz the blest despatch, Which Moniteur nor Morning Post can match; And—almost crush'd beneath the glorious news— Ten plays, and forty tales of Kotzebue's; One envoy's letters, six composers' airs, And loads from Frankfort and from Lcipsic fairs; Melner's four volumes upon womankind, Like Lapland witches to insure a wind; Brunck's heaviest tome for ballast, and, to back it, Of Heyne, such as should not sink the packet

Fraught with this cargo—and her fairest freight, Delightful Waltz, on tiptoe for a mate, The welcome vessel reach'd the genial strand, And round her flock'd the daughters of the land. Not decent David, when, before the ark, His grand pas-seul excited some remark; Not love-lorn Quixote, when his Sancho thought The knight's fandango friskier than it ought: Not soft Herodias, when, with winning tread, Her nimble feet danced off another's head; Not Cleopatra on her galley's deck, Display'd so much of lea, or more of neck. Than thou, ambrosial Waltz, when first the moon Beheld thee twirling to a Saxon tune I

To you, ye husbands of ten years! whose brows Ache with the annual tributes of a spouse;

1 The patriotic arson of our Amiable allies cannot be sufficiently commended—nor subscribed for. Amongst other details omitted in the various despatches of our eloquent ambassador, he did not state (being too much occupied with the

exploits of Colonel C , in swimmiug rivers frozen, and

galloping over roads impassable,) that one entire province

Itcrisned by famine in the most melancholy manner, as [blows: — In General Rostopchin's consummate conflagration, the consumption of tallow and train oil was so great, that the market was inadequate to the demand: and thus one hundred and thirty-three thousand persons were starved to death, by being reduced to wholesome diet! The lamplighters of London have since subscribed a pint (of oil) a piece, and the tallow-chandlers have unanimously voted a quantity of best moulds (four to tho pound), to the relief of the surviving Scythians ; — the scarcity will soon, by such exertions, and a proper attention to the quality rather than the quantity of provision, be totally alleviated. It is said, in return, that the untouched Ukraine has subscribed sixty thousand beeves for a day's meal to our suffering manufacturers. 3 Dancing girls—who do for hire what Waltz doth gratis. * It cannot be complained now, as in the Lady Baussiere's time, of the " Sieur de la Croix," that there be " no whiskers;"

To you of nine yean less, who only bear
The budding sprouts of those that you th'iU \
With added ornaments around them roll'd
Of native brass, or law-awarded gold;
To you, ye matrons, ever on the watch
To mar a son's, or make a daughter's match;
To you, ye children of—whom chance accords —
Always the ladies, and sometime* their lords;
To you, ye single gentlemen, who seek
Torments for life, or pleasures for a week;
As Love or Hymen your endeavours guide.
To gain your own, or snatch another's bride ; —
To one and all the lovely stranger came,
And every ball-room echoes with her name.

Endearing Waltz !—to thy more melting tune
Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon.
Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance, forego
Your future claims to each fantastic toe 1
Waltz — Waltz alone—both legs and
Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands;
Hands which may freely range in public sight
Where ne'er before—but—pray "put out the light."
Mcthinks the glare of yonder chandelier
Shines much too far—or I am much too near;
And true, though strange — Waltz whispers this rr-
"My slippery steps are safest in the dark!" [mark,
But here the Muse with due decorum halts,
And lends her longest petticoat to Waltz.

Observant travellers of every time!
Ye quartos publlsh'd upon every' clime!
Oh say, shall dull Romalka's heavy round.
Fandango's wriggle, or Bolero's bound;
Can Egypt's Almas! — tantalising group —
Columbia's caperers to the warlike whoop—
Can aught from cold Kamschatka to Cape Horn
With Waltz compare, or after Waltz be bomc?
Ah, no! from Morier's pages down to Gait's
Each tourist pens a paragraph for " Waltz."

