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various distinguished men long in their conciled to the Church of England, graves, to whom he has been intro- and at the time superintending the duced. He found, it appeared, Lord publication of a volume of discourses Byron looking older than he antici. treating of the poetico-philosophical pated, though, considering his former proof of Christianity on the basis of irregularities of life, not older than a the Thirty-nine Articles. But for man on the verge of sixty might rea- a few unmistakable Hawthorneisms, sonably look. To those who recollect which peep out here and there, we the Byron of Moore's “ Life," the fol. could almost accept the epistle as the lowing will be very richi
genuine effusion of Mr. P.
There is one other work of Haw. "The noble poet's reconciliation with
thorne's in a totally different vein, Lady Byron is now, as you are aware, of
which we must not pass by in conclud. ten years' standing ; nor does it exhibit, I
ing, though we should not have re, am assured, any symptoms of breach or fracture. They are said to be, if not a
gretted its non-publication very much
his « Life of General Pierce, the Amehappy, at least a contented, or, at all events, a quiet couple, descending the slope
rican President.” We could not help of life with that tolerable degree of mutual thinking it a pity, as we perused it, support which will enable them to come that such parties as Whigs and Demoeasily and comfortably to the bottom. It is crats existed, or at all events that in pleasant to reflect how entirely the poet has his zeal for the latter he should have redeemed his youthful errors in this particu- been led to step so far out of his own lar. Her ladyship’s influence, it rejoices sphere, and descant on patriotism, me to add, has been productive of the hap
the union, anti-and-pro-slavery, in a piest results upon Lord Byron in a religious
style bordering somewhat on that of point of view. He now combines the most rigid tenets of Methodism with the ultra
the stump orator. Occasionally, no doctrines of the Puseyites ; the former being
doubt, faint reflections of his former perhaps due to the convictions wrought upon
self may be detected, but these parhis mind by his noble consort; while the take in some measure of the character latter are the embroidery and picturesque il- of features distorted in the bowl of a lumination, demanded by his imaginativecha- spoon. We certainly should never racter. Much of whatever expenditure his in- have expected to find an apologist for creasing habits of thrift continue to allow him, slavery in the enthusiastic believer in is bestowed in the reparation or beautifying the world's onward progress and soof places of 'worship ; and this nobleman, whose name was once considered a synonym
cial regeneration, and the amiable vo
lunteer labourer on the Pantisocratic of the foul fiend, is now all but canonised as a saint in many pulpits of the metropolis
farm. Yet he tells us that his hero, and elsewhere. In politics Lord Byron is
the general, “ loved his whole, united, an uncompromising Conservative, and loses native country better than the mis. no opportunity, whether in the House of tiness of a philanthropic theory," and Lords or in private circles, of denouncing therefore opposed the abolition of sla. and repudiating the mischievous and anar- very. With this sentiment Mr. Haw, chical notions of his earlier days. ' Nor does thorne strongly sympathises; and he fail to visit similar sing, in other people, though he does not commit himself to with the sincerest vengeance which bis
a decided pro-slavery declaration, the somewhat blunted pen is capable of inflict.
line of argument which he adopts, in ing. Southey and he are on the most intiYou are aware that some
the attempts to reconcile himself and little time before the death of Moore, Byron
others to its continuance, is a notable caused that brilliant but reprehensible man
instance of self-deceiving inconsisten, to be ejected from his house. Moore took cy; for we presume he does not ques. the insult so much to beart, that it is said
tion the human relation which negroes to have been one great cause of the fit of bear to their taskmasters. But we illness which brought him to the grave. must not part from him in ill-humour Others pretend that the lyrist died in a very on this account, remembering how De happy state of mind, singing one of his own Foe, Dissenter and pillory occupant sacred melodies, and expressing his belief
as he was, makes Crusoe talk of slaves, that it would be heard within the gate of
and how John Newton, after his conParadise, and gain him instant and honourable admittance. I wish he may have found
version, was for some time captain of it so."
a slave-ship, having previously, if we
mistake not, tasted the miseries of slaMr. P. has also the gratification of very himself. Only we hope, for his being introduced to Shelley, now re- own sake, Mr. Hawthorne will in fun
ture give no more political lucubra- such without any farther“ peroration” tions to the world. It is evident that we leave him to our readers. We are dealing with the dry, practical doings quite conscious that we have not done of life is not his forte, and the field anything like justice to his peculiar over which his genius can range
is genius; but we must excuse ourselves 80 wide and varied that we can well in the words of one of his American dispense with any excursions beyond critics, who remarks that it “presents it.
traits so fine as to be almost too excelIn the desultory remarks we have lent for popularity, as, to every one been making, we must not be under- who has attempted their criticism, stood as putting forward any claims they are too refined for statement. for Hawthorne to rank as a model The brilliant atoms flit, hover, and anything. Exceptions of every kind glance before our minds, but the remay be taken to his works, which, mote sources of their ethereal light lie though perhaps sans peur, are cer- beyond our analysistainly not always sans reproche. But
. And no speed of ours avails withal he is a man of genius, and as
To hunt upon their shining trails.""
