Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1858-04-17

II was the Ire Palazzi, on the Lung 'Arn0, at
Pisa, that Mr.. Trclawny first saw Shelley.
On first visiting the dwelling of the poet, Mr..
Trelawny was received by Mrs. Williams, the wife
of the gentleman who was drowned with Shelley.
1t was dusk, and, looking through tho open door OF
the room, the visitor saw q pair of glittering eyes
steadily fixed on his own. Going to the door, Mrs.
Williams said, laughingly, Come in, Shelly ii is
only our friend Ire, just arrived. Instantly at
forwards the poet glided in, "blushing like a girl
and holding out both hands. lie had the appear
ance of a tall thin STRIPPING, and twas habi,ed Ike
a boy in a blue jacket and trousers, which he
seemed to have outgrown". He had a book with
him, and Mrs. Williams asked what it was. lie
answered quickly and with Frightening face, "Cal.
deron's MqyicO TrOdigiSo | am translatiDg some
passages in it,. Being asked to read n few Of
them, he, instead of doing so, made an extemp ore
rendering of various parts, turning the one LAM
guage into the other with marvellous ease aud ra.
pidity, Analysing the genius Of the author with
subtle power, and interpreting those portions Of
the story which he did not read. Abruptly ceas.
ing. he suddenly vanished for Mr.. T~relawny,
looking up from the rapt abstraction into which he
had been thrown, found that the cnchanter was No
longer in his presence. "Where is he ?" lie asked.
Mrs. Williams rejOined, "Who? Shelley ? Oh.
he comes and goes like a spirit, no one knows
when or where" Presently he returned with his
wife, who asked eagerly for the last fashionable
news from London and Paris. Mrs. Shelley, in.
deed, though a woman of faculty, and of a sensi
tive nature. loved society as much as he husband
abhorred it and this diversity Of taste was some
times embarrassing to both. Shelley, as Mr.. Ire
lawney relates, said one day with q rueful express
sion Of face, MARY" This wife) has threatened
me-. He was asked, in some surprise. with
what ?" MARY says she will have a party" he
replied. "Oh, the horror! 1t will kill me =
Mr.. Williams undertook to obtain if possible,
a reversal of this sentence but he could
only procure a comm Itation. The party
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of strangers, as first of all proposed. One
morning Mr.. Trelawhy discovered the poet in a
trance beside a dark pool of water in the heart OF
a black pine forest. lie was told that his wife
had been looking about for him disconsolatcly
unable to bear her solitude any longer. On this
he hastily snatched up his books and papers and
departed with a sigh, Poor Mary! hers is a sad
fate. She don't bear solitude, nor ( socety-th'
quick COUPLED with the dead !" They soon me
with the lady, 'her clear grey eyes and thoughtful
brow expressing the love she could not speak. IL
stop Shelley's seifreproaches. or tU,hide her owl
emotions, she began. in n bantering tone, chidin,
and coaxing him."
For some few months, Mr.. Trelawny was i,
constant intercourse with Shelly, and he ha
given a delightful picture of the poets characte
and habits-his sweet, self-sacriticing disposition
his parity, his tendency to believe in whatever i
elevating and enrolling, his devotion to study
his wild outbursts of spirits, alternating witt
deep dependency, his shyness with strangers. hi
childlike contentment with simple pleasures; hi
light, sera phic movements and inspired face, an
his passionate love of the water. and the trees, an,
the flowers, and the mountains, and the glOriou
shows ard changes of the eleTents in the brigh
country of his adoption. The building Of tn
hoat Don Juan ("that fatal and peridious bark
in which. like another Lycidas. he perished,) va
n source OF keen delight TO him; but, unfortunate
= ". the vessel was constructed on a model whic
, ,Ir. Williams had taken a fancy to, but of whic
2 better judges did not think so highly. som
1 English sailors who went out in her for q trii
? reported THAT she was a ticklish boat to manage.
perhaps, had she been less SO, Shelly might sti
E have been alive.