Shades of those belles whose reign began of yore.
With George the Third's—and ended long before : —
Though In your daughters' daughters yet you thrive.
Burst from your lead, and be yourselves alive!
Back to the ball-room speed your spectred host,
Fool's Paradise is dull to that you lost-
No treacherous powder bids conjecture quake;
No stiff-starch'd stays make meddling fingers ache;
(Transferr'd to those ambiguous things that ape
Goats in their visage women in their shape;)

but how far these are indications of valour in the field, or elsewhere, may still be questionable. Much may be. and hath been, avouched ou both sides. In the olden time philosophers had whiskers, and soldiers none— Sctpio himtotf was shaven — Hannibal thought bis one eye handsome enousjts without a beard; but Adrian, the emperor, won? a beard (having warts on his chin, which neither the Empress Santo* nor even the courtiers could abide) — Turenne had whiskers, Marlborough none—Buonaparte is unwhiskered, tbe Kcrrac whiskered; M argal" greatness of mind and whUkers may or may not go together: but certainly the different occurrence*, since the growth of the last mentioned, go further in behalf oof whiskers than the anathema of Ansclm did against Long hair in the reign of Henry I Formerly, red was a favourite colour. See Lodowick Barrey's comedy of Kain Alley, 1GS1: Act I. Scene 1.

"Tqffeta. Now for a wager—What coloured beard comas next by the window? "Adriana. A black man's, I think. "TaMta. I think not so: I think a red, for that is most

in fashion."

There is " nothing new under the sun ;" but red, thess a favourite, has now subsided into a favourite's colour.

No damsel faints when rather closely press'd.
But more caressing seems when most caress'd;
Superfluous hartshorn, and reviving salts,
Both banish'd by the sovereign cordial " WalU."

Seductive Waltz! —though on thy native shore
Even WerteT's self proclaim'd thee half a whore;
Vt'erter—to decent vice though much inclined,
Yet warm, not wanton; dazzled, but not blind —
Though gentle Genlis, in her strife with Stael,
Would even proscribe thee from a Paris ball;
The fashion hails—from countesses to queens.
And maids and valets waltz behind the scenes;
Wide and more wide thy witching circle spreads.
And turns — if nothing else — at least our heads;
With thee even clumsy cits attempt to bounce.
And cockneys practise what they cant pronounce.
Gods I how the glorious theme my strain exalts,
And rhyme finds partner rhyme in praise of" Waltz 1"

Blest was the time Waltz chose for her tWbut;
The court, the Regent, like herself were new ;'
Sew face for friends, for foes some new rewards j
New ornaments for black and royal guards;
Sew laws to hang the rogues that roar'd for bread;
New coins (most new) 2 to follow those that fled;
New victories — nor can we prize them less,
Though Jenky wonders at his own success;
Sew wars, because the old succeed so well,
That most survivors envy those who fell;
New mistresses — no, old—and yet 'tis true,
Though they be old, the thing is something new;
Each new, quite new—(except some ancient tricks),3
! New white-sticks, gold-sticks, broom-sticks, all new
•ticks!

With vests or ribands—deck'd alike In hue,
New troopers strut, new turncoats blush in blue:

So salth the muse: my <, what say you?

Such was the time when Waltz might best maintain
Her new preferments in this novel reign;
Such was the time, nor ever yet was such;
Hoops are no more, and petticoats not much j
Morals and minuets, virtue and her stays
And tell-tale powder—all have had their days.
The ball begins—the honours of the house
First duly done by daughter or by spouse,

1 An anachronism — Waltz and the battle of Austcrlitz are before said to have opened the ball together: the bard means < if he means .anv thing), Waltz was not so much in vogue till the Regent attained the acme of his popularity. Waltz, the comet, whiskers, and the new government, illuminated heaven arid earTh, in all their glory, much about the same time: of these the comet only has disappeared ; the other three continue to astonish us still— Printer's Devil.

■ Amongst others a new ninepence —a creditable coin now forthcoming, worth a pound. In paper, at the fairest calculation.