ALBERICO PORRO; A TALE OF THE MILANESE REVOLUTION OF 1848.-PART IV.
BY AN OTYICER OF THB SARDINIAN SERVICE.
THE VENGEANCE OF THE DISAPPOINTED LOVER,
ALONE, in a small room, lit by a so- was with her, and neither the nolitary candle, before an altar on velty of her situation, the danger of which stood a crucifix of the Saviour, the moment, the frightful spectacle of knelt the beautiful and queenly form death and carnage, daunted that strong of Nina Ezzelinni. Her features, pale soul, wrapt up, not in the present, but and sorrowful in their expression, her in the grand and splendid vision of a eyes red with weeping, her hands clasp- future! Porro her idol_her country ed together in ardent prayer, her lips her saviour-religion the fountain and muttering the thoughts of her mind, emblem of both! And it was not she seemed indeed in that solitary hour until the evening, when the Austrian of the night, in that silent room, the stood triumphant in every part of the impersonation of three feelings, sorrow, city, exulting in the defeat of the Mi. loveliness, and religion united together. lanese, in the vengeance that would fol. Through the live-long day her mind low the victory, that the heart of poor had been in a fearful state of anxiety, Nina gave way, and she had fled to the image of Porro always before her the altar of her God, there to implore, the picture of her country, free or in sla- from his overpowering arm of might, very, continually torturing her heart. that succour for the friendless, the be. But did she shrink before the pros- trayed, the oppressed, the defeated. pect ? ---did she tremble for the safety With heart full of feelings scarcely of him on whom her every thought was possible to describe, she knelt there, placed ?-_did she doubt the strength the impersonation of truth and virtue, and courage of her countrymen to free breathing the pure spirit of the soulthemselves from the iron and galling the link binding the mind to the throne chain of torture, agony, and slavery? of an invisible eternity! With heart No; throughout the entire day, when relieved by the sacred communion she cheering on the Milanese by her pre- had held with her Creator, she was sence, when bending over the form of about to rise from her kneeling posisome poor, wounded countryman, and tion, when a heavy step behind her listening, perhaps, to the last dying startled her from her serenity. Turnrequest, Faith, glorious and beautiful, ing to see who was the intruder, she
beheld standing before her, his eyes fixed upon her, the Cavalier di Morini. For a moment surprise prevented her from uttering a single word, and spellbound she continued to gaze on him. Did her heart beat with fear? Did she desire to resent this daring intrusion on her solemn privacy? or, bad he come with her knowledge and her consent? No; her heart beat too true to another. His image—the image of Porro- the saviour of her life was engraven upon her heart; and could she, the pure, the haughty, the bright, stoop to a single act derogatory to his dignity? No; away with such a thought! The sparkling flash of her dark eye - the proud dignity of her mien, as she rises from her kneeling posture--the haughty curl of contempt lurking on her lips-all betray at once that the intrusion is unexpected – the act so unbecoming the man will be met with the scorn so well deserved.
“ Cavalier di Morini, what means this unseemly interruption at this hour of the night? I trust you have good cause for so doing; but nothing in my opinion can justify this unmanly act on your part."
Signorina, pardon me; fain would I have done otherwise, but I act upon the anthority of a power, you, and I, and all, must bow before the dreaded authority of the Austrian police !"
“ Ah! I understand now why I always shrank before your appearance, as I would shrink before the approach of some venomous reptile," answered Nina Ezzelinni, while her cheeks became a colour paler ; “ you are in the ranks of our oppressors, you are amongst those who betray both your country, your people, and
God! Shamel shame upon you! Are you thus lost to every sense of honour, of feeling, of manhood !"
“Nina Ezzelinni, listen to me before you condemn me; listen to what, on my honour, is the truth.”
“ Honour ! honour in a member of the Austrian police! Away! Nina Ezzelinni holds no intercourse with the enemies of her country !"
“Listen to me you must, proud and haughty beauty! This house is in possession of the police, acting under my authority; and although I am acting under another, superior to my, self, yet the power delegated me I shall not hesitate to use as becomes my
own desires. Listen to me, therefore, Nina-you must!"
