He was a man of a proud and independent spirit, good hearted, but irascible. The year before he retired to end his days under the roof of his brother in Wales, he was one day walking in St. James's Street, when meeting a group of young men of fashion, they made some rude remarks upon his personal infirmities. Feeling indignant, he followed them to a neighbouring tavern, and entering their apartment, said, "My name is Wilson-I am a man who have distinguished myself amongst my fellow men, and I will know your names." They happened to be gentlemen, and not ignorant of his merits; when associating the great but unfortunate painter with the person before them, they expressed their shame and contrition with so becoming a grace, that the painter, overcome by the elegance of their manners, and the young men participating in his feeling, a scene ensued that would have made a touching impression upon an audience from the stage. There is a small sketch of the bust of Wilson extant, which Sir George Beaumont, Bart. made from the life. From this we have lately seen an etching by an amateur artist, Captain Hastings. Herein, too, the nose is remarkably prominent. The painter is carelessly resting his maul-stick on his shoulder. In this slight sketch, too, he wears a bag. The rage for collecting every scrap of Wilson, is to be numbered among the extraordinary revolutions of moral actions, within the limits of half a century. This admirable painter died neglected in the year 1782. He is now in 1824, all but canonised by the amateurs of landscape. Indeed there are some few connoisseurs yet sojourning among us, who knew this great painter, and left him to starve, who now kneel down at the shrine of his fame, and affect to regard his memory with a zeal verging upon idolatry! One of our greatest landscape painters, who is the ardent admirer of Wilson, only recently picked up a scrap of his, for which he gave forty guineas. In Wilson's prime, it was executed by commission for a nobleman, at exactly a fifth part of that sum. We understand it is now estimated to be worth four hundred. Taking it at this valuation, a picture by an English painter, in less than fifty years, has risen to the worth of fifty times the original sum, for which it was painted! REVIEWS. Venice under the Yoke of France and of Austria: with Memoirs of the Courts, Governments, and People of Italy; presenting a faithful picture of her present Condition, and including original Anecdotes of the Buonaparte Family. By a Lady of Rank. London: G. and IV. B. Whittaker, 2 vols. 1824. intriguing, than her manner of "saying and doing," and she has transferred to her volumes all the peculiarities of her personal character. Hence they are lively and entertaining, in spite of an immense quantity of common place and absurdity. Her own notion of her capacities and means of observation are thus set down by herself : "The facts and anecdotes contained in the following pages, are the result of close observation, made during a long residence in Italy; but more especially in that very interesting portion of it, which has been so little attended to by our modern writers of books of travels, known as the Venetian States. "From the opportunity which my rank in life afforded me, of mixing in the first societies, I have been enabled to observe the nobility and gentry of that country in their public, as well as in their private capacity in their court etiquette, as well as in their more easy domestic circles. I know the general character of the people of Italy. I have both summered them and wintered them. I am intimately acquainted with their local habits, their manners, their customs, their propensities, and particularly as they affect the interests of myown country: a species of knowledge this, which it is impossible for those superficial doers of books of travels to obtain, who, in nine instances out of ten, are either ignorant of the language of the country they are attempting to describe, or out of humour and mortified at the difficulty they have found of getting introduced into that good society, by mingling in which, real and genuine information can alone be obtained." The work opens with some pages of rhapsodical pomp about the old Italian glory, and its sad downfall under the assaults of imperial and royal power. After a slight sketch of Venice, previous to the Revolution, in which her citizens are pourtrayed as immoral, unprincipled, and cowardly, the authoress goes on to particularize the conduct of Bonaparte towards the Republic, and to describe the means he resorted to in order to acquire and confirm his power in Italy. He is censured as tasteless in his notions about art, and a stupid blunderer in affairs of politics. He is called by a great many hard names, amongst the gentlest of which is "a mountebank upstart." The greatest of all the offences, however, which our fair author can discover, is the following : "After the battle of Austerlitz, a suspension of arms was agreed upon; and a conference was appointed to settle the preliminaries of peace, which immediately followed between the French Einperor and the monarchs of Russia and Prussia. It was agreed, that the place of meeting between the sovereigns should be a barge, then lying in the river, at which the three monarchs were to arrive at one and the same time; not unlike the etiquette which was observed between Octavius. Lepidus, and Mark Antony, the