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feeling which were concealed by the exaggerated

Durandarte and Belerma. romance of his writings, and his gay and frivolous appearance and manners. The death of Lewis's

Sad and fearsul is the story father made the poet a man of independent fortune.

Of the Roncevalles fight :

On those fatal plains of glory He succeeded to considerable plantations in the

Perished many a gallant knight. West Indies, besides a large sum of money; and in order to ascertain personally the condition of There fell Durandarte; never the slaves on his estate, he sailed for the West Verse a nobler chieftain named ; Indies in 1815. Of this voyage he wrote a narra He, before his lips for ever tive, and kept journals, forming the most interest Closed in silence, thus exclaimed : ing and valuable production of his pen. The

Oh, Belerma ! oh, my dear one, manner in which the negroes received him on his

For my pain and pleasure born; arrival amongst them he thus describes :

Seven long years I served thee, fair one, "As soon as the carriage entered my gates, the

Seven long years my fee was scorn. uproar and confusion which ensued sets all description at defiance. The works were instantly

* And when now thy heart, replying all abandoned; everything that had life came

To my wishes, burns like mine,

Cruel fate, my bliss denying, flocking to the house from all quarters ; and not

Bids me every hope resign. only the men, and the women, and the children, but, " by a bland assimilation," the hogs, and the dogs, * Ah! though young I fall

, believe me, and the geese, and the fowls, and the turkeys, all Death would never claim a sigh; came hurrying along by instinct, to see what could 'Tis to lose thee, 'tis to leave thee, possibly be the matter, and seemed to be afraid Makes me think it hard to die ! of arriving too late. Whether the pleasure of

Oh! my cousin, Montesinos, the negroes was sincere, may be doubted; but,

By that friendship firm and dear, certainly, it was the loudest that I ever witnessed;

Which from youth has lived between us, they all talked together, sang, danced, shouted, Now my lasť petition hear. and, in the violence of their gesticulations, tumbled over each other, and rolled about upon the ground.

When my soul, these limbs forsaking, Twenty voices at once inquired after uncles and

Eager seeks a purer air, aunts, and grandfathers and great-grandmothers

From my breast the cold heart taking,

Give it to Belerma's care. of mine, who had been buried long before I was in existence, and whom, I verily believe, most of "Say, I of my lands possessor them only knew by tradition. One woman held Named her with my dying breath ; up her little naked black child to me, grinning Say, my lips I oped to bless her, from ear to ear—"Look massa, look here! him Ere they closed for aye in death : nice lilly neger for massa !” Another complained _“So long since none come see we, massa ; good

‘Twice a week, too, how sincerely

I adored her, cousin, say; massa come at last.” As for the old people, they

Twice a week, for one who dearly were all in one and the same story: now they had Loved her, cousin, bid her pray. lived once to see massa, they were ready for dying to-morrow_" them no care.” The shouts, the Montesinos, now the hour gaiety, the wild laughter, their strange and sudden Marked by fate is near at hand ; bursts of singing and dancing, and several old

Lo! my arm has lost its power ; women, wrapped up in large cloaks, their heads

Lo! I drop my trusty brand. bound round with different-coloured handker

'Eyes, which forth beheld me going, chiefs, leaning on a staff, and standing motionless

Homewards ne'er shall see me hie; in the middle of the hubbub, with their eyes fixed Cousin, stop those tears o'erflowing, upon the portico which I occupied, formed an Let me on thy bosom die. exact counterpart of the festivity of the witches in Macbeth. * Nothing could be more odd or

*Thy kind hand my eyelids closing, more novel than the whole scene; and yet

Yet one favour I implorethere was something in it by which I could not

Pray thou for my soul's reposing, help being affected. Perhaps it was the con

When my heart shall throb no more. sciousness that all these human beings were my *So shall Jesus, still attending, slaves.'

Gracious to a Christian's vow, Lewis returned to England in 1816, but went Pleased accept my ghost ascending, back to Jamaica the following year. He found And a seat in heaven allow.' that his attorney had grossly mismanaged his

Thus spoke gallant Durandarte; property, being generally absent on business of

Soon his brave heart broke in twain. his own, and intrusting the whole to an overseer,

Greatly joyed the Moorish party who was of a tyrannical disposition. Having

That the gallant knight was slain. adjusted his affairs, the "Monk' embarked on his return home. The climate, however, had Bitter weeping, Montesinos impaired his health, and he died of fever while Took from him his helm and glaive; the ship was passing through the Gulf of Florida Bitter weeping, Montesinos in July 1818. Lewis may thus be said to Dug his gallant cousin's grave. have fallen a martyr to his love of justice and To perform his promise made, he humanity, and the circumstance sheds a lustre Cut the heart from out the breast, on his memory far surpassing mere literary That Belerma, wretched lady! fame.

Might receive the last bequest.

Sad was Montesinos' heart, he

The lady is silent ; the stranger compliesFelt distress his bosom rend.

His visor he slowly unclosed ; "Oh! my cousin, Durandarte,

O God! what a sight met Fair Imogine's eyes ! Woe is me to view thy end !

What words can express her dismay and surprise

When a skeleton's head was exposed ! "Sweet in manners, fair in favour, Mild in temper, fierce in fight,

All present then uttered a terrified shout, Warrior nobler, gentler, braver,

All turned with disgust from the scene ; Never shall behold the light.

The worms they crept in, and the worms they crept out, Cousin, lo! my tears bedew thee;

And sported his eyes and his temples about, How shall I thy loss survive ?

While the spectre addressed Imogine : Durandarte, he who slew thee,

* Behold me, thou false one, behold me!' he cried; Wherefore left he me alive ?'

Remember Alonzo the Brave !
God grants that, to punish thy falsehood and pride,

My ghost at thy marriage should sit by thy side ; Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imogine. Should tax thee with perjury, claim thee as bride,

And bear thee away to the grave!'
A warrior so bold, and a virgin so bright,
Conversed as they sat on the green ;

Thus saying, his arms round the lady he wound, They gazed on each other with tender delight :

While loudly she shrieked in dismay; Alonzo the brave was the name of the knight Then sunk with his prey through the wide-yawning The maiden's, the Fair Imogine.


Nor ever again was Fair Imogine found, And, oh!' said the youth, since to-morrow I go Or the spectre that bore her away.

To fight in a far-distant land, Your tears for my absence soon ceasing to flow, Not long lived the baron ; and none, since that time, Some other will court you, and you will bestow

To inhabit the castle presume ; On a wealthier suitor your hand!'

For chronicles tell that, by order sublime,

There Imogine suffers the pain of her crime, *Oh! hush these suspicions,' Fair Imogine said, And mourns her deplorable doom.

• Offensive to love and to me; For, if you be living, or if you be dead,

At midnight, four times in each year, does her sprite, I swear by the Virgin that none in your stead

When mortals in slumber are bound, Shall husband of Imogine be.

Arrayed in her bridal apparel of white,

Appear in the hall with the skeleton knight, *If e'er I, by lust or by wealth led aside,

And shriek as he whirls her around !
Forget my Alonzo the Brave,
God grant that, to punish my falsehood and pride,

While they drink out of skulls newly torn from the Your ghost at the marriage may sit by my side,

grave, May tax me with perjury, claim me as bride,

Dancing round them the spectres are seen ; And bear me away to the grave !'

Their liquor is blood, and this horrible stave

They howl: 'To the health of Alonzo the Brave, To Palestine hastened the hero so bold,

And his consort, the Fair Imogine !'
His love she lamented him sore ;
But scarce had a twelvemonth elapsed, when, behold!
A baron, all covered with jewels and gold,

Arrived at Fair Imogine's door.

WALTER SCOTT was born in the city of EdinHis treasures, his presents, his spacious domain, burgh—mine own romantic town'-on the 15th of Soon made her untrue to her vows;

August 1771. His father was a respectable Writer He dazzled her eyes, he bewildered her brain ; to the Signet : his mother, Anne Rutherford, was He caught her affections, so light and so vain, daughter of a physician in extensive practice, and And carried her home as his spouse.

professor of medicine in the university of ÉdinAnd now had the marriage been blest by the priest ; burgh. By both parents the poet was remotely The revelry now was begun;

connected with some good ancient Scottish famThe tables they groaned with the weight of the feast, ilies—a circumstance gratifying to his feelings Nor yet had the laughter and merriment ceased, of nationality, and to his imagination. Delicate When the bell at the castle tolled-one.

health, arising chiefly from lameness, led to his

being placed under the charge of some relations Then first with amazement Fair Imogine found

in the country; and when a mere child, yet old A stranger was placed by her side : His air was terrific; he uttered no sound

enough to receive impressions from country life He spake not, he moved not, he looked not around, and Border stories, he resided with his grandfather But earnestly gazed on the bride.

