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tion, may challenge comparison with any effort | My bridal day it shonld have been. Tell none of the tragic muse since the days of her earliest That thou hast been with poor weak Margaret, youth.

Alas! my garland is already withered. Faust is mad with remorse, and to this mad- We'll meet again, but not in dances, love : ness, love, deep and enduring, adds poignancy, The crowd is gathering tumultuously ; but lends method. He demands to see her, and after fruitless attempts on the part of the Down in the chair of blood they fasten me ; deril to deter him from going, they start at

And now, through every neck of all that multitude

Is felt the bitter wound that severs mine. night across a gloomy moor, on those black horses which the genius of Retzch has invested

And now the fiend comes to triumph over with demoniac appearance in every line. They

Faust, and urges him to retire. Margaret is pass a gibbet, around which a hellish crew are

infuriated at the appearance of Mephistopheles : engaged in a brewing and incantations."

Onward they rush “forward” and “faster”

Marg. What shape is that which rises from the "needs must when the Devil drives"--and at

earth? length arrive at the prison where the victim of 'Tis he ! 'tis he! Oh, send him from this place ! love is to become the martyr of law.

What wants he here! Oh, what can bring him here? By the magic of Satan, he enters unobserved Why does he tread on consecrated ground? by the gaolers, and finds her in the dark cell He comes for me! chained to the floor, and mad, mad irretrievably! Faust, Oh, thou shalt live, my love! Faust enters during her piteous song, and

Marg. Upon the judgment-throne of God I call; when she perceives him, her crazed brain On God I call in humble supplication. imagines :

Meph. (to Faust). Come, or I leave thee here to

share her fate. "Woe! woe! They come! they come ! Death,

Marg. Father of Heaven, have mercy on thy child ! bitter death!

Ye angels, holy host, keep watch'around me ! Faustus (in a low voice). Hush ! hush!' 'Tis I who Henry, I am afraid to look at thee. come to rescue thee!

Meph. Come ; she is judged ! Margaret (rolling herself at his feet). Art thou a

Voice (from above).

And saved ! man? have pity on me."

Meph. (to Faust). Hither to me. Faust takes hold of her chains to unlock

(Disappears with Faust). them, when she bursts into prayer for time

Voice (from within, dying away). Henry! Henry! "a little more time!"

And here ends all of Faust which is familiar “Savage, who gave this cruel power to thee ?

to English readers, and in fact to many German It is not more than midnight now : have mercy ! Is it too long a time to wait till morn ?

ones. The second part, or continuatio:, is a And I am still so young, so very young!

poem which has never been looked upon either as And must I die so soon? And I was fair,

a necessary part of the Faust, or as an indispenAnd I was fair, and that was my undoing.

sable sequel. Goethe's Faust, our Faust, the Oh! if my love were here ! but he is gone.

world's Faust, ends with the faint but expressive Torn is my garland ; scattered all its flowers. declaration of the entrance of injured innocence Oh, do not grasp me with such violence !

upon that rest where "the wicked cease from Oh, spare me! Sure I have not injured thee; troubling," and the utter discomfiture of the Let me not weep and pray to thee in vain ! principles, the philosophy, and the machinations Spare me! I never saw thy face before."

of his Satanic Majesty.

Anyone could have dressed up the old story Much time elapses before she recognizes her of “ the Devil and Dr. Faustus” in a poetic lover. At length are described the tumult of garb: one man only has risen who could invest mind which agitates him, and the newly; the fable with truth and the old story with a new awakened, rapturous consciousness with which and unfading interest ; an interest due, we she asks:

think, not to its dramatic effect, nor its versifi“Where is he? Where? I heard my own love's voice!cation, nor yet to its wonderful collocation of Amid the noises and the howls of hell,

deity, angels, demons, men, witches, and brutes, And threats, and taunts, and laughs of devilish scorn, but to its deep philosophy of the human mind; I heard my own love's voice, his loving voice !"

to the consideration of the power and scope of

the human imagination ; to the aspiration and These form a scene which must be read fresh despondency of the human heart; to the suprefrom the author's hand to be fully appreciated, macy of God in nature ; to the fine picture of but which have no small power in the trans. Satanic agency, thwarted by the Omnipotence lation.

which permits it for a season; and perhaps more But reason only totters on its throne, and all than all, to the felicitous manner in which he the efforts of Faust are ineffectual to convey her has catered to the taste, the sensibility, and the away from the prison ;

household superstition of every man and woman,

who has the honour to call him fellow-countryFaustus. Day dawns; oh, hasten hence, my love! my love!

