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A grove which springs through leveled battlements,
Grõvel on earth in indistinct decay.
All this, and cast a wide and tender light,
LORD BYRON. GEORGE GORDON BYRON, the descendant and head of an ancient and noble family, was born in London, January 22nd, 1788. He entered Trinity College, Cambridge, 1805, with a rare reputation for general information, having read an almost incredible list of works in various departments of literature before the age of fifteen. He neglected the prescribed course of study at the university, but his genius kept him ever active. His first work, “The Hours of Idleness," appeared in 1807. It received a castigation from the “Edinburgh Review,” to which we owe the first spirited outbreak of his talents, in the able and vigorous satire entitled, “English Bards and Scotish Reviewers," published in 1809. He took his seat in the House of Lords a few days before the appearance of this satire; but soon left for the Continent. He returned home in 1811, with two cantos of “Childe Harold,” which he had written abroad. They were published in March, 1812, and were immediately received with such unbounded admiration, as to justify the poet's terse remark, “I awoke one morning, and found myself famous.” In May of the next year, appeared his “Giaour;" in November, the “Bride of Abydos," written in a week; and, about three months after, the “ Corsair," written in the almost incredible space of ten days. January 2d, 1815, he was married to Miss Milbanke, the only daughter and heiress of Sir Ralph Milbanke; and his daughter, Augusta Ada, was born in December of that year. The husband and wife, for an unknown cause, separated forever, on the 15th of January of the next year. He quitted England for the last time on the 25th of April, 1816, and passed through Flanders, and along the Rhine to Switzerland, where he resided until the close of the year. He here composed the third canto of “ Childe Harold,” the “Prisoner of Chillon,” “Darkness," "The Dream,” and a part of “Manfred.” The next year he went to Italy, where he resided several years, and where he wrote the fourth canto of “Childe Harold," “Mazeppa,” “The Lament of Tasso,” “Beppo,” “Don Juan,” and his dramatic
Hearth, (hårth). • Glăd' iā tor, a swordplayer; a prize-fighter.
poems. In 1823 he interested himself in the struggle of the Greeks to throw off the Turkish yoke and gain their independence. In December of that year, after making his arrangements with judgment and generosity, he sailed for Greece, and arrived at Missolonghi on the 5th of January, 1824, where he was received with great enthusiasm. In three months he did much to produce harmony and introduce order; but he had scarcely arranged his plans to aid the nation, when he was seized with a fever, and expired on the 19th of April, 1824, soon after having celebrated, in affecting verses, the completion of his thirty-sixth year,
WENT to see the Colisē'um by moonlight. It is the mon
arch, the majesty of all ruins ; there is nothing like it. All the associations of the place, too, give it the most impressive character. When you enter within this stupendous circle of ruinous walls and arches, and grand terraces of masonry, rising one above another, you stand upon the arēna of the old glădiatorial combats and Christian martyrdoms; and as you lift your eyes to the vast amphitheater, you meet, in imagination, the eyes of a hundred thousand Romans, assembled to witness these bloody spectacles. What a multitude and mighty array of human beings! and how little do we know in modern times of great assemblies ! One, two, and three, and at its last enlargement by Constantine,' more than three hundred thousand persons could be seated in the Circus Maximus!
2. But to return to the Colisē'um ; we went up under the conduct of a guide, upon the walls and terraces, or embankments which supported the ranges of seats. The seats have long since disappeared ; and grass overgrows the spots where the pride, and
power, and wealth, and beauty of Rome sat down to its barbarous entertainments. What thrõnging life was here thenwhat voices, what greetings, what húrrying footsteps up the staircases of the eighty arches of entrance! And now, as we picked our way carefully through the decayed passages, or cautiously ascended some möldering flight of steps, or stood by the lonely walls-ourselves silent, and, for a wonder, the guide silent too—there was no sound here but of the bat, and none came from without, but the roll of a distant carriage or the convent bell from the summit of the neighboring Esquiline.
