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"September 28th. and Lord Byron was known to have expressed warm “Saw the tree, planted in honour of the battle of admiration of the opening lines of the poem, Morat; three hundred and forty years old; a good There was, therefore, on their present meeting at deal decayed. Left Fribourg, but first saw the ca- Geneva, no want of disposition towards acquaintance thedral; high tower. Overtook the baggage of the on either side, and an intimacy almost immediately nuns of La Trappe, who are removing to Normandy; sprung up between them. Among the tastes comafterwards a coach, with a quantity of nuns in it. mon to both, that for boating was not the least Proceeded along the banks of the lake of Neuchatel; strong; and in this beautiful region they had more very pleasing and soft, but not so mountainous—at than ordinary temptations to indulge in it. Every least, the Jura, not appearing so, after the Bernese evening, during their residence under the same roof Alps. Reached Yverdun in the dusk; a long line of at Sécheron, they embarked, accompanied by the large trees on the border of the lake; fine and sombre; ladies and Polidori, on the Lake; and to the feelings the Auberge nearly full—a German princess and and fancies inspired by these excursions, which were suite; got rooms.
not unfrequently prolonged into the hours of moon
light, we are indebted for some of those enchanting "September 29th.
stanzas,* in which the poet has given way to his “Passed through a fine and flourishing country, but not mountainous. In the evening reached Au passionate love of Nature so fervidly. bonne (the entrance and bridge something like that
“ There breathes a living fragrance from the shore of Durham), which commands by far the fairest view of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear of the lake of Geneva: twilight; the moon on the lake;
Drips the light drop of the suspended oar. a grove on the height, and of very noble trees. Here
At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Tavernier (the eastern traveller) bought (or built) the
Starts into voice a moment, then is still. chateau, because the site resembled and equalled that There seems a floating whisper on the hill, of Erivan, a frontier city of Persia; here he finished But that is fancy,--for the starlight dews
All silently their tears of love instil, his voyages, and I this little excursion,- for I am
Weeping themselves away.” within a few hours of Diodati, and have little more to see, and no more to say."
A person who was of these parties has thus described to me one of their evenings.
When the With the following melancholy passage this Journal | bise or north-east wind blows, the waters of the Lake concludes:
are driven towards the town, and, with the stream of
the Rhone, which sets strongly in the same direction, “ In the weather for this tour (of 13 days), I have combine to make a very rapid current towards the been very fortunate-fortunate in a companion harbour. Carelessly, one evening, we had yielded to (Mr. H.)—fortunate in our prospects, and exempt its course, till we found ourselves almost driven on from even the little petty accidents and delays which the piles; and it required all our rowers' strength to often render journeys in a less wild country dis- master the tide. The waves were high and inspiappointing. I was disposed to be pleased. I am a
riting, we were all animated by our contest with the lover of nature and an admirer of beauty. I can bear elements. “I will sing you an Albanian song,' cried fatigue and welcome privation, and have seen some Lord Byron ; ‘now be sentimental and give me all of the noblest views in the world. But in all this your attention.' It was a strange, wild howl that he the recollection of bitterness, and more especially of
gave forth; but such as, he declared, was an exact recent and more home desolation, which must accom
imitation of the savage Albanian mode,--aughing, pany me through life, have preyed upon me here; the while, at our disappointment, who had expected and neither the music of the shepherd, the crashing a wild Eastern melody.” of the avalanche, nor the torrent, the mountain, the
Sometimes the party landed, for a walk upon the glacier, the forest, nor the cloud, have for one mo shore, and, on such occasions, Lord Byron would *ment lightened the weight upon my heart, nor enabled loiter behind the rest, lazily trailing his sword-stick
nie to lose my own wretched identity in the majesty, along, and moulding, as he went, his thronging and the power, and the glory, around, above, and thoughts into shape. Often too, when in the boat, and bencath me
he would lean abstractedly over the side, and sur
render himself up, in silence, to the same absorbing Among the inmates at Sécheron, on his arrival at
task. Geneva, Lord Byron had found Mr. and Mrs. Shel
The conversation of Mr Shelley, from the extent ley, and a female relative of the latter, who had about of his poetic reading, and the strange, mystic specua fortniglit before taken up their residence at this lations into which his system of philosophy led him, hotel. It was the first time that Lord Byron and
