291 WELL! THOU ART HAPPY. WELL! thou art happy, and I feel Thy husband's blest- and 'twill impart my Would hate him, if he loved thee not! When late I saw thy favourite child, I thought my jealous heart would break; I kiss'd it,—and repress'd my sighs Mary, adieu! I must away: While thou art blest I'll not repine; My heart would soon again be thine. (1) These lines were printed originally in Mr. Hobhouse's Miscellany. A few days before they were written, the poet had been invited to dine at Annesley. On the infant daughter of his fair hostess being brought into the room, he started involuntarily, and with the utmost difficulty suppressed his emotion. To the sensations of that moment we are indebted for these beautiful stanzas - and for several of the following pieces.-E. I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride My heart in all,- ·save hope,—the same. Yet was I calm: I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look; We met,—and not a nerve was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there: Away! away! my early dream Remembrance never must awake: Oh! where is Lethe's fabled stream? November 2. 1808. (1) INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A WHEN some proud son of man returns to earth, (1) Lord Byron wrote to his mother on this same 2d November, announcing his intention of sailing for India in March 1809.-E. (2) This monument is still a conspicuous ornament in the garden of Newstead. The following is the inscription by which the verses are preceded : The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, Not what he was, but what he should have been: Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, "Near this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. Is but a just tribute to the Memory of Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey, Nov. 18. 1808." Lord Byron thus announced the death of his favourite to Mr. Hodgson:"Boatswain is dead! - he expired in a state of madness, on the 18th, after suffering much, yet retaining all the gentleness of his nature to the last; never attempting to do the least injury to any one near him. I have now lost every thing except old Murray." By the will which he executed in 1811, he directed that his own body should be buried in a vault in the garden near his faithful dog. — E. |