at Sandy-Knowe, a romantic situation a few miles

from Kelso. The ruined tower of SmailholmHis visor was closed, and gigantic his height, the scene of Scott's ballad, The Eve of St JohnHis armour was sable to view;

was close to the farm, and beside it were the All pleasure and laughter were hushed at his sight ; Eildon Hills, the river Tweed, Dryburgh Abbey, The dogs, as they eyed him, drew back in affright; and other poetical and historical objects, all The lights in the chamber burned blue!

enshrined in the lonely contemplative boy's fancy His presence all bosoms appeared to dismay;

and recollection. He afterwards resided with The guests sat in silence and fear ;

another relation at Kelso, and there, at the age At length spake the bride—while she trembled : 'I of thirteen, he first read (Percy's Reliques, in an pray,

antique garden, under the shade of a huge plaSir knight, that your helmet aside you would lay, tanus, or oriental plane-tree. This work had as And deign to partake of our cheer.'

great an effect in making him a poet as Spenser

had on Cowley, but with Scott the seeds were ber. Miss Carpenter had some fortune, and the long in germinating. Very early, however, he young couple retired to a cottage at Lasswade, had tried his hand at verse. The following, where they seem to have enjoyed sincere and among other lines, were discovered wrapped up unalloyed happiness. The ambition of Scott was in a cover inscribed by Dr Adam of the High now fairly awakened—his lighter vanities blown School, 'Walter Scott, July 1783 :'

away. His life henceforward was one of severe

but cheerful study and application. In 1799, On the Setting Sun.

appeared his translation of Goethe's tragedy, Those evening clouds, that setting ray,

Goetz von Berlichingen, and the same year he And beauteous tints, serve to display

obtained the appointment of sheriff of SelkirkTheir great Creator's praise ;

shire, worth £300 per annum. Scott now paid a Then let the short-lived thing called man, series of visits to Liddesdale, for the purpose of Whose life's comprised within a span,

collecting the ballad poetry of the Border, an To him his homage raise.

object in which he was eminently successful. In We often praise the evening clouds,

1802, the result appeared in his Minstrelsy of the And tints so gay and bold,

Scottish Border, which contained upwards of forty But seldom think upon our God,

pieces never before published, and a large quantity Who tinged these clouds with gold.

of prose illustration, in which might have been

seen the germ of that power which he subseThe religious education of Scott may be seen in quently developed in his novels

