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poetical than a log in a lugli wind? The bog is all place bim? with Dante and the others? No: but, as I have nature, the ship is all art, « coarse canvas,» « blue before said, the poet who executes best is the bighesi, bunting," and «tall poles;» both are violently acted / whatever bis department, 'and will ever be so rated in rpon by the wind, iossed here and there, lo and fro;, the world's esteem. and yet nothing but excess of hunger could make me Had Gray written nothing but his Elegy, high as he Jook
upon the pig as the more poetical of the two, and stands, I am not sure that he would not stand higher; then ouly in the shape of a griskin.
it is the corner-stone of his glory; without it, his odes Mr liowles tell us that the poetry of an aqueduct would be insufficient for his fame. The depreciation consists in the water which it conveys? Let him look of Pope is partly founded upon a false idea of the on that of Justinian, on those of Rome, Constantinople, | dignity of his order of poetry, to which he has partly Lisbon, and Elvas, or even at the remains of that in contributed by Unc ingenuous boast, Alica. We are asked, « what makes the venerable towers of
That not in faner's maze he wander'd long.
But stoop'id to truth, and moralised bis song. Westminster Abbey more poetical, as objects, than the lower for the manufactory of patent shot, surrounded by He should have written « rose to truth.» In my mind clic saine scenery?» I will answer the architecture. the bighest of all poetry is ethical poetry, as the highTurn Westminster Abbey, or Saint Paul's, into a powder est of all carthly objects must be moral truth. Religion magazine, their poetry, as objects, remains the same; does not make a part of my subject; it is something thie Parthenon was actually couverted into one by the beyond buman powers, and has failed in all human Turks, during Morosini's Venetian siege, and part of it hands except Milton's and Danie's, and even Daote's destroyed in consequence. Cromwell's dragoons stalled powers are involved in bis delineation of liuman pastheir steeds in Worcester cathedral; was it less poetical, / sions, though in supernatural circumstances. What as an object, than before? Ask a foreigner on his ap- made Socrates the greatest of men? His moral truthproaclı to London, what strikes him as the most poetical lois ethics. What proved Jesus Christ the Son of God of the towers before luim; he will point out St Paul's and hardly less than his miracles? His moral precrpis. Westminster Abbey, without, perhaps, koowing the Avd if cthies have made a philosopher the first of men names or associations of cither, and pass over the« tower and have not been disdained as an adjunct to his gospel for patent shot,» hot that, for any thing he knows to by the Deity liimself, are we to be told that ethical the contrary, it might not be the mausoleum of a mo. poetry, or didactic poetry, or by whatever pame you narchi, or a Waterloo columı), or a Trafalgar monu- term it, whose object is to make men better and wiser, ment, but because its arcbitecture is obviously inferior. is not the very first oriler of poetry; and are we to be
To the question, « whether the description of a game told this too by one of the priesthood? It requires of cards be as poctical, supposing the execution of the more mind, more wisdom, more power, than
the artists equal, as a description of a walk in a forest?» « forests» that ever were a walked» for their « descripit may be answered, that the materials are certainly tion, and all the epies that ever were founded upon not equal; but that the artist, » who has reudered fields of battle. The Georgies are indisputably, and, the « game of cards poetical,» is by far the greater of I believe, undisputedly, even a finer poem than the
But all this « ordering» of poets is purely ar- Eneid. Virgil kucw this; he did not order them to be bitrary on the part of Mr Bowles. There may or may burnt. not be, in fact, different « orders» of poetry, but the
The proper study of mankind is man. poet is always ranked arcording to his execution, and not according to his branclı of the art.
It is the fashion of the day to day great stress upon Tragedy is one of the highest presumed orders. Ilughes what they call «imaginations and « invention,» the iwo has written a trageily, and a very successful one; commonest of qualities: an irish peasant, with a little Fenton another; and Pope none. Did any man, low-whiskey in lois bicad, will imagine and invent more ever, — will even Mr Boules, himself rank Huishes and than would furni-li foril a modern poem. If Lucretius Fenton as poets above Pope? Was even arddison the lead not been spoiled by the Epicurean system, we author of Cato), or Rowe one of the higher order of should have had a far superior poem to any now in dramatists, as far as success goes, or Youny, or even existence. As mere poetry, it is the first of Latin Otway and Southerne, ever raised for a moment to the poems.