was of a nature strongly to arrest and interest the Mr. Shelley ever met; though, long before, when the attention of Lord Byron, and to torn him away from latter was quite a youth,-being the younger of the worldly associations and topics into more abstract two by four or five years,—he had sent to the noble and untrodden ways of thought. As far as conpoet a copy of his Queen Mab, accompanied by a trast
, indeed, is an enlivening ingredient of such letter, in which, after detailing at full length all the intercourse, it would be difficult to find two persons accusations he had heard brought against his cha- more formed to whet each other's faculties by disracter, he added, that, should these charges not have cussion, as on few points of common interest between been true, it would make himn happy to be honoured them did their opinions agree; and that this difference with his acquaintance. The book alone, it appears, reached its destination, the letter having miscarried,
* Childe Harald, Canto 3.
had its root deep in the conformation of their re- the opinions of his companion were not altogether spective minds needs but a glance through the rich, without some influence on his mind. Here and there, glititering labyrinth of Mr Shelley's pages to assure among those fine bursts of passion and description
that abound in the Third Canto of Childe Harold, In Lord Byron, the real was nerer forgotten in the
may be discovered traces of that mysticism of fanciful. However Imagination had placed her meaning,—that sublimity, losing itself in its own whole realm at his disposal, he was no less a man of vagueness, which so much characterized the this world than a ruler of hers; and, accordingly, writings of his extraordinary friend ; and in one of the through the airiest and most subtile creations of his notes we find Shelley's favourite Pantheism of Love brain still the life-blood of truth and reality circulates. thus glanced at :-“But this is not all: the feeling With Shelley it was far otherwise ;-his fancy (and with which all around Clarens and the opposite rocks he bad sufficient for a whole generation of poets) was
of Meillerie is invested, is of a still higher and more the medium through which he saw all things, his comprehensive order than the mere sympathy with facts as well as his theories; and not only the greater individual passion; it is a sense of the existence of part of his poetry, but the political and philosophical love in its '
most extended and sublime capacity, speculations in which he indulged, were all distilled and of our own participation of its good and of its through the same over-refining and unrealizing glory: it is the great principle of the universe, which alembic. Having started as a teacher and reformer is there more condensed, but not less manifested; of the world, at an age when he could know nothing and of which, though knowing ourselves a part, we of the world but from fancy, the persecution he lose our individuality, and mingle in the beauty of met with on the threshold of this boyish enterprise the whole.” but confirmed him in his first paradoxical views of Another proof of the ductility with which he fell human ills and their remedies; and, instead of waiting into his new friend's tastes and predilections, appears to take lessons of authority and experience, he, with | in the tinge, if not something deeper, of the manner a courage, admirable had it been but wisely directed, and cast of thinking of Mr. Wordsworth, which is made war upon both. From this sort of self- traceable through so many of his most beautiful willed start in the world, an impulse was at once stanzas. Being naturally, from his love of the given to his opinions and powers directly contrary, it abstract and imaginative, an adınirer of the great poet would seem, to their natural bias, and from which of the Lakes, Mr. Shelley omitted no opportunity of his life was too short to allow him time to recover. bringing the beauties of his favourite writer under With a mind, by nature, fervidly pious, he yet re
the notice of Lord Byron; and it is not surprising fused to acknowledge a Supreme Providence, and that, once persuaded into a fair perusal, the mind of substituted some airy abstraction of “Universal Love" the noble poet should—in spite of some personal and in its place. An aristocrat by birth and, as I under-political prejudices which unluckily survived this stand, also in appearance and manners, he was yet a
short access of admiration—not only feel the influence leveller in polititics, and to such an Utopian extent but, in some degree, even reflect the hues of one of the as to be, seriously, the advocate of a community of very few real and original poets that this age (fertile property. With a delicacy and even romance of as it is in rhymers quales ego et Cluvienus) has had sentiment, which lends such grace to some of his the glory of producing. lesser poems, he could notwithstanding contemplate