execrable murderers of the immortal Cicero. Buonaparte was the first who entered the boat; but, the Emperor of Russia venturing to take the precedency of the Mameluke, the well-known constant attendant and salva guardia of Napoleon, the little man instantly turned round, and darted one of his Corsican looks at Emperor of Russia and King of Prussia, intimating that it was his pleasure that this Asiatic IF not a very valuable, this is at least a very amusing book. It throws some light upon the Austrian and French dominion in Italy, and even when it does not give any information it furnishes something to smile at, in the curious notions and irregular style of the sprightly authoress. The "Lady of Rank," is, we believe, a Marchioness Di Solari, an Englishwoman by birth, and the wife of a Venetian nobleman, who played a part in the declining fortunes of his country. He suffered a good deal by the Revolution both in his fortunes and his health, and if we mistake not, ultimately perished by violence. The opportunities of the autho-slave should enter first. Necessitas non habet legem. ress for gaining information were no doubt great, and she seems to be of a character to improve them to the utmost. Nothing can be more bustling, officious, and There was no retreating. The Monarchs took the hint, and actually followed in the rear of the Mameluke!" But the lady is impartial. If she abuses Buonaparte, she does not spare his conquerors, and they are gibbeted through a great many pages, as unholy, sacrilegious, ignorant, bigotted, &c. &c. Her reflections are rather irregular in their arrangement, and not very profound in their character-but she makes up for all other deficiencies, by submitting her own notions about what a government should be, and concludes with a funny story about an old rat. The present state of Venice comes next, and it is described as being singularly wretched. The iron hand of Austrian dominion weighs them to the earth. The severity of the laws is pointed out, and reprobated with becoming earnestness. The various tribunals which serve as the immediate instruments of oppression are minutely described. Indeed, the facts stated in this part of the book are valuable, and we regret that they are overloaded with a mass of trashy reflection. Were the facts separated from the fine writing which accompanies them, and thrown into better order, they would form a very useful work-to illustrate the character of the Austrian sway. For their truth we can ourselves vouch, after a residence of many months in different parts of the Lombardo-Veneto kingdom. But few except those who are obliged to do it, will wade through the labyrinth of these volumes. They present the most extraordinary.confusion of thought, fact, order, and expression. All things, no matter how heterogeneous, are jumbled together in most "admired disorder." The eye and finger become tired in turning over and examining different parts of the volume, long after the mind has been absolutely exhausted. The authoress, speaking as she does from the experience of twenty years, ought to be good authority on the subject of the Venetian character. Her report is extremely favourable, perhaps too much so. But the Venetian society always stood highest in comparison with the rest of Italy : "Generally speaking, the Venetians are gentle, affable, polite, courteous, hospitable, and more civilized and better informed than the inhabitants of any other part of Italy. Their conversation is at once entertaining and instructive. The vast number of men of talent, in every art and science. to which the Republic has given birth, is a proof that its lakes are as abundant in genius, as they are fertile in the productions of their native element. As navigators, the Venetians claim the foremost rank; as warriors, they stand on an equality with the bravest; and as politicians, they are superior to evey other civilized nation in Europe. "The men are above the middle stature, rather inclined to be tall, and remarkably well made. They have good clear complexions, fine expressive countenances, with an elegant and easy deportment. So remarkably constant are they in their attachments, that it is no uncommon thing to hear of friendships, between the sexes, of fifty and sixty years' standing. A Venetian rarely abandons the object of his primitive affection, except for ill-treatment or infidelity; and, even in those instances, he never fails to lend her his assistance, should she happen to stand in need the soul. They are interestingly delicate in their external manners and in their language; the Venetian being, of all the dialects of Italy, the most agreeable. In the mouth of a genteel Donna Veneziana, it adds to the native grace of her carriage, and never fails to charm and delight the ear of a stranger; especially when it happens to be placed in contrast with the vulgar Lombardian jargon. They are remarkably attentive to foreigners; though they rarely form a tender attachment for them. When, however, such an attachment does take place, it is usually most passionate and sincere.. "The societies at Venice, whether at private houses or at the public casinos, are generally enlivened with the smiling eyes, and gentle and fascinating looks of the fair sex, and are conducted with an elegance and an ease superior to most other female societies; and without any of that discordant rivalship of prerogatives, too often