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evening, at the hour of eight, I again much absorbed in my own reflections to
knocked at the Astrologer's door, and in venture another question.
a few minutes I was in the apartment “Ere the moon was out, a quarrel with
I have just described. was a dull a Spaniard in the streets of Paris ended
night, and the few stars which twinkled in in the death of my antagonist, and I re-
the firmament shed but a feeble and un. ceived a wound so severe that it en-
certain light. The room was dark, but I dangered my life. I well remember that
could just discern that a huge telescope on the night of the rencounter yon star
slood by the window, through which its glowed as it does now. I tell thee, Ey-
owner was looking. The casement was land, this night will be fatal to some of
thrown open, and the night wind sighed us-Art thou still incredulous ?"
mournfully among the leaves of some “ Your story is somewhat strange,”
creeping shrubs whose luxuriant branches replied his companions ; 66 but such
had almost covered the lattice.

things are beneath a soldier's notice.”
«. Well,' said I, old friend, what - The soldier hazards his life in every
good fortune hast thou in store for me ?' engagement,” said Marberoll, “but he

". My son,' replied the Astrologer, marches to the charge with a hope that
'I counsel thee to depart, and vex not he may escape, and that hope supports
thyself with what may befal thee; little him in -Ha, what is that ?"
of that which gladdeth the heart have 1 to This sudden exclamation alarmed Ey.
tell thee this night.'

land who eagerly inquired what it meant.
“ These words threw a damp upon my Marberoll replied by pointing to the
spirits, which had been exeited by a glass hedge by the road side.
or two of mine host's choicest liquieures ; “I see it,” said Eyland, “ 'tis a soli.
but ashamed to show any thing savouring tary glow worm ; courage man, thou
of weakness, I boldly said :-

tremblest like one in an agué fit. 'Tis " • It boots not, old man, whether I the match of a Harquebuissier,"added Eyknow my fate now, or at another season. land, in a whisper, so we are surrounded. I fear not death, for I am about to adopt a Halt ! comrades." He had hardly given dangerous profession; and it matters not the word, when several sparks suddenly if my blood is shed by the lance of appeared in the high hedge which skirted a Spaniard, or the knife of some Flemish the road side, and the next moment a volboor. Let me know my destiny at once.' ley was discharged with fatal precision into

Thou art a vain youth,' replied the the midst of the troop, who returned the Astrologer,

“ yet I would render thy fire, but with little effect, for half their short life less wretched had I mine own number were either unhorsed or slain will, though thou art of that country which by the enemy's discharge. has so long scourged mine. Thou art a Dismount,” roared Eyland, “ and heretic, but I would not be one to make charge these rascals with your swords.” thee miserable.'

For this, however, there was no time, "A truce to this,' said I, let me for the Harquebuissiers falling back, a know what thou hast discovered ; com- body of pikemen and halberdiers advanmence your work, or I shall depart and ced to the charge, while their comrades proclaim thee a cheat to all the people of at a distance poured their fatal shot upon

the Englishmen, who, perched upon their They know otherwise,” replied the horses, afforded an excellent mark to their old

man,, - and thou shalt, ere long, be enemies. All was wild confusion and added to the list of the believers :-come uproar ; the Englishmen fought despea hither.' I advanced to the window. rately, but they were completely sur

Look up,' he continued, see'st thou rounded, and were but a poor match for yon pale star over that mill? 'Tis the the Spaniards, whose long weapons gave planet that rules thy destiny : before the them a complete mastery. In a few momoon is out 'twill glow with a deep red. ments the whole of the troop of pistoBeware of fraud--of subtlety-of false liers were either killed or taken prisoners. friends, when its colour changes. I say, A shot passed through the sword-arm of young Englishman, when that star shall Marberoil and completely disabled him, assume a crimson hue, thy life will be in and Eyland had been struck down with the danger.' I fixed my eyes intently on blow of a halbert. They were instantly the heavens for some moments, to watch bound and borne in triumph to the enethe different stars that splangled the fir. my's camp at a short distance, and which mament, though at intervals they were a turning in the road disclosed to the hidden by the dense clouds that 'floated view of Marberoll and his companion. across them; and noted the planet thou Several tents had been pitched round a now see'st burning with its ominous hue mill on the road side, and as they advanabove us. I then quitted the house, too ced towards them the leader of ihe party

Paris.'