When Polidori was of their party (which, till he a change in the relations of the sexes, which would found attractions elsewhere, was generally the case), have led to results fully as gross as his arguments for their more elevated subjects of conversation were it were fastidious and refined; and though benevolent almost always put to flight by the strange sallies of and generous to an extent that seemed to exclude all this eccentric young man, whose vanity inade him a idea of selfishness, he yet scrupled not, in the pride constant butt for Lord Byron's sarcasm and merriof system, to disturb wantonly the faith of his fellow- ment. The son of a highly respectable Italian men, and, without substituting any equivalent good gentleman, who was in early life, I understand, the in its place, to rob the wretched of a hope, which, secretary of Alfieri, Polidori seems to have possessed even if false, would be worth all this world's best both talents and dispositions which, had he lived, truths.
might have rendered him a useful member of his Upon no point were the opposite tendencies of the profession and of society. At the time, however, of two friends,—to long established opinions and matter which we are speaking, his ambition of distinction far of fact on one side, and to all that was most innovat- outwent both his powers and opportunities of ing and visionary on the other,-more observable attaining it. His mind, accordingly, between ardour than in their notions on philosophical subjects; Lord and weakness, was kept in a constant hectic of Byron being, with the great bulk of mankind, a vanity, and he seems to have alternately provoked believer in the existence of Matter and Evil, while and amused his noble employer, leaving him seldon Shelley so far refined upon the theory of Berkeley as any escape from anger but in laughter. Among other not only to resolve the whole of Creation into spirit, pretensions, he had set his heart upon shining as an but to add also to this immaterial system some per- author, and one evening, at Mr. Shelley's producing vading principle, some abstract non-entity of Love and a tragedy of his own writing, insisted that they should Beauty, of which—as a substitute, at least, for Deity undergo the operation of hearing it. To lighten the -the philosophic bishop had never dreamed. On infliction, Lord Byron took upon himself the task of such subjects, and on poetry, their conversation reader; and the whole scene, from the description generally turned; and, as might be expected from I have heard of it, must have been not a little trying Lord Byron's facility in receiving new impressions, to gravity. In spite of the jealous watch kept upon
every countenance by the author, it was impossible The liberty, indeed, which this young person alto withstand the smile lurking in the eye of the reader, lowed himself was, on one occasion, the means of whose only resource against the outbreak of his own bringing an imputation upon the poet's hospitality laughter lay in lauding, from time to time, most and good-breeding, which, like every thing else, true vehemently, the sublimity of the verses;—particularly or false, tending to cast a shade upon his character, some that began “'Tis thus the goîter'd idiot of the was for some time circulated with most industrious Alps”—and then adding, at the close of every such zeal. Without any authority from the noble owner of eulogy, “I assure you, when I was in the Drury- the mansion, he took upon himself to invite some lane Committee, inuch worse things were offered to Genevese gentlemen (M. Pictet, and, I believe,
M. Bonstetten) to dine at Diodati; and the punishAfter passing a fortnight under the same roof with ment which Lord Byron thought it right to inflict upon Lord Byron at Sécheron, Mr. and Mrs. Shelley him for such freedom was, as he had invited the removed to a small house on the Mont-Blanc side of guests, to leave him also to entertain them.” This the Lake, within about ten minutes' walk of the villa step, though merely a consequence of the physician's which their noble friend had taken, upon the high indiscretion, it was not difficult, of course, to convert banks, called Belle Rive, that rose immediately be into a serious charge of caprice and rudeness against hind them. During the fortnight that Lord Byron the host himself. outstaid them at Sécheron, though the weather had By such repeated instances of thoughtlessness (to changed and was become windy and cloudy, he every use'no harsher term), it is not wonderful that Lord evening crossed the Lake, with Polidori, to visit Byron should at last be driven into a feeling of distaste them; and, “as he returned again (says my in- towards his medical companion, of whom he one day formant) over the darkened waters, the wind, from remarked, that he was exactly the kind of person far across, bore us his voice singing your Tyrolese to whom, if he fell overboard, one would hold out a Song of Liberty, which I then first heard, and which straw, to know if the adage be true that drowning is to me inextricably linked with his remembrance." men catch at straws.”
