GRANTA. A MEDLEY. On could Le Sage's demon's gift This night my trembling form he'd lift Then would, unroof'd, old Granta's halls Then would I view each rival wight, Petty and Palmerston survey; Who canvass there with all their might, Lo! candidates and voters lie 3 All lull'd in sleep, a goodly number: A race renown'd for piety, Whose conscience won't disturb their slumber. iLand H, indeed, may not demur ; They know the Chancellor has got And therefore smiles on his proposal. Now from the soporific scene I'll turn mine eye, as night grows later, To view, unheeded and unseen, The studious sons of Alma Mater. There, in apartments small and damp Who sacrifices hours of rest To scan precisely metres attic ; that the young poet seems to have drunk deepest of Lind Justration whose effects were to be so lasting; six short **uch he passed in her company being sufficient to the karadation of a feeling for all life. With the summer * bara epshed this dream of his youth. He saw Miss ChaBence mare in the succeeding year, and took his last on of her on that hill near Annesley, which, in his of The Dream,' he describes so happily as crowned a peculiar diadem." In August, 1805, she was married Ja Musters, Esq.; and died at Wiverton Hall, in FeInay, 102, te consequence, it is believed, of the alarm and ager to which she had been exposed during the sack of -wick Hall by a party of rioters from Nottingham. The Fortunate Andy had been in a feeble state of health for ving rears, and the and her daughter were obliged to take the violence of the mob in a shrubbery, where, truckd, partly from terror, her constitution suss stuck which it wanted vigour to resist.] The Dable Boiteux of Le Sage, where Asmodeus, the pars Don Cleofas on an elevated situation, and the bexames for inspection. On the death of Mr. Pitt, in January, 1806, Lord Henry Who reads false quantities in Seale, 5 Renouncing every pleasing page The square of the hypothenuse. 7 Still, harmless are these occupations, Which bring together the imprudent; Whose daring revels shock the sight, When vice and infamy combine, When drunkenness and dice invite, As every sense is steep'd in wine. Not so the methodistic crew, Who plans of reformation lay: In humble attitude they sue, And for the sins of others pray : Forgetting that their pride of spirit, Their exultation in their trial, Detracts most largely from the merit Of all their boasted self-denial. 'Tis morn: from these I turn my sight. What scene is this which meets the eye? A numerous crowd, array'd in white, 8 Across the green in numbers fly. Loud rings in air the chapel bell; 'Tis hush'd: what sounds are these I hear? The organ's soft celestial swell Rolls deeply on the list'ning ear. To this is join'd the sacred song, The royal minstrel's hallow'd strain; Though he who hears the music long Will never wish to hear again. Our choir would scarcely be excused, Even as a band of raw beginners; All mercy now must be refused To such a set of croaking sinners. Petty and Lord Palmerston were candidates to represent the University of Cambridge in parliament.] [In the private volume, the fourth and fifth stanzas ran thus: "One on his power and place depends, Fellows are sage reflecting men," &c.] [Edward-Harvey Hawke, third Lord Hawke. His lordship died in 1824.] Seale's publication on Greek Metres displays considerable talent and ingenuity, but, as might be expected in so difficult a work, is not remarkable for accuracy. The Latin of the schools is of the canine species, and not very intelligible. 7 The discovery of Pythagoras, that the square of the hypothenuse is equal to the squares of the other two sides of a right-angled triangle. On a saint's day, the students wear surplices in chapel. ON A DISTANT VIEW OF THE VILLAGE AND Where fancy yet joys to trace the resemblance Of comrades, in friendship and mischief allied; How welcome to me your ne'er fading remembrance, Which rests in the bosom, though hope is denied! Again I revisit the hills where we sported, The streams where we swam, and the fields where [sorted, we fought; 2 The school where, loud warn'd by the bell, we reTo pore o'er the precepts by pedagogues taught. Again I behold where for hours I have ponder'd, I once more view the room, with spectators surrounded, Where, as Zanga, I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown; 1["My school-friendships were with me passions (for 1 was always violent); but I do not know that there is one which has endured (to be sure some have been cut short by death) till now."- Byron Diary, 1821.] 2 ["At Harrow I fought my way very fairly. I think I lost but one battle out of seven."