to be with elsewhere. The casinos are conducted much in the same manner as the subscription houses in London; where the members are at liberty to do as they please; with this especial difference, that the ladies only are subscribers, the gentlemen being honorary members. Strangers of respectability, of both sexes, are readily admitted, and meet with a polite and affable reception. The company are entertained with a concert, and treated with refreshments. Cards are introduced at the wish of any of the party; and other amusements, except those of hazard. These casinos are furnished in the most costly and elegant style, and are brilliantly lighted up with the beautiful wax candles for which Venice is so justly celebrated. "The regularity, the order, and the magnificence which prevail at these princely casinos, at once discover the ladies of Venice to be a superior race of beings to their neighbours of the Terra Firma. In their conversation they are lively and unaffected without levity, and communicative and affable without coquetry." We have already alluded to the exceptions taken by the authoress against the architectural taste of Napo. leon; she is still more harsh in her strictures against the Austrians: "Whatever your barbarians cannot mend, they uniformly take especial care to mar. For instance, the public buildings which, in the glorious time of the Republic, were as free of access as the churches, or nearly so, are now closed against the people, and can only be visited through the medium of a fee. Admittance to the Ducal Palace, which is a suite of saloons, the walls and ceilings of which still glow with the productions of Titian, Paulo Veronese, Tintoretto, and other inimitable masters, presenting a source of the purest delight to persons of taste and science, has been interdicted by these animals, who have no relish for these noble and sublime specimens of genius. The "Talk of the Goths and the Vandals! their barbarism might perhaps have shewn itself in shapes of greater ferocity; but I verily believe, that their yoke was not accompanied with more direful consequences, than those which the German sway will ultimately produce throughout Italy. 'paternal' government of His Imperial Majesty is ostentatiously boasted of on every public occasion. His extreme solicitude, and that of the individuals employed under him, for the general good, is pompously trumpeted forth, whenever an opportunity presents itself; while facts, of the most damning description, give the lie to the averment. Nakedness, and poverty, and beggary, are hydras which might, at least, silence these unfeeling men. But no: the obstinacy of the dolts is proverbial, and the Italians in their employ (chiefly strangers to the city, or if born in it, persons of no character or note) acquiesce in all their Indeed, the crafty Germans take care to give it out, that every one of the grievances which the people are measureв. made to endure, is not suggested by themselves, but is the work of some of their own countrymen." The regulations with regard to money, are a source of great vexation, dispute and loss to the Venetians. In changing a five franc piece, the tradesman loses nearly five farthings, and the consequence is, that he will not change it unless the purchaser will spend enough with him to cover the loss. The poorer classes therefore, when they happen to possess any large piece of money, are obliged to resort to the professional money changers, and submit to a considerable loss:"I have frequently scen a Chevalier d'Industrie call for his cup of coffee, which costs about twopence, and in payment thereof throw down a five-franc piece. The waiter, of course, cannot give change, as the loss by so doing would amount to more than the cost of the cup of coffee. Upon this, the furbone, after rapping out some half dozen score of oaths at the state of the money-market, repockets his crownpicce, and walks off without paying for his coffee. Others present a zecchino, worth about five-and-twenty livres; by which, however, the loss is not so great, since a couple of five-frank pieces and a livre or two, will about make up the sum. But the coffee-house keeper does not comply, unless he happens to have Spanish, or some crowns of the same value, to give; having constantly an eye to the agio borne by the smaller coin." The description of the public buildings, paintings, &c. of Venice, is short, and not worth extracting from, and we must pass over the sketch of the causes which led to the overthrow of the Venetian republic. Our author is a great politician, and we prefer looking to other sources for our knowledge on these matters. She tells us, however, that if her advice had been followed, Venice never would have been overthrown!-A single anecdote, however, we will quote, as indicative of the spirit in which the Austrian dominion began :"When Francesco Pesaro first came to Venice, as the Austrian Commissary-General, furnished with full powers to inflict on his countrymen that persecution, imprisonment, and banishment, which he himself so richly merited at their hands, for having first betrayed and then deserted the government, a grand fete was given at the Filarmonica to this modern Sylla, at which Madame Grassini was en gaged to sing. When I entered the saloon, the concert had already commenced; and a gentleman, one of the chers amis of the above singer, whose name was Giuseppe Ferro, a corn-factor, obligingly gave up his own seat for my accommodation. Of course, I entered into that kind of conversation with him which his civility demanded. "On the other side of the saloon was seated the great Francesco Pesaro. As soon as the first act of the concert was over, my husband, being an old acquaintance of the mighty man, went across the room to congratulate him on his return to his country; and, pointing to the spot where I was sitting, he said, Yonder is my better half; but she is so near-sighted, that I am sure she cannot distinguish your Excellency at this distance.'