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issued from the mill, preceded by two sol “I do," replied Marberoll, “ 'twas my
diers bearing torches. He was a man ill fortune to take the life of a gentleman
of a stern aspect and commanding figure, on that night, but 'twas in mine own
his black hair was cut close to his head, defence."
and his beard and mustachios of the same “ Liar !” cried the Spaniard," he was
colour had the full benefit of a contrast my brother, and thou art his murderer.”.
with his white ruff, over which it des He grasped the hilt of his sword, which
cended and swept his corslet of the finest he half unsheathed, when suddenly recol-
steel. The skirts of a buff coat covered lecting himself, he returned it to the scab-
his thighs, and boots of_buff leather bard:
reached above the knee. From a richly “ No," said he, “ I will not dull my
wrought baldrick hung a Bilboa sword blade by burying it in thy wretched car.
of great length, and at his right side cass! Ho! there, Diego,-draw out a
appeared the hilt of a dagger curiously party!"
chased. A mantle of velvet was thrown At the word, six harquebuissiers ad-
over his shoulders, and in his hand he vanced with lighted matches, and holding
bore a baton or truncheon.

their rests in their left hands.
.“ Well, Diego," said he, addressing “ Bind this fellow to yonder gate,” said
the captain of the party who had formed the leader ; and his commands were im-
the ambush," what success ?"

mediately obeyed. In vain Eyland plead“You see before you the leaders of ed for the life of his friend ; in vain he the troop," answered the captain, “the offered an enormous ransom if his life rest are slain or made prisoners.” were spared ; the Spaniard was inexor. " What is our loss?"

able, and waving his hands, the harque“Some ten or fifteen men slain and buissiers fired! Eyland, horror-struck,, wounded.”

turned towards his friend, who sprung “ 'Tis well,” replied the commander; forwant, and bursting with convulsive “ bring hither the prisoners.”

force the cords that bound him, fell upon Marberoll and his friend were led for his knees. Then, casting a momentary ward, and the Spaniard fixing upon them glance at the fatal planet, which now ap; à fierce and malignant scowl, thus ad- peared of a blood-red colour, he waved dressed them

his hand to Eyland, and falling on his “ So, gentlemen, your own foggy isle face with a groan, instantly expired! will not suffice you ; you must reeds seek war in another land, and meddle with your

An interchange of prisoners soon after neighbours; know ye not that your

lives

restored Eyland to liberty, but the impresare forfeit ?" “Our lives are at your disposal, Senor,” effaced from his memory.

sion of that dreadful night was never said Eyland ; “ but we know your Spanish honour will not suffer you to sully your victory by a deliberate murder."

STANZAS. The Spaniard shrugged up his shoul

(For the Olio.) ders, and smiled at this compliment. “You Englishmen," said he, are as subtle as Pleasure, thou hast been so long you are hardy and desperate.” He then From my bosom taken,

Hope has ceas'd her syren song gave orders that Marberoll and his friend

Cheerily to waken; should be treated kindly, but that they But I will not weep, for tho' should be strictly guarded. The prison Light no more is glowing,

And around a sea of woe ers were about to be led away, when the

Gloomily is flowing, Spanish leader again spoke.

Joy there is where sorrow clings, “ Hold,” said he, " first let me know Hope wben bope has faded :

An unspotted conscience brings

Pleasures never shaded.
Eyland was the first who answered ;
George Eyland.”

“ Francis Marberoll," said his compa- MOORE'S LIFE OF LORD BYRON.
nion, looking up at the heavens, now
thickly spangled with stars. The fatal At last we have one of the volumes of
monitor which his eye sought appeared of the long talked of Biography of the great-
a blood-red colour, and strangely con est genius of modern times presented to
trasted with the paly light of those that us, by an eloquent and talented author,
surrounded it. He was suddenly roused whose abilities and strict impartiality
from his reverie by the violence of the eminently fit him for the difficult task.
Spaniard, who, in a voice of thunder, The memoir before us is not a mere
cried, “ Ha! Marberoll ! Thou remem- outline, but a finished picture by the
berest Paris on the Eve of the Ascension ?'' hand of a master ; it exhibits all those

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little traits that individualize' and depict Here his love of adventure had nearly the poet in his undress, it shews us the cost him his life. As he was scrambling great author with his friends and asso- along a declivity that overhúng the fall, ciates, and fully developes the lights and some heather caught his lame foot, and sbadows of his powerful mind.

he fell. Already he was rolling downWe would that our limits permitted us ward, when the attendant luckily caught to give a more ample account of the con- hold of him, and was but just in time tents of this bulky volume, but as it to save him from being killed. It was would occupy too much of our space, about this period, when he was not quite we can only select such portions as we eight years old, that a feeling partaking think will prove most interesting to our more of the nature of love than it is easy readers.

to believe possible in so young a child, That his Lordship’s temper when a child, took, according to his own account, ensays Mr. M., was violent, or rather tire possession of his thoughts, and shewsullenly passionate, is certain. Even ed how early, in this passion, as in most when in petticuats he shewed the same others, the sensibilities of his nature were uncontrollable spirit with his nurse, awakened. The name of the object of which he afterwards exhibited, when an this attachment was Mary Duff; and the author, with his critics. Being angrily following passage from a journal, kept reprimanded by her, one day, for having by him in 1813, will shew how freshly, soiled or torn a new frock in which he after an interval of seventeen years, all had been just dressed, he got into one the circumstances of this early love still of his. silent rages' (as he himself has lived in his memory. • I have been described them,) seized the frock with thinking lately a good deal of Mary both his hands, rent it from top to bot. Duff. How very odd that I should have tom, and stood in sullen stillness, setting been so utterly, devotedly fond of that his censurer and her wrath at defiance. girl, at an age when I could neither feel But, notwithstanding this, and other such passion, nor know the meaning of the unruly outbreaks—in which he was but word. And the effect !-My mother too much encouraged by the example of used always to rally me about this childhis mother, who frequently, it is said, ish amour; and, at last, many years proceeded to the same extremities with after, when I was sixteen, she told me her caps, gowns, &c. there was in his one day, 'Oh, Byron, I have had a let. disposition, as appears from the concur ter from Edinburgh, from Miss Aberrent testimony of nurses, tutors, and all cromby, and your old sweetheart Mary who were employed about him, a mix. Duff is married to a Mr. Coe.' And ture of affectionate sweetness and play- what was my answer? I really cannot fulness, by which it was impossible not explain or account for my feelings at to be attached ; and which rendered him that moment; but they nearly threw me then, as in his riper years, easily mana into convulsions, and alarmed my mother geable by those who loved and under. so much, that, after I grew better, she stood him sufficiently to be at once gentle generally avoided the subject-to meand firm enough for the task.”

and contented herself with telling it to Some incidents in his youth are thus all her acquaintance. Now, what could given. “ His love of solitary rambles, this be? I had never seen her since her and his taste for exploring in all direc- mother's faux-pas at Aberdeen had been tions, led him not unfrequently so far as the cause of her removal to her grandto excite serious apprehensions for his mother's at Banff; we were both the safety. While at Aberdeen, he used merest children. I had and have been often to steal from home unperceived, attached fifty times since that period; -sometimes he would find his way to yet I recollect all we said to each other, the seaside ; and once, after a long and all our caresses, her features, my restanxious search, they found the adven- lessness, sleeplessness, my tormenting turous little rover struggling in a sort of my mother's maid to write for me to her, morass or marsh, from which he was which she at last did, to quiet me. Poor unable 10 extricate himself. In the Nancy thought I was wild, and, as I course of one of his summer excursions could not write, for myself, became my up Dee-side, he had an opportunity of secretary. I remember, too, our walks, seeing still more of the wild beauties of and the happiness of sitting by Mary', the Highlands íhat even the neighbour in the children's apartment, at their house hood of their residence at Ballatrech not far from the Plainstones at Aberdeen, afforded-having been taken by his mo while her lesser sister Helen played with ther through the romantic passes that the doll, and we sat gravely making love, lead to Invercauld, and as far up as the in our way. How the deuce did all this small waterfall, called the Lion of Dee, occur so early ? where could it origi