What then las ruined it! llis ethics. Pope same rank with Pope in the estimation of the reader has not this defect; his moral is as pure as his poetry or the critic, before his death, or since? If Mr Bowles will is glorious. In speaking of artisicial objects, I have contend for classifications of this kind, let him recollect omitted to touch upon one which I will now mention. that descriptive poetry has been ranked as among the Cannon may be prrsumed in be as highly poetical as lowest branches of the art, and description a
art can make laer oljeres. Mr Bowles will, perhaps, mament, but which should never form the subject» of tell me that this is because they resemble that grand a porm. The Talians, with the most poctical language, natural article of sound in heaven, and simile upon and the most fastidious taste in Europe, possess now five carth-thunder. I shull be told triumphantly, that great poets, they say, Dante, Petrarch, Ariosto, Tasso, Hiltou made sad work with his artillery, when he armed and lastly theri; and whom do they esteem one of the bis devil; thicrewithal. lle did so; and this artificial highest of these, and some of them the very bigliese object must have had much of the sublime to attract Petrarch, the sonneteer : it is true that soine of his his attention for such a contlict. lle has made an Canzoni are not less esteemed, but not more; wlio c'er absurd use of it; but the absurdity consists not in dreams of his Latin Africa!
ning cannon against the angels of God, but any Were Petrarcli to be ranked according to the « order» maierial weapon.
The thunder of the clouds would of liis compositions, where would the best of sonders mave been as ridiculous and vain in the hands of the
as a mere or
devils, as the «villanous saltpetre:» the angels were as tation of Milton's style, as burlesque as the « Splendid impervious to the one as to the other. The thunder- Shilling. These two writers (for Cowper is no poet) bolts became sublime in the bands of the Almighty, come into comparison in one great work—the transnot as such, but because he deigns to use them as a means lation of Homer. Now, with all the great, and maniof repelling the rebel spirits ; but no one can attribute fest, and manifold, and reproved, and acknowledged, their defeat to this grand piece of natural electricity: and uncontroverted faults of Pope's translation, and the Almighty willed, and they fell; his word would have all the scholarship, and pains, and time, and trouble, been enough; and Milton is as absurd (and in fact, and blank verse of the other, who can ever read Cowper? blasphemous) in putting material lightnings into the and who will ever lay down Pope, unless for the hands of the Godhead, as in giving him hands at all. original ? Pope's was « not Homer, it was Spondanus ;»
The artillery of the demons was but the first step of but Cowper's is not Homer, cither, it is not even Cowhis mistake, the thunder the next, and it is a step lower. per. As a child I first read Pope's Homer with a rapIt would bave been fit for Jove, but not for Jehovah. ture which no subsequent work could ever afford; and The subject altogether was essentially unpoetical; he children are not the worst judges of their own lanhas made more of it than another could, but it is be- guage. As a boy I read Homer in the original, as we yond him and all men.
have all done, some of us by force, and a few by In a portion of his reply, Mr Bowles asserts that Pope favour; under which description I come is nothing to «envied Phillips» because he quizzed his pastorals in
it is enough that I read him. As a man the Guardian, in that most admirable model of irony, I have tried to read Cowper's version, and I found it his paper on the subject. If there was any thing impossible. Has any buman reader ever succeeded ? enviable about Phillips, it could hardly be his pasto- And now that we have heard the Catholic reproached rals.
