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Who ne'er unlocks with silver key!
No borrow'd grace of action must be seen
The slightest motion would displease the Dean;" May such a friend be far from me,
Whilst every staring graduate would prato
Against what he could never imitate.
The man who hopes t'obtain the promised cup
Must in one posture stand, and ne'er look up; THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY A COLLEGE Nor stop, but rattle over every word-EXAMINATION.
No matter what, so it can not be heard.
Thus let him hurry on, nor think to rest : fligh in the midst, surrounded by his peers,
Who speaks the fastest 's sure to speak the best; MLAGxris his ample front sublime uprears :
Who utters most within the shortest space
May safely hope to win the wordy race.
The sons of science these, who, thus repaid,
Where on Cam's sedgy bank supine they lio Cnskill'd to plod in mathematic rules.
Unknown, unhonor'd live, unwept for die :
Dull as the pictures which adorn their halls, Happy the youth in Euclid's axioms tried,
They think all learning fix'd within their walls : Though little versed in any art beside;
In manners rude, in foolish forms precise, Who, scarceiy skill'd an English line to pen,
All modern arts affecting to despise ; Scans Attic metres with a critic's ken.
Yet prizing Bentley's, Bruvck's, or Porson'sø note, What, though he knows not how his fathers bled, More than the verse on which the critic wrote: When civil discord piled the fields with dead,
Vain as their honors, heavy as their ale, When Edward bade his conquering bands advance, Sad as their wit, and tedious as their tale ; Or Henry trampled on the crest of France:
To friendship dead, though not untanght to feel Though marvelling at the name of Magna Charta, When Self and Church demand a bigot zeal. Yet well he recollects the law of Sparta ;
With eager haste they court the lord of power, Can tell what edicts sage Lycurgus made,
Whether 'tis Pitt or Petty rules the hour ; While Blackstone 's on the shelf neglected laid ; To him, with suppliant smiles, they bend the head, Of Grecian dramas yaunts the deathless fame,
While distant mitres to their eyes are spread. Of Avon's bard remembering scarce the name.
But should a storm o'erwhelm him with disgrace,
They'd fly to seek the next who fill'd his place. Such is the youth whose scientific pate
Such are the men who learning's treasures guard! Clas-honors, medals, fellowships, await;
Such is their practice, such is their reward! Or even, perhaps, the declamation prize,
This much, at least, we may presume to sayIf to such glorious height he lifts his eyes.
The premium can't exceed the price they pay. But lo! no common orator can hope
1806. The envied silver cup within his scope. Not that our heads much eloquence require,
TO A BEAUTIFUL QUAKER.
Sweet girl! though only once we met,
That meeting I shall ne'er forget ;
And though we ne'er may meet again,
I would not say, “I love," but still
My senses struggle with my will :
The original is « Καθαράν ανοίξαντι κλήδα φρενών,” lite *[In most colleges, the fellow who superintends the rally," disclosing the bright key of the mind.”
chapel service is called Dean.) ? No reflection is here intended against the person men The present Greek professor of Trinity College, Camtipted under the name of Magnus. He is merely represent- bridge; a man whose powers of mind and writings may, las performing an unavoidable function of his office. Indeed, such an ateinpt could only recoil upon himself; as
perhaps, justify their preference. [In a letter written in
1818, Lord Byron says : -" I remember to have seen Porson luat gentleman is now as much distinguished by his elo
at Cambridge, in the hall of our college, and in private parquence, and the dignified propriety with which he fills his
ties; and I never can recollect hiin except as drunk or brusituation, as he wits in his younger days for wit and conFialty -[Dr. William Mánsel was, in 1790, appointed to
tal, and generally both : I mean in an evening; for in the
hall, he dined at the Dean's table, and I at the Vicemaster's; the hear'ship of Trinity College, by Mr. Pitt. While a bachelor of arts, he distinguished himself as the author of
-and he then and there appeared sober in his demeanor ;
but I have seen him, in a private party of under-graduates, Several jour d'esprit. Dr. Joweit, of Trinity Hall, having amused both himself and the public, by a pretty little fairy
take up a poker to them, and heard him use language as Ferden, with narrow gravel walks, besprinkled with shells
blackguard as his action of all the disgusting brutes,
sulky, abusive, and intolerable, Porson was the most bestial, and pellacid pebbles, and enclosed by a Chinese railing, as far as the few times I saw him went. lle was tolerated Dr. Slansel wrote the following lines thereon :
in this state amongst the young men for his talents; as the " A little gurden, little Jowett made,
Turks think a madman inspired, and bear with him. le And fenced it with a little palisade;
used to recite, or rather vomit, pages of all languages, and If you would know the taste of little Jowett, could hiccup Greek like a Helot: and certainly Sparta This little garden won't a little show it."