A smile expressing more than language could convey, in which was concentrated the scorn and contenpt in which she held in estimation the being before her, was the only answer the queenly beauty deigned to vouchsafe the Cavalier di Morini.
“Nina, from the first hour I saw you I loved you deeply, truly, and Bassionately heaven alone can tell how much. In I all that I admired most in womanyour beauty, your pride, ay, your scorn was to me a sight too dazzling to bear. You touched for the first time in my life a chord I knew not I possessed a pride similar to your own. I have loved, or fancied I have often felt that feeling of truth-of heart-devotion -but never, no, never, dear Nina, did I truly know the intensity, the absorbing passion, until you, like a glorious meteor of light, dashed across my path, to make me bow before an idol I dreamt not of. From that moment, Nina, I swore you should be mine? Like a hound following the scent, have I pursued you wherever you went ; and, Nina, you must have seen, oh, how often, the intensity of the passion you inspired me withi Have I not dreamt of you - has not your image pursued me wherever I went have I not dwelt in fancy on my love being returned? Yes, Nina, dear Nina, you have been my star of hope my beacon, on which depended my every prospect of happiness! And can you resist a love so pure - prayers uttered with so much earnestness-the vows of a heart on which you can bestow either the delights of paradise, or the horrors of eternal despair. No, dear girl, you will listen to me-say, say you are my own--the guide of my future life !"
And as the Cavalier di Morini finished, he approached nearer to Nina, who shrank from his approach.
“ Hearken to me, Cavalier di Morini ; and if at this moment, when the Hapsburg has thought he has gained an easy triumph over my people, the answer of a poor girl will show one of his minions the spirit that still lives in the hearts of her countrymen, then I tell you, that sooner than wed, or accept the proffered love of one leagued with our barbarous oppressors, I would endure every torture their imagination could paint. Nina Ezzelinni would
rather die than live on, with riches and the power I hold within my grasp now, power her own, whilst the brand of is hopelessly rejected. Woman, proud, shame was stamped on her brow !" subtle though you may be, you trifle
"Soul-stirring beauty, why did I not not with me thus. If I consent to meet you these years ago, instead of abandon my present prospect of future within the last few months? Then ambition that which will repay me with you, as my light of heaven, how for loss of friendship and countrymuch misery, how much woe, would I you, too, must make some sacrifice, not have avoided I"
forsake your lover, Alberico Porro “If such be your feeling, then leave, - ah! you colour ; my suspicions are and leave for ever, your path of vice
then well founded and accept me in the soul.destroying brink upon which his place." you stand-and turn to the path where "* Cavalier di Morini," answered duty, honour, and country call you. Nina, as she drew up her form, and Do you not hear, ringing within your again the haughty smile of contempt ears, the prayers of those noble mar- gathered on her lips, you are pretyrs who fell but yesterday fighting for suming too far on my kindness. For a the independence of their dear land- moment I have forgotten myself; and, the feeling in which is found all that is thinking still some ancient remnant of grand, noble, and pure in the human patriotism lurked in your heart, I fool. Heart. Do you not hear the voice of ishly thought I might be the instru
I a mother ?"
ment of again rousing you to the sa"Mother! oh, my Godl name her cred duties imposed on all who call not."
themselves Italians. But I have been “ Ah! you have a mother ; then you deceived, Cavalier di Morini, and you are not yet lost to the call of duty. presume to add insult to injury. Leave Obı if what you have told me is true me, then, or I will call those to my - that I possess over you some in. aid who will chastise your insolence fluence then let me exert it, Cavalier as it deserves." di Morini, and adjure you by the me- “ Woman, it is true you are deceiv. mory of every tender feeling, by the ed; but it is not I who am in your recollection of the parent whose namo power, but you who are in mine. Lisaffected you but now, to cast aside the ten to me a moment longer, and I have fearful ties that bind you to dishonour, done. Armed by the authority of the and to Aing yourself in the stream police, I am authorised to arrest where, at least, if you meet not riches and conduct you to prison - your and power, you have the approval crime, that of being cognizant of a of conscience the dear and valued conspiracy against the Government ; knowledge that you are performing your accuser, myself. If you leave this the sacred duty imposed on you as a house for a prison, the lash, death, is descendant of that old race whose
The giudicio statario, in deeds of prowess for years made your its just anger, spares neither man, wocountry, our common land, bear the man, nor child. From this frightful proud title of the mistress of the world; death I am willing to save you; but and I promise you, on behalf of those if I risk my own safety for yours, I noble combatants — of your own bro- must have a certain and positive prothers now in arms that they will mise
of reward ; that reward, the only receive you with warm bands, and one I will accept, is yourself. Swear welcome you back to their ranks, as to me, then, by your hopes of future brother should welcome brother." salvation, you will be mine whenever I
“It is too late now, Nina; the hour claim you; and from this moment I of repentance is for ever past." will depart, and leave you free to act.