In the mean time, Polidori had become jealous of A few more anecdotes of this young man, while in the growing intimacy of his noble patron with Shelley; the service of Lord Byron, may, as throwing light and the plan which he now understood them to have upon the character of the latter, be not inapproformed of making a tour of the Lake without him priately introduced. While the whole party were, completed his mortification. In the soreness of his one day, out boating, Polidori, by some accident, in feelings on this subject he indulged in some intem- rowing, struck Lord Byron violently on the knee-pan perate remonstrauces, which Lord Byron indignantly with his oar; and the latter, without speaking, turned resented;
and the usual bounds of courtesy being his face away to hide the pain. After a moment he passed on both sides, the dismissal of Polidori ap- said, “Be so kind, Polidori, another time, to take peared, even to himself, inevitable. With this pros- more care, for you hurt me very much." "I am glad pect, which he considered nothing less than ruin, of it," answered the other ; “I am glad to see you before his eyes, the poor young man was, it seems, ou can suffer pain.” In a calm, suppressed tone, Lord the point of committing that fatal act which, two or Byron replied, “Let me advise you, Polidori, when three years afterwards, he actually did perpetrate. you, another time, hurt any one, not to express your Retiring to his own room, he had already drawn forth satisfaction. People don't like to be told that those the poison from his medicine chest, and was pausing who give them pain are glad of it; and they cannot to consider whether he should write a letter before he always command their anger. It was with some diftook it, when Lord Byron (without, however, the ficulty that I refrained from throwing you into the least suspicion of his intention) tapped at the door and water, and, but for Mrs. Shelley's presence, I should entered, with his hand held forth in sign of recon- probably have done some such rash thing." " This ciliation. The sudden reyulsion was too much for was said without ill-temper, and the cloud soon passed poor Polidori, who burst into tears; and, in relating away. all the circumstances of the occurrence afterwards, he Another time, when the lady just mentioned was, declared that nothing could exceed the gentle kind- after a shower of rain, walking up the hill to Diodati
, ness of Lord Byron in soothing his mind and restoring Lord Byron, who saw her from his balcony where he him to composure.
was standing with Polidori, said to the latter, “Now, Soon after this "the noble poet removed to Diodati. you who wish to be gallant ought to jump down this He had, on his first coming to Geneva, with the good small height and offer your arm.” Polidori chose the natured view of introducing Polidori into company, easiest part of the declivity and leaped ;--but, the gone to several Genevese parties; but, this task per ground being wet, his foot slipped and he sprained formed, he retired altogether from society, till late in his ancle.* Lord Byron instantly helped to carry him the summer, when, as we have seen, he visited Copet. in and procure cold water for the foot ; and, after he His means were at this time very limited, and though was laid on the sofa, perceiving that he was uneasy, he lived by no means parsimoniously, all unnecessary went up stairs himself (an exertion which his lameness expenses were avoided in his establishment. The made painful and disagreeable) to fetch a pillow for young physician had been, at first, a source of much him. “Well, I did not believe you had so much expense to him, being in the habit of hiring a carriage, feeling," was Polidori's gracious remark, which, it at a louis a day (Lord Byron not theu keeping horses) may be supposed, not a little clouded the noble poet's to take him to his evening parties; and it was some brow. time before. his noble patron had the courage to put * To this lameness of Polidori, one of the preceding letthis luxury down.
ters of Lord Byron alludes.
