The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-06-05

ed, it is the last of all connections that
would wish to take place: it has
given me much uneasinesS. To prevent
all trouble in future l am determined
he shall not come here again till Easter;
| therefore, beg you will find some
proper situation for him at the next
holidays. -
Byrons' note OF the case against his
mother is. set forth in letter to his
half-sister, Augusta, as follows:
For my own part can Serd nothing
to amuse you. excepting repetition OF
my complaints against my tOrmentor,
whose diabolical disposition (pardon me
for staining my paper with so harsh
word) seems to increase with age. and
to- acquire new force with time. The
more l see Of her the more my dislike
augmentS; nor can l so entirely con-
Quer the appearance of it, as to prevent
her from perceiving my opinion: this.
SO far from calming the gale. blows 1t
| into a hurricane, which threatens to
destroy everything. till exhausted by its
own violence, it Is lulled into sullen
torpor, after a short period, is again
reused into fresh and revived phrenzy,
to me NEST terrible and to every other
spectator astonishing. She then de-
clares that she plainly sees that L nate
her, that 1 am leasued with her bitter
enemies, viz. yourself. Lord c..
(Carlisle), and Mr.. H. CHanson). and,
as 1 never dissemble or contradict her,
We are all nonored with multiplicity
Of epithetS, too numerous, and some or
them too gross, to be repeated. In this
society. and in this amusing and in
structive manner have / dragged out
weary fortnight, and am condemned to
pass another or three weeks as hap
PLY as the former. No captive negro.
or prisoner Of war, ever looked forward
TO their emancipation and return to
liberty with more joy, and with more
lingering expectation, than l do to my
escape from this maternal bondage, and
this accursed place, which is the region
of dullHess itself, and more stupid than
the banks of Lethe, though it possesses
contrary qualities to the river of obli-
WON, as the detested scenes l now Wit
ness, make me regret the happier ones
already passed. and wish Their restora-
ton.
Such, Augusta, is the happy life
now lead; such my amusements. l
wander about hating everything l
behold, and if / remained here few
months longer l should become what
with envy, spleen, and all uncharitable-
ness, complete misanthrope.
| There is naturally talk of a revival
of interest in Byron's verse in conse-
| quence of the publication of this new
! edition. Opinions differ as to the like
lihood of any marked revival. Byron
has unquestionably been neglected in
late years. Just why this is so have
never been able to understand. Prob
ably our modern admiration for men
who can turn phrases nicely has led US
away from a writer who was never
careful about such matters. Byron
was all fire and energy; he was moth
ing if not life and power. Mere form he
scorned. 1t was the idea, the senti-
ment. the burning thought, that he
cared most to set down. Never was
that breathe, such words that burn"
1 cannot doubt that his day will come
again. But that day will be a day
when heroes stalk abroad again, as
they did in the times of Byron. Had
America secured in Spain a "foeman
worthy of her STEEL" the time might
come now. But who can expect to find
heroes in war like the present? On
the one side, we have people talk
ing the brave talk Of Don Quixote, while
it's admirals run into land-locked har-
bors there to await the coming of an
enemy who can crush them as one
might crush an egg shell in the hand.
The wars which prevailed when Byron
wrote were conflicts between Titans
and the verse Byron wrote was in
spired by an energy that was Titanic
also. Piping times of peace are not
the times When Byron can hope to be
popular again. Nor can war times
make him popular, when great pow
er in the world has only the easy task
of crushing feeble, fallen state like
| Spain. Francis W. Halsey.