. A third volume this effusion : his father was a rigid Presbyterian. was added next year, containing some imitations The youthful poet passed through the High School of the old minstrels by the poetical editor and his and university of Edinburgh, and made some pro- friends. It required little sagacity to foresee that ficiency in Latin, and in the classes of ethics, Walter Scott was now to be a popular name in moral philosophy, and history. He had an aver- Scotland. His next task was editing the metrical sion to Greek, and we may regret, with Lord romance of Sir Tristrem, supposed to be written Lytton, that he refused 'to enter into that chamber by Thomas the Rhymer, or Thomas of Ercildoune, in the magic palace of literature in which the who flourished about the year 1280. The antisublimest relics of antiquity are stored.' He knew quarian knowledge of Scott, and his poetical taste, generally, but not critically, the German, French, were exhibited in the dissertations which accomItalian, and Spanish languages. He was an in- panied this work, and the imitation of the original satiable reader, and during a long illness in his which was added to complete the romance. At youth, stored his mind with a vast variety of length, in January 1805, appeared the Lay of the miscellaneous knowledge. Romances were among Last Minstrel, which instantly stamped him as his chief favourites, and he had great facility in one of the greatest of the living poets. His legeninventing and telling stories. He also collected dary lore, his love of the chivalrous and superballads from his earliest years. Scott was appren- natural, and his descriptive powers, were fully ticed to his father as a writer, after which he brought into play; and though he afterwards studied for the bar, and put on his gown in his improved in versatility and freedom, he achieved twenty-first year. His health was now vigorous nothing which might not have been predicted and robust, and he made frequent excursions into from this first performance. His conception of the the country, which he pleasantly denominated Minstrel was inimitable, and won all hearts-even raids. The knowledge of rural life, character, those who were indifferent to the supernatural traditions, and anecdotes, which he picked up in part of the tale, and opposed to the irregularity of these rambles, formed afterwards a valuable mine the ballad style. The unprecedented success of to him, both as a poet and novelist. His manners the poem inclined Scott to relax any exertions he were easy and agreeable, and he was always a had ever made to advance at the bar, although his welcome guest. Scott joined the Tory party ; cautious disposition made him at all times fear to and when the dread of an invasion agitated the depend over-much upon literature. He had altocountry, he became one of a band of volunteers, gether a clear income of about £1000 per annum; brothers true,' in which he held the rank of but his views stretched beyond this easy comquarter-master. His exercises as a cavalry officer, petence; he was ambitious of founding a family and the jovialities of the mess-room, occupied much that might vie with the ancient Border names he of his time ; but he still pursued, though irregu- venerated, and to attain this, it was necessary to larly, his literary studies, and an attachment to a become a landed proprietor, and to practise a Perthshire lady—though ultimately unfortunate-liberal and graceful hospitality. Well was he tended still more strongly to prevent his sinking fitted to adorn and dignify the character! But into idle frivolity or dissipation. Henry Mac- his ambition, though free from any tinge of sordid kenzie, the 'Man of Feeling,' had introduced a acquisition, proved a snare for his strong good taste for German literature into the intellectual sense and penetration. Scott and his family had classes of his native city, and Scott was one of gone to reside at Ashestiel, a beautiful residence its most eager and ardent votaries. In 1796 he on the banks of the Tweed, as it was necessary published translations of Burger's Lenore and The for him, in his capacity of sheriff, to live part Wild Huntsman, ballads of singular wildness of the year in the county of Selkirk. Shortly after and power. Next year, while fresh from his first- the publication of the Lay, he entered into partlove disappointment, he was prepared, like Romeo, nership with his old school-fellow, James Ballanto take some new infection to his eye,' and meet tyne, then rising into extensive business as a ing at Gilsland, a watering-place in Cumberland, printer in Edinburgh. The copartnery was kept with a young lady of French parentage, Charlotte a secret, and few things in business that require Margaret Carpenter, he paid his addresses to her, secrecy are prosperous or beneficial. The estabwas accepted, and married on the 24th of Decem-lishment, upon which was afterwards ingrafted a