- Ibid.] 3 [They show a tomb in the churchyard at Harrow, commanding a view over Windsor, which was so well known to be his favourite resting-place, that the boys called it" Byron's Tomb;" and here, they say, he used to sit for hours, wrapt up in thought.] 4 [For the display of his declamatory powers, on the speech-days, he selected always the most vehement passages ; such as the speech of Zanga over the body of Alonzo, and Lear's address to the storm.] ΤΟ Μ OH! did those eyes, instead of fire, Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam, The skies might claim thee for their own: Therefore, to guard her dearest work, Lest angels might dispute the prize, She bade a secret lightning lurk Within those once celestial eyes. These might the boldest sylph appal, But who can dare thine ardent gaze? "Tis said that Berenice's hair In stars adorns the vault of heaven; But they would ne'er permit thee there, Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven. 5 Mossop, a cotemporary of Garrick, famous for his per formance of Zanga. 6 ["My grand patron, Dr. Drury, had a great notion that I should turn out an orator, from my fluency, my turbulence, my voice, my copiousness of declamation, and my action.". Byron Diary.] 7[In the private volume the two last stanzas ran "I thought this poor brain, fever'd even to madness, Of tears, as of reason, for ever was drain'd; But the drops which now flow down this bosom of sadness, Convince me the springs have some moisture retain'd. "Sweet scenes of my childhood! your blest recollection Has wrung from these eyelids, to weeping long dead, In torrents the tears of my warmest affection, The last and the fondest I ever shall shed."] When join'd with hope, when still possessing; "Woman, thy vows are traced in sand." 2 TO M. S. G. WHEN I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive; For in visions alone your affection can live,— Then, Morpheus ! envelope my faculties fast, Should the dream of to-night but resemble the last, They tell us that slumber, the sister of death, Mortality's emblem is given; To fate how I long to resign my frail breath, If this be a foretaste of heaven! Ah! frown not, sweet lady, unbend your soft brow, If I win in my dream, I atone for it now, Though in vision's sweet lady, perhaps you may smile, Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Bia tag some business, do intreat her eyes, Tu twinkle in their spheres till they return."-SHAKS. The fast line is almost a literal translation from a SpaLER ESTETU. **or this" Mary," who is not to be confounded with the Bess of Annesley, or Mary" of Aberdeen, all that has bra stained is, that she was of an humble, if not equi In this life of probation for rapture divine, Who kneels to the god, on his altar of light DAMÆTAS. Is law an infant 1, and in years a boy, In mind a slave to every vicious joy; From every sense of shame and virtue wean'd; In lies an adept, in deceit a fiend; Versed in hypocrisy, while yet a child; Woman his dupe, his heedless friend a tool; Old in the world, though scarcely broke from school; All I shall therefore say (whate'er I think, is neither here nor there) Is, that such lips, of looks endearing, TO MARION. MARION! why that pensive brow? Spite of all thou fain wouldst say, St in truant beams they play. She blushes, curt'sies, frowns in short she Dreads lest the subject should transport me; In law every person is an infant who has not attained the kay vá "renty-one. *("When I went up to Trinity, in 1805, at the age of seand a half, I was miserable and untoward to a degree. was wretched at learing Harrow-wretched at going to Care sige tristead of Oxford- wretched from some private math circuro stances of different kinds; and, consequently, aldas umacial as a wolf taken from the troop."-Diary. More adds, "The sort of life which young Byron led the period. between the dissipations of London and of Cd, with a home to welcome, or even the roof age relative to receive him, was but little calculated TO A LADY WHO PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR A LOCK OF HAIR BRAIDED WITH HIS OWN, AND APPOINTED A NIGHT IN DECEMBER TO MEET HIM IN THE GARDEN. 3 THESE locks, which fondly thus entwine, Or doom the lover you have chosen, to render him satisfied either with himself or the world. Unrestricted as he was by deference to any will but his own, even the pleasures to which he was naturally most inclined prematurely palled upon him, for want of those best zests of all enjoyment- rarity and restraint."] 3 [See antè, p. 387. note.] In the above little piece the author has been accused by some candid readers of introducing the name of a lady from whom he was some hundred miles distant at the time this was written; and poor Juliet, who has slept so long in the tomb of all the Capulets," has been converted, with a trifling |