“Say not so, Cavalier; deceive not Do not imagine that the struggle comyourself with visions that may at any menced yesterday can be ever renew. time be dispelled by your own courage ed; it is crushed, and crushed hope. and resolution. Let the noble spirit lessly, for ever. Your only chance of that moves you this moment gain the safety, of life, of being saved from a ascendancy; and if Nina Ezzelinni frightful death-à death your imaginacannot greet you as her lover, still, tion can only paint — is in accepting believe me, she will rank you in the list my offer. And when you reflect, Nina, of her warmest friends."
dear Niva, it is love - love the most “Then my suit, even if I cast aside true, the most ardent which inspires
me to make you the offer, will you, can “ Traitor ! fulfil your task. Nina you refuse it?"
Ezzelinni fears not death." « Traitor! black-hearted traitor! I “ Away with her now, my, men; would rather suffer the agonies of a bear her to the carriage, and do with hundred deaths, however terrible to her as you think fit." bear - and God knows I am weak Amidst the grossest insults that enough-tban submit to the embraces could be offered to a virtuous woman, of a tool of the Hapsburg."
Nina Ezzelinni was borne, in the arms “ Enough, madam! enough!" an. of the rude menials of the police, swered di Morini, in a voice of thun- from room to staircase, and then to the
on your own head be the con- open street, where a closed carriage sequences of your refusal. And now let awaited her, surrounded by a small us see the first-fruits of your obstinacy.” body of troops. She was instantly
Proceeding to the door of the room, placed within it, and the carriage, he summoned from without several bearing another victim at the shrine of menials of the police; and instantly, a power reared in human blood, drove amidst the coarse laughter that issued away: from their lips, they proceeded to bind When, oh God! wilt thou spare a up the arms of Nina Ezzelinni, from people the agonising pain of recording whom not a single expression escaped. such scenes of iniquity and lawless
“ It is not too late yet,” whispered power - the vices of the tools of Austhe tempter in her ear, “ to accept my trian despotism, the source from which offer. À moment more, and it will be flows the justice of the Metternich no longer in my power to save you." Government ?
TIR TRIUMPH OF THE WEAK.
“ The weather, terrific during the whole of that terrific contest, added to the difficulties of that disastrous retreat. Heavy rains, such as only fall in Italy in spring and autumn, had converted those Lombard Mato into dismal swamps, Bridges were cut down, roads broken up, or otherwise made impassable; not a paltry village but was busy at the erection of barricades. The peasantry screened themselves behind piles of felled trees, or dug deep ditches across the broad thoroughfarce. They fell on the stragglers, and disbanded troops ; they seized ammunitions and transports of artillery: the horses of disbanded troopers fell exhausted into their hands. The sufferings of men and beasts were appalling."- Mariotti,
From an early hour of the morning the very soul itself, spreads rapidly of the 19th of March, the rain from heart to heart, winging its flight descended in torrents over the capital through every obstacle, until, like of northern Italy. Defeated on every thunder-storm, it suddenly bursts forth, side, drenched to the skin, without crushing all in its fearful energy, bearms, without ammunition, still the fore an anger, a fire that cannot be Milanese, strong in hope, in the sa- withstood. credness of their cause, despaired not The morning of the nineteenth dawn. of success.
The spirit of Justice had ed ; and to the astonishment and disawoke from the tomb of the past—its may of the Austrian enemy, around glittering blade waved on high-De- on every side, hemming them in wherespair lent energy to the most weak; ever they were quartered, appeared and the Milanese, throughout the live- enormous barricades, erected by the long night, worked with a perseverance, energy of a people whose courage bad a courage nothing could daunt. From so long been despised. Could the heaven they drew their inspiration - Croat, the Sclave, believe their own the God-like liberty of man l-and on, senses ? Were those gigantic piles on, brave souls I they toil for their but the dream of their own imaginahearths, their country, for everything tion ? No; they stood there staring that could render life sweet and dear them in their frightful reality; the to the human heart. Were they to battle so dearly bought yesterday had die in their efforts, how far preferable again to be fougbt over, with new than to live on in a life of fear, of con. courage, with new and desperate detinual torture-the torture of body and terinination. The people so long soul! Man never can be a slave. scorned, so long injured-over whose The thought, owning its source from devoted heads toated the Imperial