They were despicable, and Pope expressed his with envy, duplicity, licentiousness, avarice—what was contempt. If Mr Fitzgerald published a volume of son- the Calvinist? He attempted the most atroclous of nels, or a « Spirit of Discovery,» or a « Missionary,» crimes in the Christian code, viz. suicide-and why? and Mr Bowles wrote in any periodical journal an Because he was to be examined whether he was fit for ironical paper upon them, would this be wenvy?" The an office which he seems to wish to have made a sineauthors of the «Rejected Addresses» have ridiculed the cure. His connexion with Mrs Unwin was pure enough, sixteen or twenty «first living poets» of the day; but for the old lady was devout, and he was deranged; but do they «envy» them? «Envy» writhes, it don't laugh. why then is the infirm and then elderly Pope to be reThe authors of the «Rejected Addresses» may despise proved for his connexion with Martha Blount? Cowsome, but they can hardly wenvy» any of the persons ' per was the almoner of Mrs Throgmorton ; but Pope's whom they have parodied; and Pope could have no charities were his own, and they were noble and exmore envi
Phillips than he did Welsted, or Theobalds, tensive, far beyond his fortune's warrant. Pope was or Smedley, or any other given hero of the Dunciad. He could not have envied bim, even had he himself not
Thy needles, once a shining store, been the greatest poet of bis age. Did Mr Jogs «envy»
For my sake restless heretofore,
Now rust disused, and shine no more, Mr Phillips, when he asked him, << how came your
My Nary, Pyrrhus to drive oxen, and say, I am goaded on by contain a simple, household, « indoor,» artificial, and ordinary image. love!This question silenced poor Phillips, but it no I refer Mr Bowles to the stanza, and ask if these three lines about more proceeded from weavy» than did Pope's ridicule. - needleso are not worth all the boasted iwaddling about trees, so Did he envy Swift? Did he envy Bolingbroke? Did he triumphantly re-quoted ? and yet in fact what do they convey? A
bomely collection of images and ideas associated with the darniog of envy Gay the unparalleled success of his «Beggar's stokings, and the bemming of shirts, and the mending of bree hes; Opera ?" We may be answered that these were his but will any one deny that they are eminently poetical and pathetic friends-true; but does friendship prevent envy! as addressed by Cowper to his nurse? The trash of trees reminds me Study the first woman you meet withi, or the first scrib- of a saying of Sheridan's
. Soon after the • Rejected Address» scene,
in 1812, I met Sheridan. In the course of dinoet, be said, « Lord bler, let Mr Bowies himself (whom I acquit fully. of Byron, did you know that amongst thu writers of addresses was White such an odious quality) study some of his own poetical' bread himself?. I answered by an enquiry of what sort of an address intimates : the most envious man I ever heard of is a
he bad made. . Of that, replied Sheridan, - I remember little, erpoet, and a high one ; besides it is an universal passion. cept that there was a phenis in it.) A phanix!! Well, how did be
describe it!, . Like a poulterer, answered Sheridan : . it was green, Goldsmith envied not only the puppets for their danc- and yellow, and red, and blue': he did not let us off for a single feaing, and broke his shins in the attempt at rivalry, but ther. And just such as this poulterer's account of a phenix, is was seriously angry because two pretty women re- Cowper's stick-picker's detail of a wood, with all its petty minutiæ ceived more attention than he did.
of this, that, and the other. This is envy; but
One more poetical instance of the power of art, and even its supewhere does Pope show a sign of the passion? In that riority over nature, in poetry, and I have done :- the bust of Anticase, Dryden envied the hero of his Mac Fiecknoe. Mr nous! Is there any thing in nature like this marble, excepting the Bowles compares, when and where he can, Pope with Venus ? Can there be more poetry gathered into existence than in Cowper (the same Cowper whom, in his edition of Pope, is in no respect derived from nature, nor from any association of moral
that wonderful creation of perfect beauty! But the poetry of this bas! he laughs at for his attachment to an old woman, Mrs exaltedness; for what is there in common with moral nature and the Unwin; search and you will find it; I remember the male minion of Adrian ? The very execution is not natural, but superpassage, though not the page); in particular he re- natural, or rather super artificial, for nature has never done so much. quotes Cowper's Dutch delineation of a wood, drawn
Away, then, with this cant about nature and invariable principles
of poetry!. A great artist will make a block of stone as sublime as up like a seedsman's catalogue,' with an affected imi
a mountain, and a good poet can imbue a pack of cards with more poetry than inbabits the forests of America. It is the business and
the proof of a poot to give the lie to the proverb, and sometimes to 'I will submit to Ir Bowles's own judgment a passage from another * make a silken purse out of a sow's ear; and to conclude with anpoem of Cowper's, to be compared with the same writer's Sylvan ober bomoly proverb), wa good workman will not find fault with bis Sampler. In the lines to Mary,
on the bead also..