■ " Oh that right should thus overcome might!" Who does not remember the " delicate investigation " In the " Merry Wives of Windsor ?"—

M Ford. Pray you, come near: If I suspect without cause, why then make sport at me: then let me be your jest; I dMerve it. How now ? whither bear you this?

"* Mrs. Ford. What have you to do whither they bear it?

— you were best meddle with buck-washing."

* The gentle, or ferocious, reader may fill up the blank A3 he pleases — there are several dissyllabic names at his service (being already in the Regent's): It would not be fair to back any peculiar Initial against the alphabet, as every month will add to the list now entered for the sweepstakes:

— a distinguished consonant Is said to be the favourite, much against the wishes of the knowing ones.

* "We have changed all that," says the Mock Doctor —

Some potentate — or royal or serene —

With Kent's gay grace, or sapient Gloster's mien.

Leads forth the ready dame, whose rising flush

Might once have been mistaken for a blush.

From where the garb just leaves the bosom free,

That spot where hearts * were once supposed to be;

Round all the confines of the yielded waist,

The strangest hand may wander undisplaced;

The lady's In return may grasp as much

As princely paunches offer to her touch.

Pleased round the chalky floor how well they trip,

One hand reposing on the royal hip;

The other to the shoulder no less royal

Ascending with affection truly loyal!

Thus front to front the partners move or stand,

The foot may rest, but none withdraw the hand;

And all in turn may follow In their rank,

The Earl of— Asterisk — and Lady — Blank;

Sir—Such-a-one — with those of fashion's host.

For whose blest surnames — vide " Morning Post"

(Or if fur that impartial print too late,

Search Doctors'Commons six months from my date)— ,

Thus all and each, in movement swift or slow,

The genial contact gently undergo;

Till some might marvel, with the modest Turk,

If " nothing follows all this palming work ?"8

True, honest Mlrza!—you may trust my rhyme—

Something does follow at a fitter time;

The breast thus publicly resign'd to man,

In private may resist him If it can.

O ye who loved our grandmothers of yore, Fitzpatrick, Sheridan 7, and many more 1 And thou, my prince! whose sovereign taste and will

It is to love the lovely beldames still 1

Thou ghost of Quccnsbcrry! whose judging sprite

Satan may spare to peep a single night.

Pronounce — if ever in your days of bliss

Asmodeus struck so bright a stroke as this?

To teach the young Ideas how to rise.

Flush in the cheek, and languish in the eyes:

Rush to the heart, and lighten through the frame,

With half-told wish and ill-dissembled flame:

For prurient nature still will storm the breast —

Who, tempted thus, can answer for the rest?

'tis all gone—Asmodeus knows where. After all. it is of no great importance how women's hearts arc disposed of; they have nature's privilege to distribute them as absurdly as possible. But there are also some men with hearts so thoroughly bad, as to remind us of those phenomena often mentioned In natural history; viz. a mass of solid stone—only to be opened by force—and when divided, you discover a toad in the centre, lively, and with the reputation of being venomous.

■ In Turkey a pertinent, here an impertinent and superfluous, question—literally put, as In the text, by a Persian to Morier, on seeing a waltz In Pera—Vide Moricr's Travels.

7 [ I once heard Sheridan repeat, in a ball-room, some verses, which he had lately written on waltzing; and of which I remember the following —

"With tranquil step, and timid, downcast glance,
Behold the wclUpair'd couple now advance.
In such sweet posture our first parents moved.
While, hand in hand, through Eden's bowers they roved.
Ere yet the Devil, with promise fine and false,
Turn'd their poor heads, and taught them how to waltz.
One hand grasps hers, the other holds her hip:
• » • • ■

For so the law 's laid down by Baron Trip." This gentleman, whose name suits so aptly as a legal authority on the subject of waltzing, was, at the time these verses were written, well known in the dancing circles—Moorc]

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But yc — who never felt a single thought
For what our morals are to be, or ought;
Who wisely wish the charms you view to reap.
Say — would you make those beauties quite so
cheap?

