The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1888-01-26

first newspaper in America to publish these
newly discovered letters and poems. That they
will prove of absorbing interest to all lovers OF
Byronic literature feel assured. Byron had
his failings but We must remember. there are
many eXtenuating circumstances in his favor.
At one time he was the idol of the whole Brit
tsh nation. and then he as suddenly went down
In popular estimation until lie was hooted and
derided by the whole peerage of England, and
at last driven almost an exile from his native
land. If he plunged into excuses. we must re-
member that it was only due to the weakness
Of human nature. Who can measure the depth
of agony which filled his soul as he stood upon
the ships deck at night and saw the shores of
his once loved native land receng from his
view:
Adieu, adieu, my native shore
Fades Ger the waters blue:
The night winds sigh, the breakers rear.
And shrieks the wild seanew.
Yon sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native land-gOcd night
\ few short hours, ard he will rise
To give the morrow birth:
And shai! hail the main and skies
But not my mother earth.
Deserted is my own COOL hail,
Its hearth is desolate;
Wild weeds are gathering on tic wall,
Ny aOe ho~ls at The gate.
And now I'm in the world ;.!unc
Upon the wide. wide sea;
l}nt why should for others grnan,
When none will sigh for me:
Herchance my dog will whine in vair,
Till fed by stranger hands;
Eut long ere come back again
He'd tear ne where fe stands.
With thee, my bark. I'll swiftly go
Athwart the foaning brine;
Nor care what land thou Dearest me to,
So not again TO mine.
Welcome welcome, We dark blue waves
And when you fail my sight
Welcome, We deserts, and We caves,
Mv native land-good night
Where, in the whole range OF English poet
try, can lines more touching than the above he
found: In whatever light he is viewed, Byron
is one Of the most marvellous intellectual pro-
ductons Of all time. His range of poetic fancy
has never been tXcclicd since time began.
From the lowest depths Of human misery and
woe. he scared with equal facility to the loft
est and most sublime heights ever attained by
mar. His death was worthy Of his life. lin
Mi>>iioughi, Greece whittier he hai gone to
un>hcuth his sword in ,icfcnrc Of IIcllrlir lib-
erty. Lord Byron breathed his last on tl.t morn
lng Oh Apfil i3tH. lSZf. nave Naf frltl
through the stately Gothic a>lcs of Wp-tn!i!i-
stcr Abbey, and sought in vain for statue to
his memory. there saw long lines of scuipt-
urcd marble erected to deceive po>tcrit; re-
garding rotten and forgotten kings. .n-er-
ed in the Poets Corner" and there saw the
post OF honor awarded to Southey. a man who
never arose above The dignity Of writing dog
gerci. 80 rare Fen johnson" WAS there, but
to he lie seemed strangely cut Of place among
the mediocre intelects with which he was sur
rounded. Fortunate, indeed. was Byron, that
ecclesiastical bigotry has prevented liilA from
being in>hrincd in this nations nall>olcuin.
lie needs not association with The hollow mock-
cries Of royalty and >nohbcry to Keep his mem
DRY green. Compare fer one moment the -ciI-
ius Of Byron With the man whom degenerate
England now delights to honor -Tcnny yson!
Did | say ''compare:' Pardon NE. mcali
and is rewarded with The houor Of l.aurcate."
\ Highland larkcy ,iieS. an,i Tenuyson i cuti,-
ntllt,ed by an imhece queen. through whose
veins flows the tainted hIooto of the Georges, to
write an ''ule" in commpmoration OK the event.
For this service he is elevated TO the peera4e
and made "Lord." 4 few weeks since his roy
al mistress celebrated her sollen Jubilee a!i
this noble >ycophant comes to the front with
his latest and ''ablest prodl,lio,i. Let liu
quote a few lines: