MISS CHAWORTH.

ing facts of his boyhood
are his extensive reading,
his love affairs, and his in-
heritance of a title and
estate. The list of books
he had read before he was
nineteen includes enormous
amounts of history, biog-
raphy, philosophy, theol-
ogy, oratory, fiction; and
poetry without limit. Of
the love affairs the most
serious was with Mary
Anne Chaworth, heiress
of the estate adjoining
"of all that

Byron's. She was the beau ideal," said he,
my youthful fancy could paint of beautiful; " but she re-
turned neither the admiration nor the affection. Though
grieved at the time, he said later in life that her perfection
he "created in her, . . . for I found her anything but angelic."
At the age of ten he succeeded his great-uncle as "Lord"
Byron and heir of Newstead Abbey.

Education School gave From Harro

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knew better: "These reviewers put me out of patience. The young man will do something, if he goes on as he has begun."

First Satire. -The young man went on next year by returning the thrashing. In English Bards and Scotch Reviewers he not only came back at his critic, but included in a scathing satire most of the distinguished men of letters of the day. Wordsworth is represented as

"Convincing all, by demonstration plain,
Poetic souls delight in prose insane."

Jeffrey, editor of the Edinburgh Review, is compared to the savage judge of James the Second's "Star Chamber:

"In soul so like, so merciful, yet just,

Some think that Satan has resigned his trust,
And given the spirit to the world again,
To sentence letters, as he sentenced men."

He realized his error, and a few years later made a public
apology. "This satire," he says, "was written when I was
very young and very angry, and fully bent on displaying my
wrath and my wit; and now I am haunted by the ghosts of
my wholesale assertions."

"Childe Harold." In February, 1812, the first two cantos of Childe Harold appeared. Its instantaneous success is recorded in a well-known sentence of the author: "I awoke one morning and found myself famous." Seven editions were sold in four weeks; he was lauded and flattered by men and women prominent in all walks of life. Nothing could better illustrate the spirit of the age. Childe Harold is a rambling, disconnected series of magnificent pictures of foreign lands and peoples; and the novelty of such matter in verse caught the public taste at once. It was, moreover,