publishing business, demanded large advances of mornings were devoted to composition-for he money, and Scott's name became mixed up with had long practised the invaluable habit of early pecuniary transactions and losses to a great rising-and the rest of the day to riding among amount. In 1806, the powerful friends of the his plantations, thinning or lopping his trees, poet procured him the appointment of one of the and in the evening entertaining his guests and principal clerkships of the Court of Session, worth family. The honour of the baronetcy was conabout £1300 per annum ; but the emoluments ferred upon him in 1820, by George IV., who had were not received by Scott until six years after taste enough to appreciate his genius. Never, the date of his appointment, when his predecessor certainly, had literature done more for any of its died. In his share of the printing business, and countless votaries, ancient or modern. Shakspeare the certainty of his clerkship, the poet seemed, had retired early on an easy competency, and however, to have laid up-in addition to his liter- also become a rural squire ; but his gains must ary gains and his sheriffdom-an honourable and have been chiefly those of the theatrical manager even opulent provision for his family. In 1808, or actor, not of the poet. Scott's splendour was appeared his great poem of Marmion (for the purely the result of his pen : to this he owed his copyright of which Constable paid one thousand acres, his castle, and his means of hospitality. His guineas), the most magnificent of his chivalrous official income was but as a feather in the balance. tales, and the same year he published his edition Who does not wish that the dream had continued of Dryden. In 1810, appeared The Lady of the to the end of his life? It was suddenly and painLake, which was still more popular than either of fully dissolved. The commercial distresses of its predecessors; in 1811, The Vision of Don 1825-6 fell upon publishers as on other classes, Roderick; in 1813, Rokeby, and The Bridal of and the bankruptcy of Constable and Company Triermain; in 1814, The Lord of the Isles ; in involved the poet in losses and engagements to a 1815, The Field of Waterloo, and in 1817, very large amount. His wealth, indeed, had been Harold the Dauntless. Some dramatic pieces, almost wholly illusory; for he had been paid for scarcely worthy of his genius, were also written his works chiefly by bills, and these ultimately during this busy period. It could not be con- proved valueless. In the management of his cealed that the later works of the Great Minstrel publishing-house, Scott's sagacity seems to have were inferior to his early ones. His style was now forsaken him : unsaleable works were printed in familiar, and the world had become tired of it. thousands; and while these losses were yearly Byron had made his appearance, and the readers accumulating, the princely hospitalities of Abbotsof poetry were bent on the new worship. Scott, ford knew no check or pause. Heavy was the however, was too dauntless and intrepid, and day of reckoning-terrible the reverse ; for when possessed of too great resources, to despond under the spell broke in January 1826, it was found that, this reverse. "As the old mine gave symptoms of including the Constable engagements, Scott's comexhaustion,' says Bulwer-Lytton, the new mine, mercial liabilities exceeded £120,000, and there ten times more affluent, at least in the precious was a private debt of £10,000. If this was a blot metals, was discovered ; and just as in Rokeby and in the poet's scutcheon, never, it might be said, Triermain the Genius of the Ring seemed to flag did man make nobler efforts to redeem the honour in its powers, came the more potent Genius of the of his name. He would listen to no overtures of Lamp in the shape of Waverley. The long and composition with his creditors—his only demand magnificent series of his prose fictions we shall was for time. He ceased 'doing the honours for afterwards advert to. They were poured forth all Scotland,' sold off his Edinburgh house, and even more prodigally than his verse, and for taking lodgings there, laboured incessantly at his seventeen years from 1814 to 1831-the world literary tasks. The fountain was awakened from hung with delight on the varied creations of the its inmost recesses, as if the spirit of affliction potent enchanter. Scott had now removed from had troubled it in his passage. Before his death his pleasant cottage at Ashestiel : the territorial the commercial debt was reduced to £54,000. dream was about to be realised. In 1811, he English literature presents two memorable and purchased a hundred acres of moorland on the striking events which have never been paralleled banks of the Tweed, near Melrose. The neigh- in any other nation. The first is, Milton advanced bourhood was full of historical associations, but in years, blind, and in misfortune, entering upon the spot itself was bleak and bare. Four thousand the composition of a great epic that was to deterpounds were expended on this purchase ; and the mine his future fame, and hazard the glory of his interesting and now immortal name of Abbotsford country in competition with what had been was substituted for the very ordinary one of achieved in the classic ages of antiquity. The Cartley Hole. Other purchases of land followed, counterpart to this noble picture is Walter Scott, generally at prices considerably above their value at nearly the same age, his private affairs in ruin, -Kaeside, 44100; Outfield of Toftfield, £6000; undertaking to liquidate, by intellectual labours Toftfield and parks, £10,000 ; Abbotslea, 3000; alone, a debt of £120,000. Both tasks may be field at Langside, £500; Shearing Flat, 23500; classed with the moral sublime of life. Glory, Broomilees, 2.4200 ; Short Acres and Scrabtree pure and unsullied, was the ruling aim and motive Park, £700 ; &c. From these farms and pendicles of Milton ; honour and integrity formed the inwas formed the estate of Abbotsford. In planting centives to Scott. Neither shrunk from the steady and draining, about £5000 were expended ; and prosecution of his gigantic self-imposed labour. in erecting the mansion-house--that-romance of But years rolled on, seasons returned and passed stone and lime,' as it has been termed and away, amidst public cares and private calamity, constructing the garden, &c., a sum not less than and the pressure of increasing infirmities, ere the £20,000 was spent. In his baronial residence the seed sown amidst clouds and storms was white in poet received innumerable visitors--princes, peers, the field. In six years Milton had realised the and poets-men of all ranks and grades. Hiś object of his hopes and prayers by the completion


of Paradise Lost. His task was done ; the field go back to Spenser and Chaucer ere he could of glory was gained; he held in his hand his pass- find so knightly and chivalrous a poet, or such port to immortality. In six years Scott had paintings of antique manners and institutions. nearly reached the goal of his ambition. He had The works of the elder worthies were also obscured ranged the wide fields of romance, and the public by a dim and obsolete phraseology; while Scott, had liberally rewarded their illustrious favourite. in expression, sentiment, and description, could be The ultimate prize was within view, and the read and understood by all. The perfect clearworld cheered him on, eagerly anticipating his ness and transparency of his style is one of his triumph ; but the victor sank exhausted on the distinguishing features ; and it was further aided course. He had spent his life in the struggle. by his peculiar versification. Coleridge had exThe strong man was bowed down, and his living emplified the fitness of the octosyllabic measure honour, genius, and integrity were extinguished for romantic narrative poetry, and parts of his by delirium and death.

