Still let them pause-Ah! little do they know These are his portion-but if join'd to these And stoop to strive with Misery at the door, Meet sordid Rage-and wrestle with Disgrace, Breasts to whom all the strength of feeling given Bear hearts electric-charged with fire from Heaven, Black with the rude collision, inly torn, By clouds surrounded, and on whirlwinds borne, Driven o'er the lowering atmosphere that nurst Thoughts which have turn'd to thunder-scorch-and burst. But far from us and from our mimic scene Such things should be—if such have ever been; He was your brother-bear his ashes hence! Long shall we seek his likeness-long in vain, NOTES. Note 1, page 123, line 3. When the loud cry of trampled Hindostan. See Fox, Burke, and Pitt's eulogy on Mr. Sheridan's speech on the charges exhibited against Mr. Hastings in the House of Commons. Mr. Pitt entreated the House to adjourn, to give time for a calmer consideration of the question than could then occur after the immediate effect of that oration. Note 2, page 125, line 15. The worthy rival of the wondrous Three! Fox-Pitt-Burke. Ar Ferrara (in the library) are preserved the original MSS. of Tasso's Gierusalemme and of Guarini's Pastor Fido, with letters of Tasso, one from Titian to Ariosto; and the inkstand and chair, the tomb and the house of the latter. But as misfortune has a greater interest for posterity, and little or none for the cotemporary, the cell where Tasso was confined in the hospital of St. Anna attracts a more fixed attention than the residence or the monument of Ariosto-at least it had this effect on me. There are two inscriptions, one on the outer gate, the second over the cell itself, inviting, unnecessarily, the wonder and the indignation of the spectator. Ferrara is much decayed, and depopulated; the castle still exists entire; and I saw the court where Parisina and Hugo were beheaded, according to the annal of Gibbon. |