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nate? I certainly had no sexual ideas It is possible that these rhymes may have for years afterwards ; and yet my misery, been caught up at second hand, and he my love for that girl, were so violent, himself, as will presently be seen, dated that I sometimes doubt if I have ever his ' first dash into poetry,' as he calls been really attached since. Be that as it, a year later; but the anecdote altoit may, hearing of her marriage, several gether, as containing some early dawnyears after, was like a thunder stroke- ings of character, appeared to me worth it nearly choked me-10 the horror of preserving.” my mother and the astonishment and His habits at Harrow School are thus almost incredulity of every body. And described :"Till I was eighteen years it is a phenomeuon in my existence (for old (odd as it may seem) I had never I was not eight years old) which has read a review. But while at Harrow, puzzled, and will puzzle me to the la- my general information was so great on test hour of it; and lately, I know not modern topics, as to induce a suspicion why, the recollection (not the attach- that I could only collect so much informent) has recurred as forcibly as ever. mation from reviews, because I was I wonder if she can have the least re never seen reading, but always idle, and membrance of it or me? or remember in mischief, or at play. The truth is, her pitying sister Helen for not having that I read eating, read in bed, read when an admirer too ? How very pretty is

no one else read, and had read all sorts the perfect image of her in my memory, of reading since I was five years old, her brown, dark hair, and hazel eyes; and had never met with a review, which her very dress! I should be quite grieve is the only reason I know of why I ed to see her now; the reality, however should not have read them. But it is beautiful, would destroy, or at least con- true; for I remember when Hunter and fuse, the features of the lovely Peri Curzon, in 1804, told me this opinion at which then existed in her, and still lives Harrow, I made them laugh by my luin my imagination, at the distance of dicrous astonishment, in asking them, more than sixteen years.

I am now

What is a review ? To be sure, Jhey twenty-five and odd months.

were then less common. • It was about this period,” (1798, more, I was better acquainted with that when his Lordship was in his tenth year) same ; but the first I ever read was in

according to his nurse, May Gray, 1806-7. At school I was (as I have that the first symptom of any tendency said) remarked for the extent and readtowards rhyming shewed itself in him; iness of my general information; but in and the occasion which she represented all other respects idle, capable of great as having given rise to this childish effort sudden exertions (such as thirty or forty was as follows: An elderly lady, who Greek hexameters, of course with such was in the habit of visiting his mother, prosody as it pleased God,) but of few had made use of some expression that continuous drudgeries. My qualities very much affronted him; and these were much more oratorical and martial slights, his nurse said, he generally re

than poetical; and Dr: Drury, my grand sented violently and implacably. The patron (our head master) had a great noold lady had some curious notions re

tion that I should turn out an orator, specting the soul, which, she imagined, from my fluency, my turbulence, mý took its flight to the moon after death, voice, my copiousness of declamation, as a preliminary. essay before it proceed and my action.* I remember that my ed further. One day, after a repetition, first declamation astonished him in some it is supposed, of her original insult to unwonted (for he was economical of the boy, he appeared before his nurse in such) and sudden compliments before the

Well, my little hero,' declaimers at our first rehearsal. My she asked, "what's the matter with you first Harrow verses (that is, English, as now ?. Úpon which the child answered, exercises,) a translation of a chorus from that this old woman had put him in a

the Prometheus of Æschylus, were remost terrible passion, that he could not bear the sight of her,' &c. &c.; and then * “For the display of his declamatory broke out into the following doggerel, powers, on the speech-days, he selected alwhich he repeated over and over, as if ways the most vehement passages,-Buch as delighted with the vent he had found

the speech of Zanga over the body of Alonzo,

and Lear's address to the storm. On one of for his rage :

these public occasions, when it was arranged ! In Nottingham county there lives at Swan that he should take the part of Drances, and

young Peel that of Turnus, Lord Byron sudAs curst an old lady as ever was seen ; denly changed his mind, and preferred the And when she does die, which I hope will be speech of Latinus,-fearing, it was supposed,

some ridicule from the inappropriate taunt of She firmly believes she will go to the moon,' Turgus.

a violent rage.

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ceived by him but coolly. No one had interlined translations, without being the least notion that I should subside struck with the narrow extent of his into poesy. Peel, the orator and states- classical altainments. The most ordinary man ( that was, or is, or is to be'), Greeks words have their English signifi was my form-fellow, and we were both cation scrawled under them,--shewing at the top of our remove (a public school too plainly that he was not sufficiently phrase). We were on good terms, but familiarised with their meaning to trust his brother was my intimate triend. himself without this aid. There were always great hopes of Peel amongst us all, masters and scholars, « But, notwithstanding his backwardand he has not disappointed them. As a ness in the mere verbal scholarship, on scholar he was greatly my superior ; as which so large and precious a portion of a declaimer and actor, I was reckoned at life is wasted, in all that general and least his equal ; as a schoolboy, out of miscellaneous knowledge, which is alone school, I was always in scrapes, and he useful in the world, he was making rapid never ; and in school, he always knew and even wonderful progress. With a his lesson, and I rarely,—but when I mind too inquisitive and excursive to be knew it, I knew it nearly as well. In imprisoned within statutable limits, he general information, history, &c. &c. I flew to subjects that interested his already think I was his superior, as well as of manly tastes, with a zest which it is in most boys of my standing. The prodigy vain to expect that the mere pedantries of of our school days was George Sinclair school could inspire ; and the irregular, (son of Sir John) he made exercises for but ardent, snatches of study which he half the school (literally), verses at will, caught in this way gave to a mind like and themes without it.

his an impulse forwards, which left more He was a friend of mine, and in the same disciplined and plodding competitors far remove, and used at times to beg me to behind. The list, indeed, which he has let him do my exercise,-a request al- left on record of the works, in all deways most readily accorded upon a pinch, partments of literature, which he thus or when I wanted to do something else, hastily and greedily devoured before he which was usually once an hour. On was fifteen years of age, is such as althe other hand, he was pacific, and I most to startie belief, -comprising, as it savage ; so I fought for him, or thrashed does, a range and variety of study, which others for him, or thrashed himself to might make much older · heliuones limake him thrash others, when it was ne brorum' hide their heads." cessary, as a point of honour and sta The following throws some light on the ture, that he should so chastise, or we bard's early attachment for Miss Cha. talked politics,- for he was a great poli- worth. tician, -and were very good friends. “ When at Annesley, his time was I have some of his letters, written to me mostly passed in riding with Miss Chafrom school, still. Clayton was another worth and her cousin, --sitting in idle school-monster of learning, and talent, reverie, as was his custom, pulling at his and hope ; but what has become of him handkerchief, or in firing at a door which I do not know. He was certainly a ge- opens upon the terrace, and which still, I nius. My school friendships were with believe, bears the marks of his shots. But me passions (for I was always violent), his chief delight was in sitting to hear but I do not know that there is one which Miss Chaworth play ;

and the pretty has endured (10 be sure soine have been Welsh air. Mary Anne,' was (partly, of cut short by death) till now. That with course, on account of the name) his espeLord Clare begun one of the earliest and cial favourite. During all this time he lasted longest-being only interrupted had the pain of knowing that the heart of by distance that I know of. I never her he loved was occupied by another ;hear the word 'Clare' without a beating that, as he himself expressed it, of the heart even now, and I write it

• Her sighs were not for him: to her he was with the feelings of 1803-4-5 ad infini Even as a brother-but no more.' tum.

“ The general character which he Neither is it, indeed, probable, had even bore among the masters at Harrow was her affections been disengaged, that Lord that of an idle boy, who would never Byron would, at this time, have been selearn any thing; and, as far as regarded lected as the object of them. A seniority his tasks in school, this reputation was, of two years gives to a girl on the eve of by his own avowal, not ill founded. It womanhood,' an advance into life, with is impossible, indeed, to look through the which the boy keeps no proportionate books which he had then in use, and pace. Miss Chaworth looked upon Byron which are scribbled over with clumsily as a mere schoolboy. He was in his man

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