the tolerant yet steady adherent of the most bigoted of will not. You, Sir, know how far l am sincere, and sects; and Cowper the most bigoted and despondent whether, my opinion, not only in the short work insectary that ever anticipated damnation to himself or tended for publication, and in private letters which others. Is this harsh? I know it is, and I do not assert can never be published, las or has not been the same. it as my opinion of Cowper personally, but to show I look upon this as the declining age of English poetry; what might be said, with just as great an appearance of no regard for others, bo selfish feeling, can prevent me truth and candour, as all the odium which has been from sceing this, and expressing the truth. There can accuinulated upon Pope in similar speculations. Cow- be no worse sign for the taste of the times than the per was a good man, and lived at a fortunate time for depreciation of Pope. ll would be better to receive for his works.
proof Mi Cobbeli's rough but strong attack проа Mr Bowles, apparently not relying entirely upon his Shakspeare and Milton, than to allow this smooth and own arguments, has, in person or by proxy, hronight ! «candid» undermining of the reputation of the most forward the vames of Southey and Moore. Vc Southry perfect of our poets and the purest of our moralisis. « agrees entirely with Mr Bowies in his invariable of his power in the passions, iu description, in the principles of poetry. The least that Mr Bowles can do mock-heroie, I leave others to descant. Tlake him on in return is to approve the « invariable principles of Mr his strony ground, as an ethical poet: in the former Southey.» I should have thought that the word «in- none excel, in the mock-heroic and the ethical none variable» might have stuck in Southey's throat, like quai him; and, in my mind, the latter is the highest Macbeth's «Amen!» I am sure it did in mine, and I of all poetry, because it does that in verse, which the am not the least consistent of the two, at least as a greatest of men have wished to accomplish in prose. voter. Moore (et tu Brute!) also approves, and a Mrit the essence of poetry must be a lie, throw it to the 1. Scott. There is a letter also of two lines from a dogs, or banish it from your republic, as Plato would gentleman in asterisks, who it seems, is a poet of the bave done. He who can reconcile poetry with truth highest rank»- who can this be? not my friend, Sir and wisdom, is the only true « poet» in its real sense. Walter, surely. Campbell it can't be; Rogers it won't « the maker, the creator»-why must this mean the be.
«liar,» the « fcigner,» « the tale-teller?
A man may
make and create better things than these. • You have hit the nail in the head, and '"*" (Pope, I presum
I shall not presume to say that Pope is as lugh a I remain, yours, affe. tionately.
poet as Shakspeare and Milion, though his enemy, (Four Isterishs.)
Warton, places him immediately under them. I would ! And in asterisks let him remain.
110 more say this thaa I would assert in the mosque 1110cver this
(once Saint Sophia's', that Socrates was a greater man may be, he deserves, for such a judgment of Midas,
than Mahomet. But if I say that he is very near them, that the nail» which Mr Bowles hus liit in the bead»
it is no more than has been asserted of Burns, who is should be driven through his own cars ; I am sure that they are long enough.
supposed The attention of the poetical populace of the present
To rival all but Shakspeare's name below. day to obtain an ostracism against Pope is as easily ac- I say powing against this opinion. But of what corder, counted for as the Athenian's shell against Aristdes; according to the poctical aristocracy, are Purns's poems? they are tired of licaring; him always called the Just.»