Hot from the hands promiscuously applied,
Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side,
Where were the rapture then to clasp the form
From this lewd grasp and lawless contact warm?
At once love's most endearing thought resign.
To press the hand so press'd by none but thine;
To gaie upon that eye which never met
Another's ardent look without regret;
Approach the lip which all, without restraint.
Come near enough—if not to touch—to taint;

If such thou lovest — love her then no more.
Or give — like her — caresses to a score;
Her mind with these is gone, and with it go
The little left behind it to bestow.

Voluptuous Waltz! and dare I thus blaspheme?
Thy bard forgot thy praises were his theme.
Terpsichore, forgive ! — at every ball
My wife now waltzes — and my daughters shall;
My son — (or stop — 't is needless to inquire —
These little accidents should ne'er transpire;
Some ages hence our genealogic tree
Will wear as green a bough for him as me) —
Waltzing shall rear, to make our name amends.
Grandsons for me — in heirs to all his friends.

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"The Emperor Xepoi was acknowledged by the Senate, by the Italians, and by the Provincials of Gaul • his Irtues, and military talents, were loudly celebrated; and those who derived any private benefit from hfs inv^r - 1 in prophetic strains the restoration of public felicity. V * M'

By this shameful abdication, ho protracted his life a few years, in a very ambiguous state, between an Emtwn Exile, till ." — Giuuon'j Dcciiac and Fait, vol. vi. p. 220. a 011 nmpero

*T is done — but yesterday a King!

And arm'd with Kings to strive —
And now thou art a nameless thing:

So abject — yet alive!
Is this the man of thousand thrones,
Who strew'd our earth with hostile bones,

And can he thus survive ? *
Since he, miscall'd the Morning Star,
Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far.

Ill-minded man ! why scourge thy kind

Who bow'd so low the knee?
By gazing on thyself grown blind,

Thou taught'st the rest to see.
With might unquestion'd,—power to save,—
Thine only gift hath been the grave,

To those that worshipp'd thee;

'[The reader has seen that Lord Byron, when publishing "The Corsair," in January 1814, announced an apparently

Juite serious resolution to withdraw, fur some vcars at least, rom poetry. His letters of the February and March following abound in repetitions of the same determination. On the morning of the ninth of April, he writes,—" No more rhyme for—or rather from—me. I have taken my leave of that stage, and henceforth will mountebank it no longer." In the evening, a Gazette Extraordinary announced the abdication of Fontalnebleau, and the Poet violated hfs vows next morning, by composing this Ode, which he immediately published, though without his name. His Diary says, " April 10. Today I have boxed one hour — written an ode lo Napoleon Buonaparte — copied it — eaten six biscuits — drunk four bottles of soda water, and reddc away the rest of my time."]

2 [" Produce the urn that Hannibal contains.

And weigh the mighty dust w hich yet

And Is This All :" I know not that this was ever done in the old w orld ; at least, with regard to Hannibal: but, in the statistical account of Scotland, I find that Sir John Paterson had the curiosity to collect, and weigh, the ashes of a person discovered a few years since In the parish of Eccles ; which he was happily enabled to do with great facility, as "the inside of the cofhn

Nor till thy fall could mortals , Ambition's less than littleness I

Thanks for that lesson —i it will teach

To after-warriors more,
Than high Philosophy can preach.

And vainly prcach'd before.
That spell upon the minds of men
Breaks never to unite again,

That led them to adore
Those Pagod things of sabre sway.
With fronts of brass, and feet of clay.

The triumph, and the vanity,

The rapture of the strife * —
The earthquake voice of Victory,

To thee the breath of life;

was smooth, and the whole body visible." Wonderful to i late, he found the whole did not exceed in weight < and a half '. And Is This All! Alas ! the i is a satirical exaggeration—Giftord.}

3 [" I send you an additional motto from Gibbon, which vou will find singularly appropriate."—Lord JJyrom to Mr. 'Murray, April 12. 1314.]

4 ['* I don't know—but I think 7, even I (an insert cotspared with this creature), have set my life on casts not a millionth part of this man s. But. after all, a crown may not be worth dying for. Yet, to outlive Ludi for thif!!! Oh that Juvenal or Johnson could rise from the dead !' Expend*-— quot libras in duce summo inrcnies?' I knew they vert light in the balance of mortality; but I thought their living dust weighed more carats. Alas! this imperial diamond hath a flaw in it, and is now hardly fit to stick in a glazier's pencil; —the pen of the historian won't rate ft worth a ducat. Paha! * something too much of this.' But I won't give him up ercaa now; though all his admirers have, like the Thanes, Lallrn from hlra."—Byron Diary, April 9-]

* "Certaroinls gaudia"— the expression of Attila Is hi« harangue to his army, previous to the battle of given in Cassiodorus.

The sword, the sceptre, and that sway
Which man seem'd made but to obey,

Wherewith renown was rife—
All quell'd !— Dark Spirit! what must be
The madness of thy memory!

The Desolator desolate!

The Victor overthrown!
The Arbiter of others' fate

A Suppliant fur his own!
Is it some yet imperial hope,
That with such change can calmly cope?

Or dread of death alone?
To die a prince — or live a slave —
Thy choice is most ignobly brave!

He who of old would rend the oak I,

Drcam'd not of the rebound:
Chain'd by the trunk he vainly broke —

Alone — how look'd he round?
Thou, in the sternness of thy strength,
An equal deed hast done at length,

And darker fate hast found:
He fell, the forest prowlers' prey;
But thou must eat thy heart away!

The Roman when his burning heart
Was slaked with blood of Rome,

Threw down the dagger — dared depart,
In savage grandeur, home —

He dared depart in utter scorn

Of men that such a yoke had borne,
Yet left him such a doom!

His only glory was that hour

Of self-upheld abandun'd power.

The Spaniard, when the lust of sway

Had lost its quickening spell, a
Cast crowns for rosaries away,

An empire for a cell;
A strict accountant of his beads,
A subtle disputant on creeds.

His dotage trifled well: 4
Tet better had he neither known
A bigot's shrine, nor despot's throne.3

But thou — from thy reluctant hand
The thunderbolt is wrung —

1 [M Out of town six days. On my return, find ray poor 'ittl* pagod. Napoleon, pushed olf his pedestal. It is his out fault. Like Milo, he would rend the oak; but it closed , wedged his hands, and now the beasts—Hon, bear, to the dirtiest Jackall—may all tear him. That Muscovite winter wtdgtd his arras:—ever since, he has fought with bis feet and teeth. The last may still leave their marks; and * 1 guess now ' (as the Yankees say), that he will yet play them a pass."— Byron Diary, April 8.]

1 Sylla [We find the germ of this stansa In the Diary of

the evening before it was written:—" Methinks Sylla did Setter; for he revenged, and resigned in the height of his sway, red with the slaughter of his foes—the finest instance of gloriou* contempt of tho rascals upon record. Dtoclestan did well too—Amurath not amiss, had he become aught except a dervise—Charles the Fifth but so so: but Napoleon worst of all."—Byron Diary, April 9.]

9 [" Alter 1 potent spell ' to ' quickening spell:' the first (as Polooius says) * is a vile phrase,' and means nothing, besides being common-place and Kosa-Matildaisb. After the resolution of not publishing, though our Ode is a thing of little length and less consequence, it will be better altogether that it is anonymous."—Lord Byron to Mr. Murray, April 11.]

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Too late thou leav'st the high coin
To which thy weakness clung;

All Evil Spirit as thou- art.

It is enough to grieve the heart
To see thine own unstrung;

To think that God's fair world hath been

The footstool of a thing so i

And Earth hath spilt her blood for him,

Who thus can hoard his own:
And Monarchs bow'd the trembling limb,

And thank'd him for a throne!
Fair Freedom 1 we may hold thee dear,
When thus thy mightiest foes their fear

In humblest guise have shown.
Oh! ne'er may tyrant leave behind
A brighter name to lure mankind!

