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brate her under the name of Laura ; my own (of course) Petrarch. - ...
“ Mem :-Mrs. Radcliffe's Italiau,' vol. i. p. 173, contains a passage which may be turned into some touching Stanzas.
“Mem :-To get a Walker's Rhyming Dictionary ;'-no degradation :-Byron used one constantly. His · Dream,' by the way, strikingly resembles my Vision,' received with so much applause at our' Juvenile Literary Society,' myself in the chair.
“ Mem :-Determined to send Blackwood no more articles, particularly as he has inserted none of the last six; and tuld Z. it would be better to bind me to some good thriving trade! A trade ! bind myself to some little, low, paltry, sordid, shilling-scraping, penny-saving occupation, which would be as a benumbing blight upon all the powers of my mind. There is madness in the thought! Suppose Shakespeare had taken his relations' advice, and continued a wool-comber, where had been the world's poet? No! fired by this glorious example, I will calmly and proudly pursue the bent of my genius and inclination; the morning sun, and the midnight lamp, shall find me at my studies! I will write, though none may read; I will print, though none may purchase ; and if the world's neglect canker my young spirit, and studious days and sleepless nights * sickly my brow with the pale cast of thought,' till, like · Chatterton, the marvellous boy,' I sink into an early and untimely grave!-how small the sacrifice! How glorious the reward! when the world for which I toiled becomes sensible of its injustice! and the marble monument and laurelled bust
“ Mem :-Prevented from finishing the above peroration by the forcible entrance of two villainous duns-a tailor and a washerwoman. May, nevertheless, introduce it as a soliloquy in my tragedy; for it possesses much of the sweep and swell of Burke.”
But trusting that the reader is more than satisfied with the foregoing specimens of folly and foppery, I here close the Young Author's Memorandumbook.
Morn on the waters !--and, purple and bright,
The winds come around her, in murmur and song, - And the surges rejoice, as they hear her along;
See ! she looks up to the golden-edged clouds,
Night on the waves !-and the moon is on high,
'Tis thus with our life · while it passes along,
Fading and false is the aspect it wears,