A dialogue which Lord Byron himself used to men- one evening, but, from the narrative being in prose, tion as having taken place between them during their made but little progress in filling up his outline. The journey on the Rhine, is amusingly characteristic of most memorable result, indeed, of their story-telling both the persons concerned. “ After all,” said the compact, was Mrs. Shelley's wild and powerful rophysician, “what is there you can do that I cannot ?" mance of Frankenstein,-one of those original concep-“Why, since you force me to say,” answered the tions that take hold of the public mind at once and other, “I think there are three things I can do which for ever. you cannot.” Polidori defied him to name them. “I Towards the latter end of June, as we have seen can,” said Lord Byron, “swim across that river-I in one of the preceding letters, Lord Byron, accomcan snuff out that candle with a pistol-shot at the panied by his friend Shelley, made a tour in his boat distance of twenty paces—And I have written a round the Lake, and visited, “ with the Heloise poem* of which 14,000 copies were sold in one day.” before him,” all those scenes around Meillerie and
The jealous pique of the doctor against Shelley was Clarens, which have become consecrated for ever by constantly breaking out, and on the occasion of some ideal passion, and by that power which Genius alone victory which the latter had gained over him in a possesses, of giving such life to its dreams as to sailing-match, he took it into his head that his anta- make them seem realities. In the squall off Meillerie, gonist had treated him with contempt; and went so which he mentions, their danger was considerable. * far, in consequence, notwithstanding Shelley's known In the expectation, every moment, of being obliged sentiments against duelling, as to proffer him a sort of to swim for his life, Lord Byron had already thrown challenge, at which Shelley, as might be expected, off his coat, and, as Shelley was no swimmer, insisted only laughed. Lord Byron, however, fearing that the upon endeavouring, by some means, to save him. vivacious physician might still further take advantage This offer, however, Shelley positively refused ; and of this peculiarity of his friend, said to him, “Re- seating himself quietly upon a locker, and grasping collect, that though Shelley has some scruples about the rings at each end firmly in his hands, declared duelling, I have none; and shall be, at all times, his determination to go down in that position, without ready to take his place.”
a struggle.t At Diodati, his life was passed in the same regular Subjoined to that interesting little work, the “ Six round of habits and occupations into which, when Weeks' Tour,” there is a letter by Shelley himself, left to himself, he always naturally fell; a late break- giving an account of this excursion round the fast, then a visit to the Shelleys' cottage and an ex- Lake, and written with all the enthusiasm such scenes cursion on the Lake;-at five, dinner + (when he should inspire. In describing a beautiful child usually preferred being alone), and then, if the weather they saw at the village of Nerni, he says, “ My compermitted, an excursion again. He and Shelley had panion gave him a piece of money, which he took joined in purchasing a boat, for which they gave without speaking, with a sweet smile of easy thanktwenty-five louis,-a small sailing vessel, fitled to fulness, and then with an unembarrassed air turned stand the usual squalls of the climate, and, at that to his play." There were, indeed, few things Lord time, the only keeled boat on the Lake. When the Byron more delighted in than to watch beautiful weather did not allow of their excursions after dinner, children at play ;-—“ many a lovely Swiss child (says --an occurrence not unfrequent during this very wet a person who saw him daily at this time) received summer,-the inmates of the cottage passed their crowns from him as the reward of their grace and eveuings at Diodati, and, when the rain rendered it sweetness.” inconvenient for them to return home, remained there Speaking of their lodgings at Nerni, which were to sleep. “ We often,” says one, who was not the least gloomy and dirty, Mr. Shelley says, “On returning ornamental of the party,“ sat up in conversation till to our inn, we found that the servant had arranged the morning light. There was never any lack of sub- our rooms, and deprived them of the greater portion jects, and, grave or gay, we were always interested.” | of their former disconsolate appearance. They re
During a week of rain at this time, having amused themselves with reading German ghost-stories, they ** The wind (says Lord Byron's fellow-voyager) gradually agreed, at last, to write something in imitation of them. increased in violence until it blew tremendously; and, as
it came from the remotest extremity of the Lake, produced “ You and I,” said Lord vron to Mrs Shelley,
waves of a frightful height, and covered the whole surface « will publish ours together.” He then began his with a chaos of foam. One of our boatmen, who was a tale of the Vampire ; and, isaving the whole arranged dreadfully stupid fellow, persisted in holding the sail at in his head, repeated to them a sketch of the story #
a time when the boat was on the point of being driven un.