Thine evil deeds are writ in gore,

Nor written thus in vain —
Thy triumphs tell of fame no more,

Or deepen every stain:
If thou hadst died as honour dies,
Some new Napoleon might arise,

To shame the world again —
But who would soar the solar height,
To set in such a starless night ?6

Weiffh'd In the balance, hero dust

Is vile as vulgar clay;
Thy scales, Mortality! are just

To all that pass away:
But yet methought the living great
Some higher sparks should animate,

To dazzle and dismay:
Nor deem'd Contempt could thus make mirth
Of these, the Conquerors of the earth.

And she, proud Austria's mournful flower,

Thy still imperial bride;
How bears her breast the torturing hour?

Still clings she to thy side?
Must she too bend, must she too 6hare
Thy late repentance, long despair,

Thou throneless Homicide?
If still she loves thee, hoard that gem;
'Tia worth thy vanlsh'd diadem !7

Ferdinand, and the kingdom of Spain to his son Philip, and retired to a monastery In Estremadura, where he conformed, in his manner of living, to all the rigour of monastic austerity. Not satisfied with this, he dressed himself In his shroud, was laid in his coffin with much solemnity, joined in the prayers which were offered up for the rest of his soul, and mingled his tears with those which his attendants shed, as if they had been celebrating a real funeral.]

s P' 1 looked Into Lord Kafmes's ' Sketches of the History or Man,' and mentioned to Dr. Johnson his censure of Charles the Fifth for celebrating his funeral obsequies in his life-time, which, 1 told him, I had been used to think a solemn and affecting act. Johnson. 'Why, Sir, a man may dispose his mind to think so of that act of Charles; but it is so liable to ridicule, that if one man out of ten thousand laughs at it, he 'II make the other nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine laugh too.'"—BotwclCt Joknton, vol. vli. p. 78. ed. 1835.] s [" But who would rise in brightest day

To set without one parting ray?"—MS.] 7 [It is well known that Count Nelpperg, a gentleman in the suite of tho Emperor of Austria, who was first presented to Maria Louisa within a few days after Napoleon s abdication, became, in the sequel, her chamberlain, and then her to have been a man of remarkably plain

He is said appearance. The Count died in 1831.]

Then haste thee to thy sullen Isle,

f And gaze upon the sea;
That element may meet thy smile—

It ne'er was ruled by thee I
Or trace with thine all idle hand,
In loitering mood upon the sand.

That Earth is now as free!
That Corinth's pedagogue i hath now
Transferr'd his by-word to thy brow.

Thou Timour! in his captive's cage 3
What thoughts will there be thine,

While brooding in thy prison'd rage?
But one —" The world was mine I"

Unless, like he of Babylon,

All sense is with thy sceptre gone,
Life will not long confine

That spirit pour'd so widely forth —

So long obey'd—so little worth I

Or, like the thief of fire from heaven, s

Wilt thou withstand the shock?
And share with him, the unforgiven,

His vulture and his rock!
Foredoom'd by Gdd—by man accurst, *
And that last act, though not thy worst.

The very Fiend's arch mock;h
He in his fall preserved his pride,
And, if a mortal, had as proudly died!

1 [Dtonyslus the Younger, esteemed a greater tyrant than his lather, on being for the second time banished from Syracuse, retired to Corinth, where he was obliged to turn schoolmaster for a subsistence.]

3 The cage of Bajazet, by order of Tamerlane.

3 Prometheus.

* [In first draught—

"He suffered for kind acts to men.
Who have not seen his like again,

At least of kingly stock j
Since he was good, and thou but great,
Thou canst not quarrel with thy fate."]

* - —" The very fiend's arch mock —

To lip a wanton, and suppose her chaste."

Shakspsare.