These are his opus magnum, «Tann O Shauter,» a tale; They are also liliting for life; for if he maintains his I the «Cottor's Saturilay Night,» a descriptive sketch; station, they will reach their own culing. They have some others in the seine style; the rest are songs. raised a mosque by the side of a Grecian temple of the much for the rank of his jeroductions; the rank of! purest architectur; and, more barbarous than the bar
Burns is the very first of his art. Of Pope I bave ess! barians from whose practice I have borrvwed the pressed my opinion itsewhure, as also of the effect figure, they are not contented with their own grotesque, which the prese'lll alliempts at poetry have had upou edifice, wolen they destroy the prior and purely beanii
our literatue. If any great national or natural coue ful fabric whiclı preceded, and which shames them and vulsion could or shond overwhelm vour country, in theirs for ever and ever. I shall be told that amongst, such sort is to sweep Great Britain from the kingdoms those I have been for it may be sulla conspicuous- of the earth, und leuve only that, after all the most true, and I am aslamed of it. I luve been amongst living of human things, a dead language, to be studiu the builders of this Babel, attended by a confusion of
ani red, and initiated by the wise of future and far tongues, but never amougst the envious destroyers of the classic trmple of our predecessor. I have loved onld become the learning of mankind, divested of
generations upon foreign shorts; if your literature and honoured the fame and name of that illuscious and unrivalled man, far more than my own paduy and prejudice; in Englishman, anxious that the purse !
party cabals, temporary Cushions, and national pride, renown, and the trashy jingle of the crowel of cerity of strangers should know that there bad been a schools» and upstarts, who pretend to rival, or even
such a thin; as a Criti-hi fpic and Tragedy, might wisde. surpass liim. Sooner than a sogle leaf should be
for the preservation of Shakepeare and Mi!!on; but toru from bis laurel, it were better that all which these min, and that I, it's one of their vel, have ever written and the prst sink with the people.
the sursising work would snatch Pope from the wreck,
He is the mora! should
poet of all covilization, and, as such, let us bope that i Line Irunhs clothespier, or otherin' in t row
he will one day be the rational poei of mankind. the frin, the rails of balam on wih!
in ilir only one that never shocks, the only poos shox fritidel soles puen made his reproach.
Cast jour There are those who will bchere there and those who yener la productions ; consider tirir (Xteni, aul
contemplate their variety :-pastoral, passion, mock- bave a better memory for his own faults? They are heroic, translation, satire, ethics,-all excellent, and but the faults of an author; while the virtues he omitoften perfect. If his great charm be his melody, how ted from his catalogue are essential to the justice due comes it that foreigners adore him even in their diluted to a man. translation? But I have made this letter too long.
Mr Bowles appears, indeed, to be susceptible beyond Give my compliments to Mr Bowles.
the privilege of authorship. There is a plaintive dedicaYours ever, very truly,
tion to Mr Gifford, in which he is made responsible for BYRON
all the articles of the Quarterly. Mr Southey, it seems, To J. Murray, Esq.
a the most able and eloquent writer in that Review,»
approves of Mr Bowles's publication. Now, it seems to Post scriptum.-Long as this letter has
me the more impartial, that, notwithstanding that the find it necessary to append a postscript,-if possible, a
great writer of the Quarterly entertains opinions opshort one.
Mr Bowles denies that he has accused Pope posite to the able article on Spence, nevertheless that of « a sordid money-getting passion ;» but he adds « if
essay was permitted to appear. Is a review to be deI had ever done so, I should be glad to find any testi voted to the opinions of any one man? Must it not mony that might show me he was not so.»
vary according to circumstances, and according to the timony he may find, to his heart's content, in Spence subjects to be criticised? I fear that writers must take and elsewhere. First, there is Martha Blount, who, the sweets and bitters of the public journals as they Mr Bowles charitably says, « probably thought he did not save enough for her as leyatee.'s whatever she occur, and an author of so long a standing as Mr Bowles
might have become accustomed to such incidents; he thought upon this point, ber words are in Pope's might be angry, but not astonished. I have been refavour. Then there is Alderman Barber; see Spence's viewed in the Quarterly almost as often as Mr Bowles, Anecdotes. There is Pope's cold answer to Halifax, and have had as pleasant things said, and some as unwhen he proposed a pension ; his behaviour to Crages pleasunt, as could well be pronounced. In the review and to Addison upon like occasions; and his own two
of « The Fall of Jerusalem,» it is stated that I have deJines
voted « my powers, etc. to the worst parts of maniAnd, thanks to Homer, since I live and thrive,
cheism,» which, being interpreted, means that I worIodebted to no prince or peer alive
ship the devil. Now, I have neither written a reply, nor
complained to Gifford. I believe that I observed in a ! written when princes would have been proud to pen- letter to you, that I thought that the critic might have sion, and peers to promote him, and when the whole praised Milman without fioding it necessary to abuse army of dunces were in array against him, and would me;» but did I not add at the same time, or soon after have been but too happy to deprive him of this boast (apropos, of the note in the book of Travels), that I of independence. But there is something a little more would not, if it were even in my power, have a single serious in Mr Bowles's declaration, that he « would have line cancelled on my account in that nor in any other spoken» of bis «poble generosity to the outcast, Richard publication ?- Of course, I reserve to myself the priSavage,» and other instances of a compassionate and vilege of response when necessary. Mr Bowles seems in generous heart, « had they occurred to his recollection a whimsical state about the article on Spence. You when he wrote.» What! is it come to this? Does know very well that I am noi in your confidence, nor Mr Bowles sit down to write a minute and laboured life in that of the conductor of the journal. The moment and edition of a great poet? Does he anatomize his I saw that article, I was morally certain that I knew the character, moral and poctical? Does he present us author « by his style.» You will tell me that I do not with his faults and with his foibles ? Does lie sneer at know him: that is all as it should be; keep the secret, his feelings, and doubt of his sincerity? Does he unfold so shall J, though no one has ever intrusted it to me. his vanity and duplicity ? and then omit the good qua- He is not the person whom Mr Bowles denounces. Mr lities which might, in part, have « covered this multi- Bowles's extreme sensibility reminds me of a circumtude of sins ?» and then plead that « they did not occur stance which occurred on board of a frigate, in which to his recollection?» Is this the frame of mind and of I was a passenger and guest of the captain's, for a conmemory with which the illustrious dead are to be ap- siderable time. The surgeon on board, a very gentle proached? If Mr Bowles, who must have had access to manly young man, and remarkably able in his profes. all the means of refreshing his memory, did not recolo sion, wore a wig. Upon this ornament he was extremely lect these facts, he is unfit for his task; but if be did tenacious. As naval jests are sometimes a little rouch, recollect, and omit them, I know not what he is fit his brother-officers made occasional allusions to this for, but I know what would be fit for him. Is the plea delicate appendage to the doctor's person. of « not recollecting» such prominent facts to be ad- young lieutenant, in the course of a facetious discusmitted ? Mr Bowles has been at a public school, and, as sion, said, Suppose, now, doctor, I should take off I have been publicly educated also, I can sympathise your hat.» « Sir,» replied the doctor, « I shall taik no with his predilection. When we were in the third form longer with you; you grow scurrilous.» He would not even, had we pleaded on the Monday morning, that we even admit so near an approach as to the hat which had not brought up the Saturday's exercise because protected it. In like manner, if any body approaches « we had forgotten it,» what would have been the re- Nir Bowles's laurels, even in his outside capacity of an ply? And is an excuse, which would not be pardoned editor, « they grow scurrilous.You say that you are to a schoolboy, to pass current in a matter which so about to prepare an edition of Pope; you cannot do nearly concerns the fame of the first poct of his age, if better for your own credit as a publisher, nor for the pot of his country? If Mr Bowles so rcadily forgets the redemption of Pope from Mr Bowles, and of the public virtues of others, wliy complain so grievously that others taste from rapid degeneracy,
One day a
June 17, 1816. duct of my intended journey. It was my secret wish In the year 17-, having for some time determined that he might be prevailed on to accompany me: it was on a journey through countries not hitherto much fre also a probable pe, founded upon the slıadowy restquented by travellers, I set out, accompanied by a friend lessness which I had observed in him, and to which the whom I shall designate by the name of Augustus Dar- | animation which he appeared to feel on such subjects, vell. He was a few years my elder, and a man of con-aud bis apparent indifference to all by which he was siderable fortune and ancient family-advantages which more immediately surrounded, gave fresh streozin. an extensive capacity prevented him alike from under. This wish I first hinted, and then expressed : his answer, valuing or overrating. Some peculiar circumstances in though I had partly expected it, gave me all the pleahis private history had rendered him to me an object sure of surprise-he consented; and, after the requisite of attention, of interest, and even of regard, which arrangements, we commenced our voyages. After journeither the reserve of his manners, nor occasional indi. neying through various countries of the south of Europe, cations of an inquietude at times nearly approaching to our attention was turned towards the East, according alienation of mind, could extinguish.