der water by the hurricane. On discovering this error, he * The Corsair.
let it entirely go, and the boat for a moment refused to † His system of diet here was regulated by an abstinence obey the helm ; in addition, the rudder was so broken as almost incredible. A thin slice of bread, with tea, at break- to render the management of it very difficult; one waye fell fast-a light, vegetable dinner, with a bottle or two of
in and then another." Seltzer water, tinged with vin de Grave, and in the evening, + " I felt, in this near prospect of death (says Mr Shelley), a cup of green tea, without milk or sugar, formed the whole a mixture of sensations, among which terror entered, of his sustenance. The pangs of hunger he appeased by though but subordinately. My feelings would have been privately chewing tobacco and smoking cigars.
less painful, had I been alone; but I knew that my comI From his remembrance of this sketch, Polidori after- panion would have attempted to save me, and I was overwards vamped up his strange novel of the Vampire, which, come with humiliation, when I thought that his life under the supposition of its being Lord Byron's, was receiv. might have been risked to preserve mine. When we ared with such enthusiasm in France It would, indeed, not a rived at St. Gingoux, thc inhabitants, who stood on the little deduct from our value of foreign fame, if what some shore, unaccustomed to see a vessel as frail as ours, and French writers have asserted be true, that the appearance fearing to venture at all on such a sea, exchanged looks of of this extravagant novel among our neighbours frst at- wonder and congratulation with vur boatmen, who, as tracted their attention to the genius of Byron.
well as ourselves, were well pleased to set foot on shore."
minded my companion of Greece: it was five years, une femme doit succomber aux opinions du monde ;” he said, since he had slept in such beds."
- her reply was, that all this might be very well to Luckily for Shelley's full enjoyment of these scenes, say, but that, in real life, the duty and necessity of he had never before happened to read the Heloise ; yielding belonged also to the man. Her eloquence, and though his companion had long been familiar with in short, so far succeeded that he was prevailed upon that romance, the sight of the region itself, the to write a letter to a friend in England, declaring
birthplace of deep Love,” every spot of which himself still willing to be reconciled to Lady Byron, seemed instinct with the passion of the story, gave -a concession not a little startling to those who had to the whole a fresh and actual existence in his mind,
80 often, lately, heard him declare that, “ having Both were under the spell of the Genius of the place, done all in his power to persuade Lady Byron to -both full of emotion; and as they walked silently return, and with this view put off as long as he could through the vineyards that were once the “ bosquet signing the deed of separation, that step being once de Julie,” Lord Byron suddenly exclaimed, “ Thank taken, they were now divided for ever." God, Polidori is not here."
