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thou wouldst know more of this tear, speak to it—it will answer thee." Then I marveled, saying, "Can a tear answer?""Yea," responded Uriel; "this tear is not as other tears,-it hath a spirit within it, and a voice, for the sake of the maiden Leila by whom it was shed."

Then,

methinks, I spoke to the tear, and a voice arose from its bed of sapphire in reply.

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Neither Mirth invoked me here,
(Yet thou seest I am a tear,)
Nor Despair's terrific dart

Bade me from my fountain start :
Tear like me had never birth
Or by Sorrow or by Mirth.
Whilome was my fountain dry,
Laughter beam'd in Leila's eye;
Round her bosom Joy was flung,
Mirth was floating on her tongue;
And her step was gay and light,
And her eye was pure and bright;
And her soul, with Rapture fraught,
Harbor'd no desponding thought.
But a vision of Distress
Came athwart her loveliness,
Like a thunder-cloud in June,
Or a mist before the moon :
Straight the voice of Pity fell
O'er her spirit, as a spell,
And her eye distill'd a tear,
Lovelier than Grief may rear.
Unto me the power was given
Leila's cause to plead in Heaven,
For I have been shed upon
Others' sorrows-not her own.

And I inclined my head while the voice was yet speaking; and it seemed to come from the drop within the vessel of sapphire-and I knew

common means, that hideous phantom overpowered those who could not believe it was possible it could at all exist, except on the principles which habit, rather than nature, had persuaded them were necessary to their own particular welfare, and their own ordinary modes of action. But the constitution of any political being, as well as that of any physical being, ought to be known, before we can venture to say what is fit for its conservation, or what is the proper measure of its power. The poison of other states is the food of the new Republic. That bankruptcy, the very apprehension of which is one of the causes assigned for the fall of the monarchy, was the capital on which she opened her traffic with the world.

"The Republic of Regicides, with an annihilated revenue, with defaced manufactures, with a ruined commerce, with an uncultivated and half-depopulated country, with a discontented, distressed, enslaved and famished people, passing with a rapid, eccentric, incalculable course, from the wildest anarchy to the sternest despotism, has actually conquered the finest parts of Europe; has distressed, disunited, deranged, and broke to pieces all the

rest, and so subdued the minds of the rulers in every nation, that hardly any resource presents itself to them, except that of entitling themselves to a contemptuous mercy by a display of their imbecility and meanness. Their ambition is only to be admitted to a more favored class in the order of servitude under that domineering power."

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Of this admired passage, as of many others in Burke, it may be remarked, that the philosophy and the eloquence, which constitute its excellences, are mutually weakened by this strange admixture. heated imagination is damped in its career by the sudden interposition of a profound maxim; and the philosophy itself, by this unnatural location, assumes the air of a rhetorical flourish or poetical exaggeration. But these deformities, which would ruin an inferior writer, disappear, in the vastness of Burke's transcendant genius, as the mountainous irregularities on the globe disturb not the rotundity of that immense surface. We feel as if in the presence of a great master, whose powers it is not permitted us to question, and whose works we dare hardly venture to criticise.

THE TEAR.

BY A MODERN PYTHAGOREAN.

I was led in a dream to the gate of the Upper Heaven, and I saw many sights on which I must be silent; and I heard many sweet sounds, like the voices of angels, hymning to their lyres. And the seraph Uriel was with me, for he is the regent of the sun, and the conductor of errant sojourners through the paths of Infinity. And the light of Heaven dazzled mine eyes long before I reached its glorious portal; and I must have sunk beneath its insufferable splendor, had not the angel shaded me with his ambrosial wings, and touched mine eyes with balm of amarant, which grows only in Heaven. And when he touched them with this balm, I felt them strengthened, and I could gaze undazzled on any part of the bright Kingdom save one; and I asked Uriel the cause of this surpassing light, and he said it was the light of the Sanctuary. And, lo! at the gate of Heaven stood a pedestal of jasper, and on this pedestal a vessel of pure sapphire, encircled with gold, and within this vessel lay a tear, which evaporated not in the light of Heaven, but remained the same foreAnd I said unto the angel, "Whence cometh this tear?" And he answered, "From the eye of an earth-born maiden, named Leila; if

ver.

thou wouldst know more of this tear, speak to it-it will answer thee." Then I marveled, saying, "Can a tear answer?"-"Yea," responded Uriel; "this tear is not as other tears,-it hath a spirit within it, and a voice, for the sake of the maiden Leila by whom it was shed." Then, methinks, I spoke to the tear, and a voice arose from its bed of sapphire in reply.

