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gainst their military despots, by the Republican
Army of the Union. u. TAYLOR,
Brcyet Major General U. S. Army Commanding.
A VISIT TO THE GRAVE OF BYRON. |
The Knckcrbocker for July, Just received, has
an interesting account of visit to the grave Of
Byron, by an American traveller, the same whose
narrative of visit to Gray's Churchyard we co.
pied from the same Magazine. Our readers will,
we are sure, be obliged to US for extracting it.
Nottingham is pretty town, noted for its man.
uactOries of lace and hosiery; it is also ceebra-
ted for its ale, which tasted, and pronounced
good; and it is remarkable for windmills great
numbers of which are seen closely huddled to-
gether on one side Of the town, tanning them
selves with marvellous pertinacity. lthas a his
torica interest too, connected with the lives of
Queen Isabella and Roger Mortimer, in the four.
teenth century; with the Reform riots of 1881;
traces of which are still visible in the black and
dismantled walls of the castle and finally, it
stands upon hill which, as you approach from
Derby, through the rich meadows of the beautiful
Trent, appears like a large fortress. Its market
square is one ofthe largest and finest in England;
and there are many objects of interest in and a
bout Nottingham to render visit both profitable
and pleasant; and those familiar with the poetry
of the present age will not fail TO recoect that
here was born Henry Kirk White:
"Unhappy White! while life was in its spring,
And thy young muse Just waved her Joyous wing
The spoier came, and all thy promise fair
Has sought the grave to sleep forever there.
Oh! what noble heart was here undone,
When Science selt-destroyed her avorte son!
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Twas thine own genius gave the final blow,
And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low;
So the struck eagle stretched upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,
And winged the shaft that quvered in his heart.
Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel
He nursed the pinion which impelPd the steel,
While the same plumage that hadwarmed his nest
Drank the last lte-drop of his bleeding breast"
1t is honorable to our country, that the tablet
to the memory of White by Chanrey should
have been erected at the cost of an American gen.
tleman, citizen of Boston. The inscription is
in good taste, and concludes thus:
"Far DER the Atlantic wave
A wanderer came and sought the poets grave;
On you low stone he saw his lonely name,
, And raised this fond memorial to his fame"
In the suburbs of Nottingham are great num-
bers of small gardens cultivated by mechanics
and tradesmen, who thus employ their leisure
, hours, finding an agreeable recreation in profit
/. able pursuit. while the beautiful picturesque view,
extending for many miles along the course Of the
Trent, is scarcely surpassed for quiet beauty in
nypartof England. Eight milesdistants Huck-
+ nall, or as it is more commonly and truly called
"drty Huckna;" a collection of huts wretched
: in appearance; the people idle and ignorant and
, the country around rough and uncultvated. A
small church crowns the summit OF little hill,
with no trees or hedges to relieve the barrenness
of the spot; making it altogether as uninteresting
to the eve, as desolate to the heart, as any mis-
l anthrope could desire. We were quickly follow
, ed to the church. the object of our visit, by lad
| with the keys; and on entering, soon found that
9 the interior corresponded with the outward SEEM
S ing. 1t was rude, chceress, and cold; and yet
S how many generations yet unborn will seek that
/ church, will tread that aisle, and gaze upon the
C spot which contains the ashes Of one who "twi-
: ned his hopes Of being remembered in his line
, with his lands anguagei" A small white Gre
i clan tablet, inserted in the wall Immediately over
: the sepulchre, told us; "ln the vault beneath
d where many of his ancestors and his mother arc
: buried, lie the remains of George Gordon Noe
G Byron, the author Of 'Childe llaroId's Pilgrim
= age" What stranger uniformed Of the fact
r would have supposed that the remains OF Byron
f were entombed in so obscure a sanctuary!
n could not but feel, however, that it was we'll or,
dered in the fitness Of things that they should re-
}, pose there; that the place, church, vault, and In
o scrpton were in good keeping with the charac'
7, ter of him who boasted that he "stood and should
/, stand alone, remembered or forgot;" and he
If mighthave added too with greatpropriety, shoulc
h sleep alone." The fierce sun may beat upor
n that house, and the cold winds of winter sigf
Is through its casements "but after life's ful teve
e he sleeps wel;" as calmly, as quietly, as undis
y turbed in his dark and dreary chamber as the au
c thor of the "EIegy" in his almost perennial dai
j. sy-blooming garden. | left, after some delay
a. but cast no longing, lingering look behind.
lie Three miles farther on is Newstead Abbey
E. "The Hut" small inn on the confines Of tn
1, estate, and just opposite the celebrated "Oa
l. Tree," where we left our carriage, is about mil
IS from the Abbey. The walk thence is through
ut rabbt-warren; and thousands of these little crea
Us lures were seen skipping from hole to hole; W
ID were told six thousand pairs were yearly sent
I'd market, and the revenue to the proprietor tror
Mt thissource, amounted tosome five hundred pound
Of per annum. There We're no trees to shade tn
to road; and except a gate or two, which seemed
III dispute our passage, the country might have bee