never shocked her children with a grosser exhibition than He was indebted to the influence of his pupil, the late Mr. this man's intoxication."] Perceval, for his subsequent promotion, in 1808, to the see of Bristol. He is supposed to have materially assisted in
6 Since this was written, Lord Henry Petty has lost his the " Pursuits of Literature." His lordship died at Trinity
place, and subsequently (I had almost said consequently) the honor of representing the University. A fact so glaring requires no comment. [Lord Henry Petty is now (1636) Marquess of Lansdowne.j
Loige, in June, 1820.)
Endears it to my memory ever;
And blushes modest as the giver."
Some, who can sneer at friendship's ties,
Have, for my weakness, oft reproved me; Yet still the simple gist I prize,
For I am sure the giver loved me.
He offer'd it with downcast look,
As fearful that I might refuse it ;
My only fear should be to lose it.
In vain, to drive thee from my breast,
This pledge attentively I view'd,
And sparkling as I held it near,
And ever since I've loved a tear
Still, to adorn his humble youth,
Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield; But he who secks the flowers of truth,
Must quit the garden for the field.
'Tis not the plant upreard in sloth,
Which beauty shows, and sheds perfume ; The flowers which yield the most of both
In Nature's wild luxuriance bloom.
Had Fortune aided Nature's care,
For once forgetting to be blind,
If well proportion'd to his mind.
But had the goddess clearly seen,
His form had fix'd her fickle breast;
And none remain`d to give thee rest.
Alas! again no more we meet,
AN OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE,
WHEEL OF FORTUNE" AT A PRIVATE THEATRE
1 [These verses were written at Harrowgate, in Aug. 1806.) time has elapsed since we met, as it was the only memorial ? (The cornelian of these verses was given to Lord Byron
I possessed of that person, (in whom I was very much it by the Cambridge chorister, Eddlestone, whose musical
terested,) it has acquired a value by this erent I could have talents first introduced him to the young poet's acquaint
wished it never to have borne in iny eyes. If, therefore. ance, and for whom he appears to have entertained, subse.
Miss Pigot should have preserved it, I must, under these quently, a sentiment of the most romantic friendship.]
circumstances, beg her to excuse my requesting li to be
transmitted to me, and I will replace it by something she 3 [In a letter to Miss Pigot, of Southwell, written in June, may remember me by equally well. As she was always so 1807, Lord Byron thus describes Eddlestone :-" He is ex kind as 10 feel interested in the fate of him who formed the actly to an hour two years younger than myself, nearly my subject of our conversation, you may tell her that the gires height, very thin, very fair complexion, dark eyes, and light of that cornelian died in May last, of a consumption, at he locks. My opinion of his mind you already know; I hope age of twenty-one,--making the sixth, within four months. I shall never have occasion to change it." Eddlestone, on of friends and relations that I have lost between May and leaving his choir, entered into a mercantile house in the the end of August."- The cornelian heart was returned armetropolis, and died of a consumption, in 1811. On hearing cordingly; and, indeed, Miss Pigin remindeu Lord Byrun. of his death, Lord Byron thus wrote to the mother of his that he had left it with her as a deposite, not a gift. II fair correspondent :-* I am about to write to you on a silly now in the possession of the Hon. Mrs. Leigl.) subject, and yet I cannot well do otherwise. You may re 4 ["* When I was a youth, I was reckoned a good actor member a cornelian, which some years ago I consigned to Besides Harrow speeches, in which I shone. I enacted Pet
Pigot, indeed gave to her, an now I am about to make ruddock, in the Wheel of Fortune,' and Tristram the most selfish and rude of requests. The person who gave in the farce of The Weathercock,' for three nights in it to me, when I was very young, is dead, and though a long sone private theatricals at Southwell, in 1806, with great
He sunk, an Atlas bending 'neath the weight
Since taste has now expunged licentious wit,
Pectore te, pia Nympha, sensit.”- Gray. When Friendship or Love our sympathies move,
When Truth in a glance should appear, The lips may beguilo with a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection 's a Tear.
Too oft is a smile but the hypocrite's wile,
To mask detestation or fear; Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling oyo
Is dimm'd for a time with a Tear.
The soldier braves death for a fanciful wreath
In Glory's romantic career; But he raises the foe when in battle laid low,
And bathes every wound with a Tear.
On factious viper! whose envenom'd tooth
If with high-bounding pride he return to his bride,
Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear, All his toils are repaid when, embracing the maid,
From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.
Sweet scene of my youth ! seat of Friendship and
Where love chased each fast-fleeting year, (Truth, Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd, for a last look I turn'd,
But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear.
whence."-- Byron Dary, 1921.)
. The occasional prologue for our volunteer play reached Mansfield he had completed his task,-interrupting, mas also of my composition. The other performers were only once, his rhyming revery, to ask the proper pronunciawhile went off with great effect upon our good-natured exclaiming, “Ay, that will do for rhyrne to "ne. The
epilogue, which was from the pen of ihe Rev. Mr. Becher, [Thus prologue was written by the young poet, between
was delivered by Lord Byron.] Sages, on his way from Harrowgate. On getting into the ? (The “illiberal impromptu" appeared in the Morning parrage a: Chesterfield, he said to his companion, ** Now, Post, and Lord Byron's “reply” in the Morning Chronicle. Pizai, I'll spin a prologue for our play;" and before they 3 Harrow.
Though my vows I can pour to my Mary no more,
TO THE SIGHING STREPHON. My Mary to Love once so dear; In the shade of her bower I remember the hour Your pardon, my friend, if my rhymes did offend, She rewarded those vows with a Tear.
Your pardon a thousand times o'er :
From friendship I strove your pangs to remove, By another possess'd, may she live ever bless a !
But I swear I will do so no more. Her name still my heart must revere : With a sigh I resigu what I once thonght was mine, Since your beautiful maid your flame has repaid, And forgive her deceit with a Tear.
No more I your folly regret;
She's now most divine, and I bow at the shrine
Of this quickly reformed coquette.
Yet still, I must own, I should never have known May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.
From your verses, what else she deserved;
As your fair was so devilish reserved.
Since the balm-breathing kiss of this magical miss
Can such wonderful transports produce; May no marble bestow the splendor of wo,
Since the world you forget, when your lips once bave Which the children of vanity rear;
My counsel will get but abuse.
You say, when “ I rove, I know nothing of love;"
If I rightly remember, I've loved a good number,
Yet there's pleasure, at least, in a change. REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF J. M. B. I will not advance, by the rules of romance, PIGOT, ESQ., ON THE CRUELTY OF HIS
To humor a whimsical fair; MISTRESS.
Though a smile may delight, yet a frown won't afright, Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain,
Or drive me to dreadful despair.
While my blood is thus warm I ne'er shall reforn, Will never obtain a coquette.
To mix in the Platonists' school;
Of this I am sure, was my passion so pure,
Thy mistress would think me a fool.
And if I should shun every woman for one,
Whose image must fill my whole breast
Whom I must prefer, and sigh but for her-
What an insult 'twould be to the rest!
Now, Strephon, good-by ; I cannot deny
Your passion appears most absurd;
Such love as you plead is pure love indeed,
For it only consists in the word.
ELIZA, what fools are the Mussulman sect,
Who to woman deny the soul's future existence; And laugh at the little coquette.
Could they see thee, Eliza, they'd own their deiect,
And this doctrine would ineet with a general For me, I adore some twenty or more,
resistance. And love them most dearly ; but yet, Though my heart they inthral, l'a abandon them all, Had their prophet possess'd half an atom of sense, Did they act like your blooming coquette.
He ne'er would have women from paradise driven;
Instead of his houris, a flimsy pretence, No longer repine, adopt this design,
With women alone he had peopled his heaven And break through her slight-woven net;
Yet still, to increase your calamities more,
Not content with depriving your bodies of spirit,
He allots one poor husband to share amongst foar! Then quit her, my friend! your bosom defend,
With souls you'd dispense; but this last wbo could
1 [ Miss Elizabeth Pigot, of Southwell, to whom svetu October 27th, 1806. of Lord Byron's earliesi letters were addressexin
His religion to please neither party is made ;
On husbands tis hard, to the wives most uncivil; Still I can't contradict, what so oft has been said, ** Though women are angels, yet wedlock’s the
Years have rollid on, Loch na Garr, since I left you,
Years must elapse ere I tread you again:
Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain.