BARD.

Crystal gem of mortal birth,
Fairer than the gems of earth,
Was it Grief that bade thee mount
Upwards from thy coral fount?
Was it Care, with dewy sigh,
Moulded thee on Leila's eye?

TEAR.

Minstrel, nay, it was not Care
With his breath that framed me there;
Neither did I quit my fount,
From its crystal floor to mount,

(Like the dew on autumn's leaf,)
By the sceptred spell of Grief.

BARD.

Jewel of a maiden fair,

Was it Mirth that brought thee there?
Was it touch of Laughter's spell

That o'erflow'd thine azure well?

TEAR.

Neither Mirth invoked me here,
(Yet thou seest I am a tear,)
Nor Despair's terrific dart
Bade me from my fountain start:
Tear like me had never birth
Or by Sorrow or by Mirth.
Whilome was my fountain dry,
Laughter beam'd in Leila's eye;
Round her bosom Joy was flung,
Mirth was floating on her tongue;
And her step was gay and light,
And her eye was pure and bright;
And her soul, with Rapture fraught,
Harbor'd no desponding thought.
But a vision of Distress
Came athwart her loveliness,
Like a thunder-cloud in June,
Or a mist before the moon:
Straight the voice of Pity fell
O'er her spirit, as a spell,
And her eye distill'd a tear,
Lovelier than Grief may rear.
Unto me the power was given
Leila's cause to plead in Heaven,
For I have been shed upon
Others' sorrows-not her own.

And I inclined my head while the voice was yet speaking; and it seemed to come from the drop within the vessel of sapphire-and I knew

the tear to be a spirit. And I said to Uriel, "Do all tears find their way to Heaven?" But he answered, "Nay-none but those of compassion. All other tears perish, as a drop of water, when they are shed: but those of pity come hither, and, after sojourning for a season at the gate of Heaven, lo! some of them are changed into jewels, and hang upon the crowns of the archangels; others are mingled with the fountain of benevolence, and they all plead with seraphic tongues for those that shed them." And I knew from this response of the angel that there were no tears like those of compassion.

MR. GALT'S FIRST ACQUAINTANCE WITH LORD BYRON.

IT was at Gibraltar that I first fell in with Lord Byron. I had arrived there in the packet from England, in indifferent health, on my way to Sicily. I hahen no intention of traveling; I only went a trip, intending to returfome after spending a few weeks in Malta, Sicily, and Sardinia; having, before my departure, entered into the society of Lincoln's Inn, with the design of studying the law.

At this time my friend, the late Colonel Wright, of the artillery, was secretary to the governor; and, during the short stay of the packet at the rock, he invited me to the hospitalities of his house, and among other civilities gave me admission to the garrison library.

The day, I well remember, was exceedingly sultry. The air was sickly; and if the wind was not a sirocco, it was a withering levanter -oppressive to the functions of life, and to an invalid denying all exercise. Instead of rambling over the fortifications, I was, in consequence, constrained to spend the hottest part of the day in the library; and while sitting there, a young man came in and seated himself opposite to me at the table where I was reading. Something in his appearance attracted my attention. His dress indicated a Londoner of some fashion, partly by its neatness and simplicity, with just so much of a peculiarity of style as served to show, that although he belonged to the order of metropolitan beaux, he was not altogether a common one.

I thought his face not unknown

to me; I began to conjecture where I could have seen him; and, after an unobserved scrutiny, to speculate both as to his character and vocation. His physiognomy was prepossessing and intelligent; but ever and anon his brows lowered and gathered-a habit, as I then thought, with a degree of affectation in it, probably first assumed for picturesque effect and energetic expression; but which I afterwards discovered was undoubtedly the occasional scowl of some unpleasant reminiscence: it was certainly disagreeable-forbidding; but still the general cast of his features was impressed with elegance and character.

At dinner, a large party assembled at Colonel Wright's; among others the Countess of Westmoreland, with Tom Sheridan and his beautiful wife; and it happened that Sheridan, in relating the local news of the morning, mentioned that Lord Byron and Mr. Hobhouse had come in from Spain, and were to proceed up the Mediterranean in the packet. He was not acquainted with either.

On the following evening I embarked early, and soon after the two travellers came on board; in one of whom I recognised the visiter to the library, and he proved to be Lord Byron. In the little bustle and process of embarking their luggage, his lordship affected, as it seemed to me, more aristocracy than befitted his years or the occasion; --and I then thought of his singular scowl, and suspected him of pride

and irascibility. The impression that evening was not agreeable, but it was interesting; and that forehead mark, the frown, was calculated to awaken curiosity, and beget conjectures. *

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Our passage to Sardinia was tardy, owing to calms; but, in other respects, pleasant. About the third day Byron relented from his rapt mood, as if he felt it was out of place, and became playful, and disposed to contribute his fair proportion to wile away the tediousness of the dull voyage. Among other expedients for that purpose, we had recourse to shooting at bottles. Byron, I think, supplied the pistols, and was the best shot, but not very preeminently so. In the calms, the jollyboat was several times lowered; and, on one of those occasions, his lordship, with the captain, caught a turtle-I rather think two; we likewise hooked a shark, part of which was dressed for breakfast, and tasted, without relish; your shark is but a cannibal dainty. *

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Had we parted at Cagliari, it is probable that I should have retained a much more favorable recollection of Mr. Hobhouse than of Lord Byron; for he was a cheerful companion, full of odd and droll stories, which he told extremely well; he was also good humored and intelligentaltogether an advantageous specimen of a well-educated English gentleman. Moreover, I was at the time afflicted with a nervous dejection, which the occasional exhiliration produced by his anecdotes and college tales often materially dissipated-though, for the most part, they were more after the manner and matter of Swift than of Addison.

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knowledge of the world by always
dining so sparely. If my remem-
brance is not treacherous, he only
spent one evening in the cabin with
-the evening before we came to
anchor at Cagliari; for, when the
lights were placed, he made himself
a man forbid; took his station on
the railing between the pegs on
which the sheets are belayed and
the shrouds, and there, for hours,
sat in silence, enamored, it may
be, of the moon.
All these pe-

culiarities, with his caprices, and
something inexplicable in the cast
of his metaphysics, while they served
to awaken interest, contributed little
to conciliate esteem.
to conciliate esteem. He was often
strangely rapt-it n. have been
from his genius; and, had its gran-
deur and darkness been then di-
vulged, susceptible of explanation;
but, at the time, it threw, as it were,
around him the sackcloth of peni-
tence. Sitting amidst the shrouds
and rattlings, in the tranquillity of
the moonlight, churming an inarti-
culate melody, he seemed almost
apparitional, suggesting dim remi-
niscences of him who shot the alba-
tros. He was a mystery in a
winding-sheet crowned with a halo.

The influence of the incompre-
hensible phantasma which hovered
about Lord Byron, has been more
or less felt by all who ever approach-
ed him. That he sometimes came
out of the cloud, and was familiar
and earthly, is true; but his dwelling
was amidst the murk and the mist,
and the home of his spirit in the
abysm of the storm, and the hiding-
places of guilt. He was, at the
time of which I am speaking, scarce-
ly two-and-twenty, and could claim
no higher praise than having written
a clever worldly-minded satire ;
and yet it was impossible, even then,
to reflect on the bias of his mind, as
it was revealed by the casualties of
conversation, without experiencing
a presentiment that he was destined
to execute some singular and omi-
He nous purpose.
The description he
has given of Manfred in his youth,
was of himself.

Byron was, during the passage, in delicate health, and upon an abstemious regimen. He rarely tasted wine, nor more than half a glass, mingled with water, when he did. He ate little; no animal food, but only bread and vegetables. reminded me of the goul that picked rice with a needle; for it was manifest, that he had not acquired his

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