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(22) In the Winter of 1805.
(25) In the gardens of the Vatican, where it was placed by Julius II., it was long the favorite study of those great men to whom we owe the revival of the arts, Michael Angelo, Raphael and the Caracci.
(26) Once in the possession of Praxiteles, if we may believe an ancient epigram on the Guidian Venus. – Amalecta Vet. Poetarum, III. 200.
(27). On the death of her sister, in 1805.
(28) In the twelfth century William Fitz-Duncan laid waste the valleys of Craven with fire and sword; and was afterwards established there by his uncle, David, King of Scotland.
He was the last of the race ; his son, commonly called the Boy of Egremond, dying before him in the manner here related ; when a Priory was removed from Embsay to Bolton, that it might be as near as possible to the place where the accident happened. That place is still known by the name of the Strid ; and the mother's answer, as given in the first stanza, is to this day often repeated in Wharfedale. — See Whitaker’s Hist. of Craven.
(29) Signifying in the Gaelic language an isthmus.
(32) There is a beautiful story, delivered down to us from antiquity, which will here, perhaps, occur to the reader.
Icarius, when he gave Penelope in marriage to Ulysses, endeavored to persuade him to dwell in Lacedaemon, and, when all he urged was to no purpose, he entreated his daughter to remain with him. When Ulysses set out with his bride for Ithaca, the old man followed the chariot till, overcome by his importunity, Ulysses consented that it should be left to Penelope to decide whether she would proceed with him or return with her father. It is related, says Pausanias, that she made no reply, but that she covered herself with her veil ; and that Icarius, perceiving at once by it that she inclined to Ulysses, suffered her to depart with him.
A statue was afterwards placed by her father as a memorial in that part of the road where she had covered herself with her veil. It was still standing there in the days of Pausanias, and was called the statue of Modesty.
(33) A Turkish superstition.
(34) At Woburn Abbey.
(87) Venez voir le peu qui nous reste de tant de grandeur, &c. — Bossuet. Oraison Junebre de Louis de Bourbon.
(88) Et rien enfin ne manque dans tous ces honneurs, que celui à qui on les rend. — Bossuet. Oraison funèbre de Louis de Bourbon.
(39) How strange, said he to me, are the impressions that sometimes follow a battle ! After the battle of Assaye I slept in a farm-house, and so great had been the slaughter that whenever I awoke, which I did continually through the night, it struck me that I had lost all my friends, nor could I bring myself to think otherwise till morning came, and one by one I saw those that were living.
(40) On Friday, the 19th of November, 1830, there was an assembly at Bridgewater House, a house which has long ceased to be, and of which no stone is now resting on another. It was there that I saw a lady whose beauty was the least of her attractions, and she said, “I never see you now.”—“When may I come 2" — “Come on Sunday at five.”—“At five, then, you shall see me.”—“Remember five.” – And through the evening, wherever I went, a voice followed me, repeating, in a tone of mock solemnity, “Remember five : " It was the voice of one who had overheard us ; and little did he think what was to take place at five. On Sunday, when the time drew near, it struck me as I was leaving Lord Holland’s, in Durlington-street, that I had some engagement, so little had I thought of it, and I repaired to the house, No. 4, in Carlton Gardens. There were the Duke of Wellington’s horses at the door, and I said, “The duke is here.”—“But you are expected, sir.” — I went in and found him sitting with the lady of the house, the lady who had made the appointment, nor was it long before he spoke as follows: “They want me to place myself at the head of a faction, but I tell them that I never Will. “To-morrow I shall give up my office and go down into my county, to restore order there, if I can restore it. When I return, I shall take my place in Parliament, to approve when I can approve ; and when I cannot, to say so. I have now served my country forty years, twenty in the field and ten—if not more — in the cabinet ; nor, while I live, shall I be found wanting, wherever I may be. But never — no, never — will I place myself at the head of a faction.” Having met Lord Grey, who was to succeed him in his office, again and again under my roof, and knowing our intimacy, he meant that these words should be repeated to him ; and so they were, word for word, on that very night.
(41) North America speaks for itself; and so indeed may we say of India, when such a territory is ours in a region so remote ; when a company of merchants, from such small beginnings, have established a dominion so absolute, – a dominion over a people for ages civilized and cultivated, while we were yet in the woods. Y.
(42) Alluding to the battle of Waterloo. The illustrious man who commanded there on our side, and who, in his anxiety to do justice to others, never fails to forget himself, said to me many years afterwards, with some agitation, when relating an occurrence of that day, “It was a battle of giants : a battle of giants : ”
(43) Parliament had only to register the edict of the people. — Channing.
IN this poem the author has endeavored to describe his journey through a beautiful country ; and it may not perhaps be uninteresting to those who have learnt to live in past times as well as present, and whose minds are familiar with the events and the people that have rendered Italy so illustrious ; for, wherever he came, he could not but remember ; nor is he conscious of having slept over any ground that has been “dignified by wisdom, bravery or virtue.” &
Much of it was originally published as it was written on the spot. He has since, on a second visit, revised it throughout, and added many stories from the old chroniclers, and many notes illustrative of the manners, CuStoms and superstitions, there.