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which glided on without an object. The assuming of such a character as the medium of communicating his poetry and his sentiments indicated a feeling towards the public, which, if it fell short of contemning their favour, disdained, at least, all attempt to propitiate them. Yet the very audacity of this repulsive personification, joined to the energy with which it was supported, and to the indications of a bold, powerful, and original mind which glanced through every line of the poem, electrified the mass of readers, and placed at once upon Lord Byron's head the garland for which other men of genius have toiled long, and which they have gained late. He was placed pre-eminent among the literary men of his country by general acclamation. Those who bad so rigorously censured his juvenile essays, and per. haps "dreaded such another field,' were the first to pay warm and, we believe sincere homage to his matured ef. forts; while others, who saw in the sentiments of Childe Harold much to regret and to censure, did not with hold their tribute of applause to the depth of thought, the pow er and force of expression, the beauty of description, and the energy of sertiment which animated the Pilgrimage.? If the volume was laid aside for a moment, under the melancholy and unpleasing impression that it seemed calcula. ted to chase hope from the side of man, and to dim bis pros. pects both of this life and futurity, it was immediately and almost involuntarily assumed again, as our feeling of the author's genius predominated over our dislike to contemplate the gloomy views of human nature which it was his pleasure to place before us. Something was set down to the angry recollection of his first failure, which might fairly authorize so high a mind to hold the world's opinion in contempt; something was allowed for the recent family losses to which the poem alluded, and under the feeling of which it had been partly written : and it seemed to most readers as if gentler and more kindly features were, at times, seen to glance from under the cloud of misanthropy, which the author had flung around his hero. Thus, as all admired the Pilgrimage of Childe Harold, all were prepared to greet the author with that fame which is the poet's best reward, and which is chiefly and most justly due to one who, in these exhausted days, strikes out a new and original line of composition.

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Through ihese still woods an Infant stray’d,
A glowing child of matchless grace ;
Through trembling leaves the supbeams play'd,
And lighuy sparkled o'er bis face.
His eyes, ihe lustre of his brow,
So brightly shot, or blithely beam'd
O'er his complexion ,--that they seem'd
Sweet starlight o'er a world of spow.
His cheeksy--fine golden hair was shading,
Which idly little hands were brading,
His cheeks,-the young boy's only wealth,
Were rich in'comeliness and health :-

seemd, in very carelessness to rove-
Aud oft with lowers he lingered was it love?

J. H.R.


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My lips, as charm'd, forgot to move;})
My fingers slept upon the string,
I left the lyre to learn, of Love !

J. H. R.
Vol. II.



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This they did for two hours; when, crossing the straight, Schabraco coasted the shore, till a small inlet appearing, overshadowed by some vast trees, the felucca made towards it, and was soon hidden by the shady covering. To follow any farther was dangerous; at least so argued the boatmen. Rinaldo entreated, --commanded,--but in vain. They would wait, if he chose to land ; and with this argument he was obliged to comply.

few stepping stones soon delivered him on the shore ; and, mounting a small eminence, he perceived the gothic points of an irregular edifice upon the horizon, which the mild ray of a setting sun rendered tolerably conspicuous. To the north, and west end of his situation all was wild and dreary. Vast woods, deep and dangerous dales, with barren hills, formed a comfortless prospect; when the sight of Schabraco, in a sort of rude path leading from the water, quicken. ed his curiosity as he watched him making towards the build. ing in questione

Determined, then, to gratify the desire he had conceived to develope the mystery of Schabraco, he hastily descended, and making a lucrative bargain with the men to stay for him till midnight, which they unwillingly promised, once more ascended to his station, to look for a path that might lead towards the house, wbich he now supposed to be the Signor's habitation, but no track could be discerned that might favor his intention; but it was evident from the increasing gloom, that he should not only lose all traces of the edifice, but of its inbabitant, for so his fancy had decided the Signor, whom he could dimly notice as he slowly drew towards his home. To pursue bim immediately argued the most incautious CÒRduct; but caution, at that moment, formed no part of Rinaldo's character, and he hazarded the safety of his person with very little relactance:

Taking, then, the most probable direction, he walked vwiftly onward, and, by the time Schabraco totally disappeared, found himself in a path skirted with oak, that led to a ruined pavilion, beyond this he cauglit a glimpse of the building, and, looking up, observed a light stream from one of its windowss. Rinaldo paused, to ask himself a very necessary question. To what purpose had be plunged into danger? (for danger there certainly was in the experi. ment he was making) What motive could he urge in favour

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of the intrusion, should be encounter the Signor?”: A faint groan interrupted his cogitations, but it accelerated his reso. lution to retire ; and, turning round, he cast an apprehensive glance upon the dilapidated walls that surrounded a kind of court, and was rendered, by the partial gleam of light that fell on them from the window, an object of no very agreeable import. A second groan quickened bis steps, while a thrila ling desire to know from whence it arose checked them. He stopped again--listened-all was silent. Again he retreated, and again lingered, when the shadow of some person near him decided all. The pavillion was already in sight, and the sound of pursuit closely behind. It was in vain he sought the path by which he had entered the court. The wild and tracklets scene about him prevented all hope of escape, and he well knew that part of Calabria was infested by the most ferocious banditti.' But he had not long to hesitate. The voice of Schabraco broke like thunder on his bewildered meditations, and to the stern enquiry of What had brought him to that spot ?" he could only oppose a confused silence.'

Speak," cried Schabraco, “dost thou come to torment with that detested similitude, a wretch over whose secrets thou hast no power? I marked thy rudeness at the masquerade, and fled. Say, then, who art thou? I would have avoidedthee, for there is death in that aspect, destructiou in thy voice." Rinaldo had began an awkward' excuse, for he felt himself irresistibly awed. “Speak not again--plead not so like Sabrina. But I rave. --Begone, nor tempt me to commit another murder."

“Murder!" echoed Rinaldo (who felt his native ardour rouse at this horrible implication); “dost thou own a crime of the greatest magnitude, and yet-" “Hark! she reproaches me!-It is herself!--But mark, young man, I have yet a dagger!"-An address so horrible--so broken-so inapplicable, and inconsistent while it almost overwhelmed Rinaldo, carried to his heart the pungent reflection, that he had nearly deserved the consequences of his temerity. His situation became critical, and not less dangerous. It was plain the mysterious mortal adverted to some epoch in his own fate of a horrible nature. The groans which yet thrilled our young bero's soul (if hero be may be styled), although they argued no confirmation of the opinion he liąd kastily formed, yet seemed to accuse Schabraco as the inflicter of some lingering punishment..

These flying suspicions were speedily interrupted by his awful companion, who, awakening as from a painful reverie, sömmanded Piozzi instantly to depart. “I have,” cried the

unhappy being, "committed myself too much, in thus giving vent to the tortures which rack a restless bosom; but I charge you give my words no place in your mind, but as remembrancers of these injunctions: never, if your life be of any consequence, breathé á syllable of what you þave heard or seen. Nor, should you chance to meet, in a future hour, the man on whom you have so rudely, if not villainously, intruded, dare, by word or look, betray a knowledge of Schabraco. Yet stop" (for the astonished youth was availing himself of this permission, after solemnly giving his oath never to reveal what he had witnessed) “first say, what is your familyyour origin--your expectations?"

“My country is Sicily; I came from Syracuse. My father”.“Ay, your father-speak," urged Schabraco 5Į would have the name of him whom I suspect.' Rinaldo, as he announced the title of Count Piozzi, viewed with horror the blazing eye, pallid cheek, and trembling lip of his inter. rogator; whose face, being turned to the brightening east, revealed features working with a variety of contending passions. Still more was his surprise' encreased, to be thus in. terrapted"Yes, I knew it. Thou bast been employed as an active agent in-but begone, young Sir ; nor stay to witness the weakess of thy superior.'

Rinaldo waited not a second bidding, but hastily retreated, least his departure should again be interdicted. The path through the pavilion was clearly visible, and he entered, deeply musing on all be saw and heard. That Schabraco had traced on bis countenance a striking similitude to a female called Sabrina, was beyond a doubt"; but the name was totally beyond his knowledge.

The females of his family consisted only of an aged aunt, and a young sister. His mother deceased during his obildhood ; since which period, Count Piozzi was never seen to smile, Her death, as hinted to bim by Count Piozzi's aunt, was attended with circumstances peculiarly terrible ; but none ofthem could apply to the case in question.

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