· Constantine I., called the Great, was born A.D. 274, proclaimed emperor of Rome by the army in 306, and died in 337
3. It is scarcely possible to describe the effect of moonlight upon this ruin. Through a hundred rents in the broken walls, through a hundred lonely arches and blackened passage-ways, it streamed in, pure, bright, soft, lambent, and yệt distinct and clear, as if it came there at once to reveal, and cheer, and pity the mighty desolation. But if the Colisē'um is a mournful and desolate spectacle as seen from within-without, and especially on the side which is in best preservation, it is glorious. We passed around it; and, as we looked upward, the moon shining through its arches, from the opposite side it appeared as if it were the coronet of the heavens, so vast was itor like a glorious crown upon the brow of night.
4. I feel that I do not and can not describe this mighty ruin I can only say that I came away paralyzed, and as passive as a child. A soldier stretched out his hand for a gratuity, as we passed the guard ; and when my companion said I did wrong to give, I told him that I should have given my cloak, if the man had asked it. Would you break any spell that worldly feeling or selfish sorrow may have spread over your mind, go and sce the Colise'um by moonlight.
71. THE DYING GLADIATOR.
HE seal is set.-Now welcome, thou dread power!
Nameless, yet thus omnipotent, which here
With a deep awe, yet all distinct from fear;
Thy haunts are ever where the dead walls rear
Derives from thee a sense so deep and clear,
And wherefore slaughtered? wherefore, but because
Such were the bloody circus' gēnääl laws,
What matters where we fall to fill the maws
Of worms--on battle-plains or listed spot ?
upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony,
And his drooped head sinks gradually low;
And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one,
Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arēna swims around him : he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won 4. He heard it, but he heeded not; his eyes
Were with his heart, and that was far away : He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ;
But where his rude hut by the Danube lay,
There were his young barbarians all at play,
Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
72. SCENE WITH A PANTHER.
S soon as I had effected my dangerous passage, I screened
myself behind a cliff, and gave myself up to reflection. While thus occupied, my eyes were fixed upon the opposite steeps. The tops of the trees, waving to and fro in the wildest commotion, and their trunks occasionally bending to the blast,
Dacian, (då shan), from Dacia, a quest by Trajan, in the year 103, afcountry of ancient Germany form- ter a war of fifteen years. ing the modern countries, Hungary, Goths, a celebrated nation of Wallachia, Moldavia, and Transyl. Germans, warriors by profession, vania. Many of the gladiators came who, in the year 410, under their from Dacia, especially after its con- king, Alaric, plundered Rome.
which, in these lõfty regions, blew with a violence unknown in the tracts below, exhibited an awful spectacle.
2. At length my attention was attracted by the trunk which lay ăcross the gulf, and which I had converted into a bridge. I perceived that it had already somewhat swerved from its original position, that
blast broke or loosened some of the fibers by which its roots were connected with the opposite bank, and that, if the storm did not speedily abate, there was imminent danger of its being torn from the rock and precipitated into the chasm. Thus my retreat would be cut off, and the evils from which I was endeavoring to rescue another, would be experienced by myself.
3. I believed my destiny to hang upon the expedition with which I should recross this gulf. The moments that were spent in these deliberations were critical, and I shuddered to observe that the trunk was held in its place by one or two fibers which were already stretched almost to breaking. To pass along the trunk, rendered slippery by the wet and unsteadfast by the wind was eminently dangerous. To maintain my hold in passing, in defiance of the whirlwind, required the most vigorous exertions. For this end, it was necessary to discommode myself of my cloak.
4. Just as I had disposed of this encumbrance, and had risen from my seat, my attention was again called to the opposite steep, by the most unwelcome object that at this time could possibly present itself. Something was perceived moving among the bushes and rocks, which, for a time, I hoped was no more than a raccoon or opossum, but which presently appeared to be a pănther. His gray coat, extended claws, fiery eyes, and a cry which he at that moment uttered, and which, by its resemblance to the human voice, is peculiarly terrific, denoted him to be the most ferocious and untamable of that detested race.
5. The in'dustry of our hunters has nearly banished animals of prey from these precincts. The fastnesses of Norwalk, however, could not but afford refuge to some of them. Of late I had met them so rarely, that my fears were seldom alive, and I trod, without caution, the ruggedèst and most solitary haunts. Still, however, I had seldom been unfurnished in my rambles with the means of defense.
6. The unfrequency with which I had lately encountered this foe, and the encumbrance of provision, made me neglect, on this