To one who has roved o'er the mountains afar:
The steep frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr !
LACHIN Y GAIR.'
la you let the minions of luxury rove;
Thongh still they are sacred to freedom and love : Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,
Round their white summits though elements war; Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing foun
tains, I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr.
Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wanderd ;
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid; On chieftains long perish'd my memory ponder'd,
As daily I strode through the pine-cover'd glade.
Gare place to the rays of the bright polar star;
Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr.
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Thy votive train of girls and boys ;
I break the fetters of my youth ;
But leave thy realms for those of Truth.
Which haunt the unsuspicious soul,
Whose eyes through rays immortal roll;
And all assume a varied hue;
And even woman's smiles are true.
And from thy hall of clouds descend
A Pylades' in every friend ?
To mingling bands of fairy elves;
And friends have feeling for-themselves !
Repentant, now thy reign is o'er:
No more on fancied pinions soar.
And think that eye to truth was dear;
And melt beneath a wanton's tear!
* Shades of the dead! have I not heard your voices
Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale ?" Sarely the soul of the hero rejoices,
And rides on the wind, o'er his own Highland vale.
Winter presides in his cold icy car:
They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr.
* Ill-starr'd," though brave, did no visions foreboding
Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause ?" Ah! were you destined to die at Culloden,"
Victory crown'd not your fall with applause : Sul were you happy in death's earthy slumber,
You rest with your clan in the caves of Braemar;' The pibroch resounds, to the piper's loud number,
Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr.
Lechia y Gair, or, as it is pronounced in the Erse, Loch "He who first met the Highlands' swelling blue e Gort, towers proudly pre-eminent in the Northern High Will love each peak that shows a kindred hue, lamis, near Invercauld. One of our modern tourists men Hail in each crag a friend's familiar face, tons it as the highest mountain, perhaps, in Great Britain. And clasp the mountain in his mind's embrace. Be this as it may, it is certainly one of the most sublime Long have I roam'd through lands which are not mine, kod partire que amongst our “Caledonian Alps." Its ap Adored the Alp, and loved the Apennine, parance is of a dusky hue, but the summit is the seat of Revered Parnassus, and beheld the steep eterial snows. Near Lachin y Gair I spent some of the Jove's Ida and Olympus crown the deep : farly part of my life, the recollection of which has given But 'was not all long ages' lore, nor all birth to these sianzas.
Their nature held me in their thrilling thrall;
The infant rapture still survived the boy, • ? This kord is erroneously pronounced plad: the proper
And Loch na Garr with Ida look'd o'er Troy, pronunciation (according to the Scotch) is shown by the
Mix'd Celtic memories with the Phrygian mount, pribography.
And Highland linns with Castalie's clear fount." "Tallade here to my maternal ancestors, “the Gordons," “When very young," (he adds in a note,) “ about right rany of whom fought for the unfortunate Prince Charles, years of age, after an attack of the scarlet fever at Aberdeen, better known by the name of the Pretender. This branch I was removed, by medical advice, into the Highlands, and was nearly allied by blood, as well as attachment, to the
from this period I date my love of mountainous countries. Stuans George, the second Earl of Huntley, married the I can never forget the effect, a few years afterwards, in EngProcess Annabella Stuart, daughter of James the First of land, of the only thing I had long seen, even in miniature, Betland. By her he left four sons: the third, Sir William of a mountain, in the Malvern Hills. After I returned to Gondoo, I have the honor to claim as one of my progenitors. Cheltenham, I used to watch them every afternoon, at sun. * Whether any perished in the battle of Culloden, I am
set, with a sensation which I cannot describe."] Tot certain; but, as many fell in the insurrection, I have 7 It is hardly necessary to add, that Pylades was the comused the name of the principal action,"
panion of Orestes, and a partner in one of those friendships * A tract of the Highlands so called. There is also a Castle
which, with those of Achilles and Patroclus, Nisus and EuBraemar.
ryalus, Damon and Pythias, have been handed down to pos
terity as remarkable instances of attachments, which in all (lo “ The Island," a poem written a year or two before probability never existed beyond the imagination of the Lord Byron's death, we have these lines
poet, or the page of an historian, or modern novelist.
pars pro toto."