Of the particulars of this brief negotiation that That the glowing stanzas suggested to him by this ensued upon Madame de Staël's suggestion, I have scene were written upon the spot itself appears al- no very accurate remembrance; but there can be most certain, from the letter addressed to Mr. Murray little doubt that its failure, after the violence he had on his way back to Diodati, in which he announces done his own pride in the overture, was what first the Third Canto as complete, and consisting of 117 infused any mixture of resentment or bitterness into stanzas. At Ouchy, near Lausanne,—the place the feelings hitherto entertained by him throughout from which that letter is dated,- he and his friend these painful differences. He had, indeed, since were detained two days, in a small inn, by the his arrival in Geneva, invariably spoken of his lady weather; and it was there, in that short interval, with kindness and regret, imputing the course she that he wrote his“ Prisoner of Chillon, adding one had taken, in leaving him, not to herself but others, more deathless association to the already immortalized and assigning whatever little share of blame he would localities of the Lake.
allow her to bear in the transaction to the simple and, On his return from this excursion to Diodati, an doubtless, true cause her not at all understanding occasion was afforded for the gratification of his jesting him. “ I have no doubt,” he would sometimes say, propensities by the avowal of the young physician that " that she really did believe me to be mad.”. -he had fallen in love. On the evening of this tender Another resolution connected with his matrimonial confession they both appeared at Shelley's cottage-affairs, in which he often, at this time, professed his Lord Byron, in the highest and most boyish spirits, fixed intention to persevere, was that of never allowrubbing his hands as he walked about the room, and ing himself to touch any part of his wife's fortune. in that utter incapacity of retention which was one of Such a sacrifice, there is no doubt, would have been, his faibles, making jesting allusions to the secret he in his situation, delicate and manly: but though the had just heard. The brow of the doctor darkened natural bent of his disposition led him to make the as this pleasantry went on, and, at last, he angrily resolution, he wanted,—what few, perhaps, could accused Lord Byron of hardness of heart. “ I never," have attained, the fortitude to keep it. said he,“ met with a 'person so unfeeling.” This The effects of the late struggle on his mind, in sally, though the poet had evidently brought it upon stirring up all its resources and energies, was visible hiinself, annoyed him most deeply. “ Call me cold in the great activity of his genius during the whole hearted-me insensible !” he exclaimed, with mani- of this period, and the rich variety, both in character fest emotion—"as well might you say that glass is and colouring, of the works with which it teemed. not brittle, which has been cast down a precipice, | Besides the Third Canto of Childe Harold and the and lies dashed to pieces at the foot!"
Prisoner of Chillon, he producerl also his two Poems, In the month of July he paid a visit to Copet, and “ Darkness” and “the Dream," the latter of which was received by the distinguished hostess with a cost him many a tear in writing,-being, indeed, the cordiality the more sensibly felt by him as, from his most mournful, as well as picturesque “story of a personal unpopularity at this time, he had hardly wandering life”s that ever came from the pen ventured to count upon it.* In her usual frank style, heart of man. Those verses, too, entitled “the Inshe took him to task upon his matrimonial conduct-cantation,” which he introduced afterwards, without but in a way that won upon his mind, and disposed any connexion with the subject, into Manfred, were him to yield to her suggestions. He must endeavour, also (at least, the less bitter portion of them) the proshe told him, to bring about a reconciliation with duction of this period; and as they were written soon his wife, and must submit to contend no longer with after the last fruitless attempt at reconciliation, it is the opinion of the world. In vain did he quote her needless to say who was in his thoughts while he own motto to Delphine, “ Un homme peut braver, penned some of the opening stanzas.
* In the account of this visit to Copet in his Memoranda, he spoke in high terms of the daughter of his hostess, the
Though thy slumber must be deep, present Duchess de Broglie, and, in noticing how much she Yet thy spirit shall not sleep; appeared to be attached to her husband, remarked that
There are shades which will not vanish, “Nothing was more pleasing than to see the development
There are thoughts thou canst not banish; of the domestic affections in a very young woman.” Of
By a power to thee unknown, Madame de Staël, in that Memoir, he spoke thus : "Ma
Thou canst never be alone; dame de Staël was a good woman at heart and the cleverest
Thou art wrapt as with a shroud, at bottom, but spoilt by a wish to be-she knew not what.
Thou art gather'd in a cloud ; In her own house she was amiable ; in any other person's,
And for ever shalt thou dwell you wished her gone, and in lier own again.”
In the spirit of this spell.