to our original destination; and it was in my progress I was yet young in life, which I had begun early; through those regions that the incident occurred upon bui my intimacy with him was of a recent date: we had which will turn what I may have to relate. been educated at the same schools and university, but The constitution of Darvell, which must, from his his progress through these had preceded mine, and he appearance, bave been in early life more than usually had been deeply initiated into what is called the world, robust, had been for some time gradually giving vay, while I was yet in my noviciate. While thus engaged, I without the intervention of any apparent disease : be! had heard much both of his past and present life; and, had neither cough nor hectic, yet he became daily although in these accounts there were many and irre. more enfeebled: bis habits were temperate, and be codeilable contradictions, I could still gather from the neither declined nor complained of fatigue, yet lie was ! whole that lie was a being of no common order, and evidently wasting away : lie became inore and more one who, whatever pains die might take to avoid re- silent and sleepless, and at length, so seriously altered, mark, would still be remarkable. I bad cultivated his that my aların grew proportionate to what i conceived acquaiutance subsequently, and endeavoured to obtain to be luis danger. his friendship, but this last appeared to be unattainable; We had determined, on our arrival at Smyroa, op whatever affections lie might have possessed scemed an excursion to the ruins of Ephesus and Sardis, from now, some to have been extinguished, and others to be which I endeavoured to dissuade him, in his present concentred : that his feelings were acute, I had suffi- ! state of indisposition—but in vain: there appeared to be cient opportunities of observing; for, although he could an oppression on bis mind, and a solemnity in his man control, he could not altogether disguise them: still be ver, which ill corresponded with his eagerness to proceed had a power of giving to one passion the appearance of on what I regarded as a mere party of pleasure, liide another, in such a manner that it was difficult to define suited to a valetudinarian; bui l opposed him no longer the nature of what was working within him; and the -and in a few days we set off together, accompanied expressions of his features would vary so rapidly, though only by a serrugee and a single janizary. slightly, that it was useless to trace them to their sources. We had passed half-way towards the remains of Epbe It was evident that he was a prey to some cureless dis- sus, leaving behind us the more fertile environs of quiet; but whether it arose from ambition, love, re- Sinyrna, and were entering upon that will and temorse, grief, from one or all of these, or merely from andess track through the marshes and defiles whxch a morbid temperament akin to disease, I could not dis- lead to the few buts yet lingering over the broken cocover : there were circumstances alleged which might lumns of Diana-che rootless walls of expelled Christia- ! have justified the application to each of these causes; nity, and the still more recent but complete desolation of but, as I have before said, these were so contradictory abandoned mosques—when the sudden and rapid ist and contradicted, that none could be fixed upon with ness of my companion obliged us to lialt at a Turkish accuracy. Where there is mystery, it is generally sup- cemetery, the turbaned tombstones of which were the posed that there must also be evil: I know not how this sole indication that human life had ever been a sojourner may be, but in him Uiere certainly was the one, though in this wilderness. The only caravansera we had sain I could not ascertain the extent of the other-and felt was left some lours behind us; not a vestige of a 10+ loth, as far as regarded himself, to believe in its exist or even coitage, was within sight or hope, and envis a city ence. My advances were received with sufficient cold- of the dead» appeared to be the sole refuge for my unness; but I was young, and easily «liscouraged, and fortunate friend, who seemed on the verge of becomia; at length succeeded in obtaining to a certain degree, the last of its inhabitants. That common place intercourse and moderate confidence In this situation, I looked round for a place where le of common and every-day concerns, created and ce- mijlı mo: t conveniently repose :-contrary to the usuai mented by similarity of pursuit and frequency of mece-l aspect of Mahometin burial grounds, the cypresse ! ing, which is called intimaey, or friendship, according were in tiis few in number, and these thinly scattered 10 the ideas of liim who uses those words to express them. over ils cxtent: the tombstones were mostly fallen, and
1 Darvell had already travelled extensively, and to him worn will age: upen one of the most considerable of I had applied for information with regard to the con. these, and beneath one of the most spreading trees