And here we leave our humble offering, until Margaret. Day! yes, 'tis day, the last, the judge the times and the seasons demand a fresher and ment day;

fuller garland from a more skilful hand,

man.

LETTERS, &c., OF LORD

&c., OF LORD BYRON.

Burgage Manor, Aug. 18th, 1804. question)..... I am sorry to say and

For my own part I can send myself do not agree like lamhs in a meadow, nothing to amuse you, excepting a repetition of but I believe it is all my own fault. I am my complaints against my tormentor,* whose rather too fidgetty.

We differ, then disposition seems to increase with age, and to argue, and, to my shame be it spoken, fall out a acquire new force with time. The more I see little; however, after a storm comes a calm. of it the more my dislike to it augments; nor

I am happy enougb, and comfortable can I so utterly conquer the appearance of it, as here. My friends are not numerous, but select; to prevent her from perceiving my opinion; this among them I rank, as the principal, Lord so far from calming the gale, blows it into a who is very amiable, and my particular friend. hurricane, which threatens to destroy every. Do you know the -'s at all? If Lady thing, till, exhausted by its own violence, it is resembles her son she is the most amiable lulled into a sullen torpor, which, after a short woman in Europe. I have plenty of acquaintperiod, is again roused into a fresh and renewed ances, but I reckon them as mere blanks. phrenzy, to me most terrible, anil to every other spectator astonishing . In this society,

Harrow, Nov. 2nd. 1804. and in this instructive and amusing manner

This morning,

I received your affechave I dragged out a weary fortnight, and am tionate letter, and it reached me at a time when condemned to pass another, or three weeks, as

I wanted consolation-not, however, of your happily as the former. No captive negro, or

kind ... No, my sorrows are of a different prisoner of war, ever looked forward to their nature, though more calculated to provoke emancipation with more joy, and with more lin- risibility than excite compassion. You must gering expectation than I do to my escape from know, that I am the most unlucky wight

bondage, and this accursed place. It is the in Harrow-perhaps in Christendom, and am region of dulness itself, and more stupid than no sooner out of one scrape than into another. the banks of Lethe, though it possesses contrary And to-day-this very morning- I had a thunqualities to the river of Oblivion, as the de- dering jobation from our good doctor, which tested scenes I now witness make me regret the deranged my nervous system for at least five happier ones already passed, and wish their minutes. But, notwithstanding he and I nowe restoration. Such, is the happy life I and then disagree, we are very good friends ; now lead-such my amusements. I wander for there is so much of the gentleman;t so much about hating everything I hehold, and if I re- mildness, and nothing of peolantry in his chamained here a few months longer, I should be racter, that I cannot help liking him, and will come, what with my spleen and all uncharitable- remember his instructions with gratitude as ness, a complete misanthrope ; but notwithstand- long as I live. He leaves Harrow soon : àpropos,

80 do I. His quitting will be a considerable

loss to the school. He is the best master we Harrow-on-the-Hill, Oct. 25th, 1804.

ever had, and is at the same time respected and I am glad to hear that anybody feared. Greatly will he be regretted by all who gives a good account of me, but from the know him. You tell me you do not know my quarter you mention I should imagine it was friend, Lord He is considerably younger exaggerated

Love, in my humble opinion, is utter nonsense-a mere jargon of * This friendship was only extinguished with Lord compliments, romance, and deceit. Now, for Byron's life. Its sincerity was afterwards distinmy part, had I fifty mistresses I should, in the guished by a refusal to subscribe to the monument to course of a fortnight, drive them all out of my his memory. head (for as to heart I think it is out of the † The truth of these feelings is confirmed by their

duration. In the notes to the fourth canto of Childe Irreverent and acrimonious as the complaints Harold we find the following tribute of gratitude : contained in these early letters may appear, they

My preceptor (the Rev. Dr. Joseph Drury) claim indulgence from the consideration that the

was the best and worthiest friend I ever possessed,

angry feelings which dictated them ended—where they begun whose warnings I have remembered but too well, - with Lord Byron's boyhood. That the conduct though too late, when I have erred; and whose which called them forth conduced to the gloomy habit counsels I have best followed when I have done well of reflection which became the poison and the poetry and wisely. If this imperfect record of my feelings of the noble writer's mind it is difficult to deny. The towards him should reach his eyes, let it remind him impression was never effaced--the oppression was sel- of one who never thinks of him but with gratitude dom remembered ; and when it was in after-years and veneration-of one who would gladly boast of recollected, it was with respect for the rectitude of in- having been his pupil, if by more closely following his tention, without resentment for the miscalculation of injunctions, he could reflect any honour npon his inthe means.

Istructor.”

ing, &c.

All our

than myself, but the most good-tempered,

When she has occasion to lecture me amiable, clever fellow in the universe-to all (not very seldom you will think, no doubt) she which he adds the quality (a good one in the does not do it in a manner that commands reeyes of women) of being remarkably handsome; spect, and in an impressive style. No: did she almost too much so for a boy. He is at present do that I should amend my faults, with pleavery low in the school; not owing to his want sure, and dread to offend one kind but just; of ability, but to his years. I am nearly at the but she flies into a fit of phrenzy, upbraids me top of it. By the rules of our seminary he is as if I was the greatest wretch in existence; under my power, but he is too good-natured rakes up the ashes of my father, abuses him, ever to offend me, and I like him too well ever says I shall be a true Byron, which is the to exert my authority over him. If ever you worst epithet she can bestow ... Am should meet him, and chance to know him, take I to be trampled upon in this manner? Am I notice of him on my account.

to be goaded with insult, loaded with obloquy, disputes have been lately heightened by my ! and suffer my feelings to be outraged on the own with that object of roy earliest deliberate į most trivial occasions ?

What an exdetestation, Lord - She wish's me to ex- | ample does she show me! I hope in God I plain my reasons for disliking him, which I will shall never follow it! I have not told you all, never do. Could I do it to anyone, be assured nor can I shock you with the repetition of you, would be the first who would know scenes which you may judge of by the sample I ibem. She also insists on my being reconciled have given you, and which, to all but you, are to bim ... He called once during my last buried in oblivion-would they were so in my vacation. She threatened, stormed, begged mo rin?! I ain afraid they never will be ... to make it up; he himself bored me, and Am I to be eternally subjected to her caprice? wished it, but my reason was so excellent that I hope not. A few short years will emancipate neither had effect; nor would I speak or stay in me from the shackles I now bear

It the room, or re-enter it, till he took his de- ( is her duty to impress precepts of obedience, but parture. No doubt this appears odd; but were her method is so violent and capricious that my reason kdown (which it never will be if I the patience of Job, the versatility of a member can help it), I should be considered justified in of the House of Commons could not support my conduct. Now if I am to be tormented by it. I revere Dr. Drury more than I do her, her and him in this style, I cannot submit to it. yet he is never violent, never outrageous. I You, —, are the only relation I have who dread offending him, not, however, through fear, treats me as a friend : if you, too, desert me, I but the respect I bear him makes me unhappy have nobody I can love but If it was not under his displeasure.* Her precepts never for his saké Harrow would be a desert, and I convey instruction to my mind; to be sure should dislike staying at it. You desire me to they are calculated to inculcate obedience-50 burn your epistles : indeed I cannot do that; are chains and tortures; but though they may but I will take care they shall be invisible. If restrain for a time, the mind revolts from such you burn any of mine I shall be monstrous angry. treatment-not that Mrs. - ever injnres my Take care of them till we meet.

sacred person. I am rather too old for that; self are in a manner connected, for one of our but her words are of that rough texture which forefathers, in Charles the First's time, married offends much more than personal ill-usage. into their family. H-, whom you inquire A talkative woman is like an adder's tongue. after, is on very good terms with me-nothing ---so says one of the prophets, but which I can't more. He is of a soft, milky disposition, and tell, and very likely you don't wish to know; of a happy apathy of temper, which defies the but he was a true one whoever he was softer emotions, and is insensible of ill-treatment. So much for him. I should like to know your

Harrow-on-the-Hill, Nov. 21st, 1804. Lady

-, as you and she are such good This morning I received your by no means friends.

unwelcome epistle, and, thinking it demands an

immediate answer, once more take up my pen Harrow, Saturday, Nov. 4th, 1804. to employ it in your service .. To Lord I thought, -, that your opinion of

make my warmest acknowledgments. I would coincide with mine: her temper is 80 feel more gratitude than my feelings can well variable and, when inflamed, so furious that I express. I am truly obliged to him for his endread our meeting; not but I dare say I am deavours on my behalf, and am perfectly satistroublesome enough, but I always endeavour fied with your explanation of his reserve, though to be as little so as possible. She is so strenu- I was hitherto afraid it might proceed from ous and so tormenting in her entreaties with personal dislike. I have some idea I leave regard to my reconciliation with that detestable Lord that I suppose

She has * While the reader is again called upon to admire an excellent opinion of her personal attractions a pleasing eulogy on Dr. Drury, he will probably -sinks her age a good six years ... but regret the juxtaposition of opposite sentiments to vanity is the weakness of your sex, and these

which it owes much of its beauty. The objectionable are mere foibles that I have related to you, and passages would have been entirely omitted could they provided she never molested me, I should look have been wholly condensed, both in this and in other

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Harrow these holidays. The Doctor, whose Cheer, by your aid the victims of distress, character I gave you in my last, leaves the struggling with fate, in utter wretchedness, Mastership at Easter; who his successor may Pining with want, in squalid hut or shed, be I know not, but he will not be a better I am Without wherewith to gain their daily bread: confident. She does not trouble me much And timely bounty fail not to impart, with epistolatory communications. When Make glad the widowed and the orphaned heart. I do receive them they are very concise and oh! learn to value and to merit here very much to the point; however I will do her The widow's blessing, and the orphan's tear ; the justice to say that she behaves, or, rather, The father, husband, and devoted wife,

Whose thousand ills embitter human life; means well

, and is in some respects very kind, Assuage their wants, or soothe the hour of death, though her manners are not the most concili- That they may bless ye with life's falt’ring breath. atory

I again request you will return my sincere thanks to Lord and for the May in your hearts this sacred precept live! future I shall consider him more my friend than Freely ye have received, as freely give; I have hitherto been taught to think. I have Twice bless’d that aid which charity confers more reasons than one to wish to avoid going to On friendless, homeless, houseless wanderers, Notts, for there I should be obliged to associ- “It blesscth him that gives, and him that takes :" ate with Lord ----, whom I detest, his manners Oh, then, for such—for such poor suppliants' sakes, being unlike those of a gentleman, and the in- Now grant relief--now aid, with willing hand, formation to be derived from him but little, ex- The helpless destitution of the land: cept about shooting, to which I do not intend Bestow your bounty with the hand’lis given, to devote life; besides, I have a particular mo.

Die honour'd here--live recompens'd in heaven.

Ashford. tive for not liking him

FREDERICK RULE. ei. 6, Chancery-lane, Jan. 30th, 1805. I have delayed writing to you so long, from ignorance of your residence, not knowing whether you graced

THE TRIAL. presence

I have contrived to pass the holidays with Mr. and Mrs. to whom I

The embers on the hearth were dead, am greatly obliged for their hospitality

The lamp was almost gone; You are now within a few days' journey of

And in the room If you wish your spirits raised, or, rather, roused,

The sombre gloom I recommend you to pass a week or two with

Of midnight floated down : her.

The darkness of death and of midnight

Commingled into one!
A WORD IN SEASON.

Three maidens watched beside the dead

Three maidens young and fair ; Oh! grant relief-to ye the power is given,

Two to weep,
On whom earth's blessings have been shower'd by

And one asleep
Heaven ;

Within the easy-chair :
To ye, who misery only know by name,

'Twould turn the brain of an anchorite, And health, content, and affluence can claim,

Their beauty was so rare !
The voice of poverty, with piercing cry,
Appeals, and humbly sues for charity.

At early dawn so cold and grey,
Can ye behold unmov'd the suffering poor,

The sleeping beauty rose; And drive pale want and famine from your door,

From off the head Yet think all-seeing Heaven will bless your store ?

Of the stately dead Ye who possess all—all your soul's desire,

She listed the burial clothes : Much hath been given--much will God require;

« Ilad his life but lasted another year, It is His edict, His divine command,

I might have wept its close.”
That ye shall clothe the naked of the land-
Take to your hearts the stranger in his need-
Visit the sick, and those "an hunger'd” feed;

The second beauty dried her eyes;
What a dread sentence, what a fearful lot

Up flashed her soul of pride : Will be their portion, this command forgot!

*« His hand was mine, Depart, ye wicked, for I know ye not;

His heart was mine, Ye sent the hungry empty from your door

I would he had not died ! Denied a covering to the naked poor

Had his life but lasted another day,
The sick, the imprison’d, came ye not to see;

I would have been his bride !"
Ye did it not to these, nor unto me.
Dives, on earth, enjoy'd his sumptuous state,

The other maiden bowed her head
Unmindful of the beggar at his gate;

To the dear form beneath; Learn from his fate, hereafter, to avoid

Her bosom pressed The sentence pass'd on riches misemployed.

