At Bologna, according to the appointment made between them, Lord Byron and Mr. Rogers met; and the record which this latter gentleman has, in his Poem on Italy, preserved of their meeting conveys so vivid a picture of the poet at this period, with, at the same time, so just and feeling a tribute to his memory, that, narrowed as my limits are now becoming, I cannot refrain from giving the sketch entire. "BOLOGNA. "Twas night: the noise and bustle of the day Came, and all stood breathless with hope and fear, The squares, when hark, the clattering of fleet hoofs; As the sky changes. To the gate they came; "See the cries of Bologna, as drawn by Annibal Caracci. He was of very humble origin; and, to correct his brother's vanity, once sent him a portrait of their father, the tailor, threading his needle." Much had pass'd Since last we parted; and those five short years— Still it was sweet; still from his eye the thought, Well I remember how the golden sun Of Venice had so ably, zealously Served, and at parting thrown his oar away To follow through the world: who without stain The gondolier's, in a Patrician House Arguing unlimited trust.-Not last, nor least, Guarding his chamber-door, and now along Howling in grief. He had just left that Place Of old-renown, once in the ADRIAN sea,‡ RAVENNA; where from DANTE's sacred tomb The spectre-knight, the bell-hounds, and their prey. Suddenly blasted. 'Twas a theme he loved, But others claim'd their turn; and many a tower, Its strength the pride of some heroic age, "The principal gondolier, il fante di poppa, was almost always in the confidence of his master, and employed on occasions that required judgment and address. +"Adrianum mare.--CICERO." "See the Prophecy of Dante." "See the tale as told by Boccaccio and Dryden." Appear'd and vanish'd (many a sturdy steer* He is now at rest; And praise and blame fall on his ear alike, They in thy train-ah, little did they think, Thou art gone; And he who would assail thee in thy grave, On the road to Bologna he had met with his early and dearest friend, Lord Clare, and the following description of their short interview is given in his "Detached Thoughts." "They wait for the traveller's carriage at the foot of every hill." "Pisa, November 5th, 1821. "There is a strange coincidence sometimes in the little things of this world, Sancho,' says Sterne in a letter (if I mistake not,) and so I have often found it. "Page 128, article 91, of this collection, I had alluded to my friend Lord Clare in terms such as my feelings suggested. About a week or two afterwards, I met him on the road between Imola and Bologna, after not having met for seven or eight He was abroad in 1814, and came home just as I set years. out in 1816. "This meeting annbilated for a moment all the years between the present time and the days of Harrow. It was a new and inexplicable feeling, like rising from the grave, to me. Clare too was much agitated-more in appearance than was myself; for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so. He told me that I should find a note from him left at Bologna. I did. We were obliged to part for our different journeys, he for Rome, 1 for Pisa, but with the promise to meet again in spring. We were but five minutes together, and on the public road; but I hardly recollect an hour of my existence which could be weighed against them. He had heard that I was coming on, and had left his letter for me at Bologna, because the people with whom he was travelling could not wait longer. "Of all I have ever known, he has always been the least altered in every thing from the excellent qualities and kind affections which attached me to him so strongly at school. I should hardly have thought it possible for society (or the world, as it is called) to leave a being with so little of the leaven of bad passions. "I do not speak from personal experience only, but from all I have ever heard of him from others, during absence and distance." After remaining a day at Bologna, Lord Byron crossed the Apennines with Mr. Rogers; and I find the following note of their visit together to the Gallery at Florence. "I revisited the Florence Gallery &c. My former impressions were confirmed; but there were too many visitors there to allow one to feel any thing property. When we were (about thirty or forty) all stuffed into the cabinet of gems and knick knackeries, in a corner of one of the galleries, I told Rogers that it felt like being in the watch-house.' I left him to make his obeisances to some of his acquaintances, and strolled on alone-the only four minutes I could snatch of any feeling for the works around me. I do not mean to apply this to a tête-atête scrutiny with Rogers, who has an excellent taste, and deep feeling for the arts (indeed much more of both than I can possess, for of the FORMER I have not much,) but to the crowd of jostling starers and travelling talkers around me. "I heard one bold Briton declare to the woman on his arm, looking at the Venus of Titian, Well, now, this is really very fine indeed,'-an observation which, like that of the landlord in Joseph Andrews on the certainty of death,' was (as the landlord's wife observed)' extremely true.' "In the Pitti Palace, I did not omit Goldsmith's prescription for a connoisseur, viz. that the pictures would have been better if the painter had taken more pains, and to praise the works of Pietro Perugino.'” LETTER CCCCLXVI. TO MR. MURRAY. "Pisa, November 3rd, 1821. "The two passages cannot be altered without making Lucifer talk like the Bishop of Lincoln, which would not be in the character of the former. The notion is from Cuvier (that of the old worlds,) as I have explained in an additional note to the preface. The other passage is also in character: if nonsense, so much the better, because then it can do no harm, and the sillier Satan is made, the safer for every body. As to 'alarms,' &c. do you really think such things ever led any body astray? Are these people more impious than Milton's Satan? or the Prometheus of Eschylus? or even than the Sadducees of ⚫, the Fall of Jerusalem'? Are not Adam, Eve, Adah, and Abel, as pious as the catechism? "Gifford is too wise a man to think that such things can have any serious effect: who was ever altered by a poem? I beg leave to observe, that there is no creed nor personal hypothesis of mine in all this; but I was obliged to make Cain and Lucifer talk consistently, and surely this has always been permitted to poesy. Cain is a proud man: if Lucifer promised him kingdom, &c. it would elate him: the object of the Demon is to depress him still further in his own estimation than he was before, by showing him infinite things and his own abasement, till he falls into the frame of mind that leads to the catastrophe, |