The Sun.
London, England, 1814-02-04 00:00:00

LORD BYRON and the MORNING CHRON.

.That poetical Peer, Lord BYRON; knowing full
well, that any thing insulting to his Prince or in-
jurious to his country,
.would be niost thankfully
received and oiblished by the Morning Chronicle;
did in: March. 1812, send the following loyal and
patriotic lines to that loyal and patriotic Paper,
in which of course they appearci.

TO A LADY ViIiEPING.
, Weep, daughter of a Royal line,
• di Sire's disgrace, a realm's deaal/:
• Ah! happy! if each tear of thine
Could wash a father's fault away!
Weep—for thy tears are Virtue's tears—
Auspicious to these suffering isles :
And be each drOp, iu futtire years,
Repaid thee by thy people's smiles !
These lines the Morning, Chronicle,. in the fol-
lowing paragraph of yesterday, informs us were
aimed at the PRINCE REGENT, and addressed to
the Princess CHARLOTTE :

" The:Courier is indignant at the discovery now
made by Lord BYRON, that he was the author of
" the Verses to a Young Lady weeping," which
were insertod about 'a twelvemonth ago, in The
Morning Cla ()nide. The Editor thinks it audaci-
ous in a hereditary Counsellor of the King to a&
monish the Heir Apparent. It may not be court-
ly, but •it is certainly British, and we wish the
kingdom had nictre such honest advisers."
No wonder the Courier, and every loyal man,
should. be indignant at the discovery (made by the
republication of these worthless lines, in the
Noble Lord's new Volume), that this gross in-
sult came from the pen of '' a hereditary Coun-
sellor of the KING!" No wonder every good
subject' should execrate this novel mid disgrace- •
ful mode of " admonishing • the. Heir Appa-
rent," which is further from being British
than it is from being Courtly ; for, from
Courtier baseness may be expected, but from a
Briton ,no such infamous dereliction of his duty
as is •invblved in a malignant, anonymous attack
by a Peer of _ the Realm upon the person egercis-
ing the
,Sovereign Authority of his Country.—
But be assertions of Lord BYRON areas false as'
they are audaCious. What was the " Sire's Dis
grace" to be thus hewept ? He preferred the in-
' dependance of the Crown to the arrogant dicta-
tion.of a haughty Aristocracy, who desired to
hold
amid
in Leading-strings. It was then,
amid " Realm's. (fancied) decay," because
• this Faction were not admitted to supreme
power, that his Royal Highness's early friends
drunk hiS health in contemptuous silence, while
their More vulgar partizans "at the lower end
of the. Hall" hissed and hooted the royal name.
But mark the reverse since March 1812, a reverse
which it have been thought would have in-'
dtinellikte.Noble Lord, from prudent motives, to
hatie*lbtkiettl this ill,timed publication !- How is his
Royal Highness's health -toasted now? With uni-
versal shoits 'and acclamations. Treason itself dare
nat interpose a single discordan t sound sate inits own
private orgies! Where is now the realm's-decay oh
short-sighted prognosticators of prophecies ! look
around,and dread thefateof the speakersof talsehocid
among the Jews of old, who Were stoned to death
by the pedlite The Wide, world furnishes the.an-
swer to your selfish Croakings, and tells Lord
BYRON that he is destitute of at least one 'of the
qualities of an inspired Bard.
Perhaps we:might add another, viz, honesty in
acknowledging his plagiarisms, one of which (as
xve have already said more than his silly verse
above quoted deserves, except from the rank of
its author) we, shall take the liberty of stating, to
, the Public.

The Bride of 4biidos begins, something in the
stile of an old ballad, thus
" Know ye the land where the cypress and rnyitle
Are emblemi of deeds that ale done in their clime,

11lien. the rage of the vulture—the love of the turtle—
Now melt into sorrow—now‘madden to crime ?
Know ye the land of the cedar and vine ?
Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams. ever'shine,
Where the light wings of Zephyr,oppresed with perfume,
Wax faint o'er the gardens. of G6l in her bloom ;
Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit,
And the voice of the 'nightingale never is mute;
Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky,
In colour though varied, in beauty may vie,
And the purple of Ocean is deepest in dye."
The whole of which passage we take to be a pa•

rephrase, And a bad paraphrase too, of a song of
the. German of Gothe, of which the following
translation was published at Berlin in 1798 :
" Know'st thou the land, where citrons scent the gale,
Where glows the orange in the golden valet '
Where softer !.freezes fan the azure skies,
Where myrtles spring and prowler laurels rise?"
" Know'st thou the pile, the colonnade sustains,
Its splendid chambers and its rich domains, ,
Where breathing statues stand in bright array,
And seem, a What ails thee, 'hatiless maid,' to say ?"
" Know'st thou the mount, where clouds obscure the day;
Where scarce the mule can trace his misty way;.
Where lurks the dragon and her scaly brood
And broken rocks oppose the headlong flood ?"

THE THEATRES.—Mr. KEAN appeared
,for the
third time last night, at Drury-lane Theatre, in
the part of Shylock. He performed with more
firmness and self-possession, and fully confirmed
the favourable opinions which his previous efforts
had excited, and the impression which he has
made upon the public at large, was evident in a
much more numerous audience than had attended
on the former occasions.

COVENT-GARDEN.—The Farmer's Wife was re-
presented the second time last night at Covent-
Garden Theatre. It has been curthiled in some
parts with good effect. It attracted a very large
audience, and was very well received.
Mr. CHARLES KE:!IBLE, who has recently beert
'performing- with great success at Edintuirgh, is
said to be in treaty with Mr: H.- SIDDONS, for pur-
chasing the theatre in that city.
Mr. YOUNG the actor, has it seems been frost-
bound at'Manchester, but the 'inhabitants; were
not induced to give him a cold reception at the
theatre. • -