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I [Lord Byron gives the following account of this cup : — “The gardener, in digging, discovered a skull that had probably belonged to some jolly friar, or monk of the abbey, about the time it was demonasteried. Observing it to be of ;. size, and in a perfect state of preservation, a strange ancy seized me of having it set and mounted as a drinking cup. I accordingly sent it to town, and it returned with a very high polish, and of a mottled colour like tortoiseshell." It is now in the possession of Colonel Wildman, the proprietor of Newstead Abbey. In several of our elder dramatists, mention is made of the custom of quailing wine out of similar cups. For example, in Dekker's “Wonder of a Kingdom,” Torrenti says, –
“Would I had ten thousand soldiers' heads,
* [These lines were printed originally in Mr. Hobhouse's Miscellany. A few days before they were written, the Poet had been invited to dine at Annesley. On the infant daughter of his fair host.css being brought into the room, he started involuntarily, and with the utmost difficulty suppressed his emotion. o the scnsations of that monent we are indebted for these beautiful stanzas.]
But then it had its mother's eyes, And tiley were all to love and me.
Mary, adieu ! I must away :
But near thee I can never stay;
Yet was I calm : I knew the time
But now to tremble were a crime—
I saw thee gaze upon my face,
One only feeling could'st thou trace;
Away: away ! my early dream
INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG.. 3
WHEN some proud son of man returns to earth,
* This monument is still a conspicuous ornamert in the garden of Newstead. The following is the inscription by which the verses are preceded : – ' “Near this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery If inscribed over human ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of BOATSWAIN, a Dog,
Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803,
And died at Newstead Abbey, Nov. 18. 1808.” Ilord Byron thus announced the death of his favourite to his friend Hodgson: —“Boatswain is dead ' – he expired in a state of madness, on the 18th, after suffering much, yet retaining all the gentleness of his nature to the last : never attempting to do the least injury to "o. near him. I have now lost every thing, except old Murray.” By the will executed in l8ll, he directed that his own body should be buried in a vault in the gurden, near his faithful dog.]
marriage was not a happier one than my own. Her conduct, however, was irreproachable; but there was not sympathy between their characters. I had not seen her for man
ears, when an occasion offered. I was upon the point, .
er consent, of paying her a visit, when my sister, who has always had more influence over me than any one else, persuaded me not to do it: . For," said she, if you go you will fall in love again, and then there will be a scene: one step will lead to another, ct ceta fera wn &ciat.' I was guided by those reasons, and shortly after married, – with what success it is useless to say.”]
! [The melancholy which was now gaining fast upon the young poet's mind was a source of much uneasiness to his friends. It was at this period, that the following pleasant verses were addressed to him by Mr. Hobhouse : —
EPISTLE to a Young Noblexi AN in love.
HAtl generous youth, whom glory's sacred flame Inspires and animates to deeds of fame ; Who feel the noble wish before you die To raise the finger of each passer-by: Hail may a future age admiring view A Falkland or a Clarendon in you.
But as your blood with dangerous passion boils, Iłeware and fly from Venus' silken toils : Ah let the head protect the weaker heart, And Wisdom's Egis turn on Beauty's dart. - - - -
But if 'tis fix"d that every lord must pair, And you and Newstead must not want an heir, Lose not your pains, and scour the country round, To find a treasure that can ne'er be found ! No take the first the town or court affords, Trick'd out to stock a market for the lords : By chance perhaps your luckier choice may fall On one, though wicke; not the worst of all :
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One though perhaps as any Maxwell free,
But, as your early youth some time allows, Nor custon yet demands you for a spouse,
In the days of my youth, when the heart’s in its spring, And dreams that affection can never take wing, I had friends !—who has not 7 — but what tongue will avow, That friends, rosy wine ! are so faithful as thou ?
The heart of a mistress some boy may estrange, Friendship shifts with the sunbeam — thou never canst change: Thou grow'st old — who does not ? – but on earth what appears, Whose virtues, like thine, still increase with its years 2
Yet if blest to the utmost that love can bestow,
Then the season of youth and its vanities past,
When the box of Pandora was open'd on earth,
Long life to the grape for when summer is flown,
Some hours of freedom may remain as yet
Forget the fair one, and your fate delay; If not avert, at least defer the day, When you beneath the female yoke shall bend, And lose your wit, your temper, and your friend. Trin. Coll. Camb. 1808.
In his mother's copy of Mr. Hobhouse's volume, now before us, Lord Byron has here written with a pencil, - “I have lost them all, and shall wed accordingly. 1811. B."]
STANZAS TO A LADY 1, ON LEAVING ENGLAND.
/-'T is done—and shivering in the gale The bark unfurls her snowy sail; And whistling o'er the bending mast, Loud sings on high the fresh'ning blast; And I must from this land be gone, Because I cannot love but one.
But could I be what I have been,
'Tis long since I beheld that eye
As some lone bird, without a mate,
And I will cross the whitening foam,
The poorest, veriest wretch on earth
I go—but wheresoe'er I flee,
To think of every early scene,
And who that dear loved one may be
I've tried another's fetters too,
* [In the original, “To Mrs. Musters."] 2 . corrected by himself, in his mother's copy of Mr.
Hobhouse's Miscellany; the two last lines being originally —