Upon his breast

A kiss at every breath : Such doom avert-your liberal alms bestow

Lo! life flows back to the wasted frame! Relieve the needy-seek the house of woe

And true love conquers death!

THE MIDNIGHT WATCH.

BY A DETECTIVE OFFICER,

I don't think that I was ever out in a hotter we will say, with the sun burning up every blade day in Australia than the one of which I am of grass dry and brown, and pouring down now about to write. The sun had been pouring upon your miserable head; or on a lonely down streams of fiery light, that made me thank track, where only now and then a tree comes my stars that I was not in “Force” uniform, aggravatingly near the road to make you wish though, as it was, the heat burning through the for shade, if it were but for one moment; I say tweed coat upon my back made me feel as if it aggravatingly, for I think that, with respect to was cast-iron, and riveted upon my body. My shade, those same eucalypti are the most aggrapoor mare felt the fatigue and almost insuf- vating trees in the universe. Fortunately I was ferable heat quite as much as I did, I dare in no hurry on that particular day. I was resay; while the flies, those tormenting nuisances turning from the successful accomplishment of of bush life, nearly drove both him and me a troublesome piece of police business, and was mad.

only anxious to get to my destination for the Very beautiful in early morning is the green night, and over the seemingly interminable day scattered “bush” of Australia. A thousand of heat I had just past through; but had I beauties may be freshly discovered, as it were, been upon the most urgent business in the at every fresh mile of travel. In one spot, world, it would have been next to impossible grand, crooked old leaves lean caressingly over for my poor horse to have galloped many miles some tortuous and glistening creek, or stand at a stretch, with the thermometer standing so sentinel over their own reflections in the placid high as it did that day. water. Early birds call to each other from Poor Vino! I fancy I see her now, as we scented golden wattles, or wash themselves in neared the lonely bush inn, where she was as the shadows of the old gum-trees upon the edge certain as I was myself of rest and refreshof the creek. If it is the season for the stately ment. She was a glossy bright bay, strongly magpie, he utters those delicious gurgles of built, and yet a half-blood; and although she music, that cannot be compared with the notes bore no broad arrow painted on her silky coat, of any other bird in the wide world, or stalks she had been in the Force many years.

She proudly over the grassy slopes, as if he really was a detective's animal, and I had ridden her believed he and his were the "monarchs of all for most of the three years during which I had they surveyed."

seen colonial service. I do believe she was alLater in the day, too, when the thermometer most as good as a detective, as I was myself; stands no higher than 103 or 104 or so, one may and I am not ashamed to own that her sagacity yet enjoy a ride through the glades of our east- and instinct--whatever you may choose to call ern forest. The screams of the cockatoos are it-gave me many a hint, of which I never discordant, no doubt, but how enjoyable it is found it to my disadvantage to avail myself. to catch a glimpse of them hovering over some The sun then was just dipping below the tall tree or resting upon a bough, with out tops of the trees as Vino pricked up her ears spread wing, swaying themselves to and fro in with a glad whinny, and I perceived, away the very enjoyment of pure life! Cawing crows through the heavy bush that was thickly scatare nasty things, too, and suggestive of some- tered upon the grassy plain over which we thing that one doesn't at all want to come in passed. the loug, weather-boarded “ Wallaby contact with ; nevertheless, their feathers are Hotel," which was my destination for the night. 80 glossy and black, and the clear blue sky, un- I had been there before, but in such a different flecked by a single cloud, throws their wings guise, that I had no fear of mine host recognizing out into such bold relief above the green tree- me; nor did I much care though he should, tops, that one cannot but try to forget their save that the usual caution of a detective officer disagreeable habits, and admire them as a part made me prefer secrecy, with a view to some of every Australian bush scene.

possible future contingency. Well, I cannot be sure that you

will exactly As we neared the botel I perceived a bullockknow what I am driving at, but I am coming dray approaching it from an opposite direction to the point. After assuring you that I admire to that in which I myself travelled, and just as I and enjoy the beauty of bush scenery as much drew up at the door, the team also came to a as any one, when it ia really admirable and en- halt in front of it; while the driver, leisurely joyable, I defy any man living to picture to tumbling himself off the empty dray, proceeded himself or to endure a more detestable ordeal into the bar, one might guess for the purpose of than a ride through that same beautiful bush obtaining a nobbler. All this was very natural scenery on the sort of day when my story and there was nothing whatever suspicious commences. Over a long broad, treeless plain, I about it; but as this man passed Vino, from

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