- What,' replied Pesaro, the lady who is conversing with the gentleman by the side of her? I must go and have a little chat with her." Accordingly, Pesaro crossed the saloon, and very politely seated himself by me, and asked who the person was who had so much engaged my attention, as to prevent me from recognizing him. Unluckily for the poor man, I replied, 'It is M. Ferro, to whose politeness I am indebted for my seat.'-' What!" exclaimed Pesaro, that birbone, who was a member of the municipality?'-' The same,' said I; 'and who, at the time of the downfall of the government, deserved so much from his country, by preventing the city from falling a prey to the plunder of the Schiavoni.' "On that very night, poor Ferro was arrested by the agents of Pesaro; dragged from his relatives, who entirely depended on him for their subsistence, without any accusation being adduced against him, without being heard in his defence, or allowed to communicate with any one of his family, or receive the smallest assistance; and sent off as a galley slave, to work on the Danube at Olmutz; where he remained until the French retook the Venetian territories, when, with many others, he was released from captivity, and restored to his numerous friends and distressed relations." The picture of Venetian society in its present state, is most melancholy. Our author enumerates, by name, all the principal leaders of fashion, and describes their characters with a liberal hand. She is by no means nice in her terms, and it may be a consolation to a certain class of females in our own country, to know that every one of the titled and distinguished dames of Venice, are remarkable for having une vertue de moins. But our fair author seems to delight in what may be termed rich writing. In speaking of the musical character of the Venetians, she gives the reader a long account of the domestic habits of Mrs. Billington-which will be new to most, and will be interesting in proportion to the strictness or laxity of their moral tastes. The story is singularly scandalous, though certainly not untrue. There are several chapters relating to the conduct of the Buonaparte family, while in Venice, and they abound in anecdotes, some of which are extremely curious. The connection of the author, her husband being one of Buonaparte's Prefects, placed her in situations which gave her access to much out-of-the-way anecdote. She has a great dislike to Napoleon, and expresses it in very plain language. This dislike gives a strong tinge of prejudice to her opinions, but it is not likely that her opinions will be much quoted, and the injury to history is comparatively trifling. The first volume relates entirely, (allowing for countless digressions) to Venice. The second refers to the other parts of Italy. It is written in the same spirit, and possesses the same peculiarities of style and manner. The volume is sprinkled with amusing anecdotes, many of which have but a slight reference to Italy, and others none at all. We will occasionally extract some of the more illustrative kind : "I was myself coming from Genoa on the very day upon which the battle of Marengo took place. The overflow of the Scrivia hindered me from proceeding, and obliged me to stop at an inn, at no great distance from the field of action. We had scarcely alighted from our carriage, and were coolly taking a luncheon, when a French efficer entered, who was flying to prepare horses for the escape of Buonaparte, who was then closely pursued by the Germans. This officer must have been well known to the innkeeper, as he greatly interested himself in procuring him a disguise. the more effectually to forward his immediate escape. "The French drums were beating the retreat. He en tered the room in which we were sitting, and exclaimed, Sauvez moi; sauvez moi; tout est perdu! We entreated him to sit down and tranquillize himself, until the landlord should return with the clothes which were to disguise him. It was with much difficulty that we could prevail on him not to take off his uniform and throw it into the cistern. But, whilst we were assuring him, that as soon as the flood subsided we would give him a seat in our carriage, where he would be safe to pursue his journey, the town was suddenly filled with the French troops, and the whole country resounding with shouts, that the French had gained the battle. In a short time after a division entered, bearing the colours of the victors. The aforesaid officer nearly fainted at this unexpected turn in the wheel of dame Fortune; and, thinking no more of us, he flew, with the rapidity of lightning, put on his uniform, belted on his sword, embraced several of the soldiers, and was instantly out of sight, in quest of the head quarters of Buonaparte." "I happened to be at Paris in the year 1803, when Buonaparte was made First Consul, and was introduced to his mother, Madame Letitia. I complimented the old lady on the good fortune and great talents of her son: to which she replied in a very affable manner, Bless me, Madame! do you faney that a First Consulship will satisfy him? O, no: the world is too small for the vast notions of my son.'" "A short time after his sister Caroline had been married to the present King of Naples, Leopold, Grand Duke of Tuscany, paid him a visit, for the purpose of regulating some points connected with the Neapolitan government. In the course of the discussion, the King asked Leopold, how many Neapolitans he had in Tuscany? The Grand Duke replied, that the question had no relevancy to the subject before them. 