[We believe there Is no doubt of the truth of the anecdote "here alluded to—of Napoleon's having found leisure for an j unworthy amour, the very evening of his arrival at Fon, talnebteau.J

8 [The three last stanzas, which Lord Byron had been solicited by Mr. Murray to write, in order to avoid the stamp

I duty then imposed upon publications not exceeding a sheet,

1 were not published with the rest of the poem. "1 don't like them at all," says Lord Byron, " and they had better be left

| out. The fact is, 1 can't do anything I am asked to do, however gladly I would; and at the end of a week my interest in

l a composition goes off."]

* [In one of Lord Byron's MS. Diaries, begun at Ravenna In May, 1821, we find the following:—"What shall I write? —another Journal? 1 think not. Any thing that comes uppermost, and call it

"My Dictionary. "Augustus. — I have often been puzzled with his character. Was he a great man? Assuredly. But not one of my Great men. I have always looked upon Sylla as the greatest cha

racter In history, when it was —

laying down his power at the moment Too great to keep or to resign,'

There was a day—there was an hour,p

While earth was Gaulls — Gaul thine -
When that immeasurable power

Unsated to resign
Had been an act of purer fame,
Than gathers round Marengo's name.

And gilded thy decline,
Through the long twilight of all time.
Despite some passing clouds of crime.

But thou forsooth must be a king,

And don the purple vest,
As if that foolish robe could wring

Remembrance from thy 1
Where is that faded garment?
The gewgaws thou wert fond to wear,

The star—the string—the crest?
Vain fro ward child of empire! say.
Are all thy playthings snatch'd away?

Where may the wearied eye repose,

When gazing on the Great;"
Where neither guilty glory glows,

Nor despicable state?
Yes—one — the first—the last—the best—
The Cinclnnatus of the West,

Whom envy dared not hate.
Bequeath the name of Washington,
To make man blush there was but one !■

and thus despising them all. As to the retention of hi* power by Augustus, the thing was already settled, if be had given it up — the commonwealth was gone— the republic was lone past alt resuscitation. Had Brutus and Cassius gained the battle of Phillppi, it would not have restored the republic. Its days ended with the Gracchi; the rest was a mere struggle oi parties. You might as well cure a consumption, or restore A broken egg, as revive a state so long a prey to every uppermost soldier, as Kome had long been. As for a despotism, tf Augustus could have been sure that all his successors would have been like himself—(I mean not as Octavius, but Augustus) or Napoleon could have insured the world that m%r*e of .his successors would have been like himself—the aooent or modern world might have gone on, like the empire ot Ctajna, in a state of lethargic prosperity. Suppose, for instance, that, instead of Tiberius and Caligula, Augustas bad been immediately succeeded by Nerra, Trajan, the Antuuine*. or even by Titus and his father—what a difference in our estimate of himself!— So far from gaining by the contrast, I think that one half of our dislike arises from his having been beired by Tiberius — and one half of Julius Carsar'i fame, from his having had his empire consolidated by Augustas. — Suppose that there had been no Octavhu, and Tiberius had ■ jumped the life' between, and at once succeeded Julias '* — And yet it is difficult to say whether hereditary right or popular choice produce the worser sovereigns. The Rose an Consuls make a goodly show ; but then they only reigned for a year, and were under a sort of personal obligation to distinguish themselves. It is still more difficult to say *hicb. form of government Is the worst — all are so bad. As foe A»mocrncy, ft is the worst of the whole; for what is, to tad. democracy ?—an aristocracy of blackguards."]

* [On being reminded by a friend of his recent promt** act to write any more for years — "There was," replied Lord Byron, " a mental reservation in my pact with the public, a behalf of anonymcs; and, even had there not, the provocssOeai was such as to make it physically Impossible to pass over tsvu epoch of triumphant taraeness. 'Tis a sad busmess . mmd after all, I shall think higher of rhyme and reason, and eery humbly of your heroic people, till — Etba becama a ro£nBak.>, and icndt him out again. 1 can't think it it mU over yrt. j

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