Christabel having been recited to Scott, he adopted In February 1830, Scott had an attack of par- its wild rhythm and harmony, joining to it some alysis. He continued, however, to write several of the abruptness and irregularity of the old hours every day. In April 1831, he suffered a ballad metre. In his hands it became a powerful still more severe attack; and he was prevailed and flexible instrument, whether for light narraupon, as a means of withdrawing him from tive and pure description, or for scenes of tragic mental labour, to undertake a foreign tour. The wildness and terror, such as the trial and death of Admiralty furnished a ship of war, and the poet Constance in Marmion, or the swell and agitasailed for Malta and Naples. At the latter place tion of a battle-field. The knowledge and enthuhe resided from the 17th of December 1831 to the siasm requisite for a chivalrous poet Scott pos16th of April following. He still laboured at unfin- sessed in an eminent degree. He was an early ished romances, but his mind was in ruins. From worshipper of 'hoar antiquity. He was in the Naples the poet went to Rome. On the 11th of maturity of his powers-thirty-four years of ageMay, he began his return homewards, and reached when the Lay was published, and was perhaps London on the 13th of June. Another attack of better informed on such subjects than any other apoplexy, combined with paralysis, had laid pros- man living. Border story and romance had been trate his powers, and he was conveyed to Abbots- the study and the passion of his whole life. In ford a helpless and almost unconscious wreck. writing Marmion and Ivanhoe, or in building He lingered on for some time, listening occasion- Abbotsford, he was impelled by a natural and ally to passages read to him from the Bible, and irresistible impulse. The baronial castle, the from his favourite author Crabbe. Once he tried court and camp—the wild Highland chase, feud, to write, but his fingers would not close upon the and foray—the antique blazonry, and institutions pen. He never spoke of his literary labours or suc- of feudalism, were constantly present to his cess. At times his imagination was busy prepar- thoughts and imagination. Then, his powers of ing for the reception of the Duke of Wellington at description were unequalled-certainly never surAbbotsford; at other times he was exercising the passed. His landscapes, his characters and situafunctions of a Scottish judge, as if presiding at the tions, were all real delineations; in general effect trial of members of his own family. His mind and individual details, they were equally perfect. never appeared to wander in its delirium towards None of his contemporaries had the same picturthose works which had filled all Europe with his esqueness, fancy, or invention ; none so graphic in fame. This fact is of interest in literary history. depicting manners and customs ; none so fertile in But the contest was soon to be over ; 'the plough inventing incidents ; none so fascinating in narwas nearing the end of the furrow. About half- rative, or so various and powerful in description. past one, P.m.,' says Mr Lockhart, on the 21st His diction was proverbially careless and incorof September 1832, Sir Walter breathed his last, rect. Neither in prose nor poetry was Scott a in the presence of all his children. It was a polished writer. He looked only at broad and beautiful day—so warm that every window was general effects; his words had to make pictures, wide open-and so perfectly still that the sound not melody. Whatever could be grouped and of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle described, whatever was visible and tangible, lay ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly within his reach. Below the surface he had less audible as we knelt around the bed, and his power. The language of the heart was not his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.'

familiar study; the passions did not obey his call. Call it not vain ; they do not err

The contrasted effects of passion and situation he Who say, that when the poet dies,

could portray vividly and distinctly—the sin and Mute Nature mourns her worshipper,

suffering of Constance, the remorse of Marmion And celebrates his obsequies;

and Bertram, the pathetic character of Wilfrid, Who say tall cliff and cavern lone

the knightly grace of Fitz-James, and the rugged For the departed bard make moan ;

virtues and savage death of Roderick Dhu, are all That mountains weep in crystal rill;

fine specimens of moral painting. Byron has That flowers in tears of balm distil ;

nothing better, and indeed the noble poet in some Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, of his tales copied or paraphrased the sterner And oaks, in deeper groans, reply;

passages of Scott. But even in these gloomy and And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave,

powerful traits of his genius, the force lies in the

situation, not in the thoughts and expression. Lay of the Last Minstrel.

There are no talismanic words that pierce the The novelty and originality of Scott's style of heart or usurp the memory; none of the impaspoetry, though exhausted by himself

, and debased sioned and reflective style of Byron, the melodious by imitators, formed his first passport to public pathos of Campbell, or the profound sympathy and favour and applause. The English reader had to philosophy of Wordsworth. The great strength of

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