'Indeed but it has, retorted the King of Naples, for I have many thousands of Tuscansub jects in my dominions; and that is a pretty plain proof that they like my government better than they do their own; for when people are happy, and possess the means of obtaining a subsistence, they never quit their native land in quest of it." "From the fear of being supplanted, not in the affections of her husband, but in the exercise of her power, the Queen of Naples suspected every female to whom the king paid particular attention. Effectually to prevent such attentions, she would instantly banish the object of her suspicions, not merely from the court, but from the kingdom. "For instance-the last time that Madame Banti, the celebrated singer, performed at the theatre San Carlo, the very night which terminated her engagement, she was hurried away from the stage to a carriage, and was not allowed to go to her lodgings, or even to take any repose, until she had passed the Neapolitan territory, from a fear lest the should cause her engagement to be renewed. And spoken." The chapters relating to Naples are full of entertainment. Almost every reader knows the singular character of the king, and our author has contrived to collect together a mass of amusing details respecting him and his court. She takes the other towns and kingdoms of Italy in their course, and handies them in the same way. Under the head of Milan, we are again treated with a melange of Buonapartean anecdotes: "The first time Buonaparte's name was mentioned in Italy, was at a dinner given at Florence by Lord Hervey the British minister, to a gentleman who had come from Toulon with Horatio Nelson, then the commander of the Agamemnon, in company with Mr. Udney the British consul at Leghorn; at which dinner I had the honour of being one of the party. "The loss of Toulon becoming the subject of regret. one of the gentlemen expressed himself in the following terms respecting the re-taking of it by the French: The most active and obstinate of all the officers,' said he, was a little ill-looking fellow with a sallow complexion, whom I learnt to be a Lieutenant Buonaparte, possessing the most extraordinary countenance I ever beheld." "On his arrival, Buonaparte found the gates of Milan not merely open to receive him and his myrmidons, but taken off their hinges-never more to be closed against an enemy! And here he remained for a considerable time, with the whole Ajaccian brood. The mother Letitia; the sisters, Paulina, Eliza, Caroline; the worthy uncle Fesch; and the brothers Joseph, Lucien, Louis, all established themselves in Milan; together with General Le Brun, the generous, but duped cher ami of the beautiful Paulina Buonaparte, the present Princess Borghese; Le Clerc, Berthier, Bernadotte, Murat and many others. "All the engines of democracy were set in motion, and every man and woman applied to, that was likely to become instrumental to his revolutionary projects. Among others, the beautiful Ruga, the elegant Lainberti, once the chere amie of the Grand Duke Leopold, the Sopranzi Visconti, and many others were now to become the pot-companions of Madame Josephine; and the latter lady afterwards became the avowed mistress of Berthier. The place fixed on for the conciliabulum of Berthier and Visconti, of Lecchi and Ruga, of Paulina Buonaparte and Le Brun, of the sister of Lecchi and Murat, was, for the good of human nature as well as of the fine arts, the house of the celebrated painter, Appiani; where, too, La Madre Letizia' condescendingly stood god-mother to one of his daughters, who now bears the christian name of the good old lady." With an account of Milan, Genoa, and the Austrian this from the motives of jealousy of which I have just oppressions in Italy, the second volume concludes. Our extracts have been so copious, that we may spare ourselves the trouble of making any further observations on a work, which, with all its manifold faults, is still very amusing. "Even after his marriage, so naturally averse was he to occupy himself with the cares of the state, that, at the instance of her mother, the Empress Maria Theresa, Queen Caroline took into her own hands the reins of government, excepting that portion of it which she bestowed on the Marquis Gallo. For so doing, the king being one day dis- Posthumous Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley. London : pleased with him said, 'Ah, Gallo, Gallo; se non fosse per quella gallina d'Austria,' meaning the Queen, vi farei vedere chi sono.' The Marquis's office soon after devolved on the notorious General Acton, the son of an English doctor, residing in the south of France-a circumstance which gave birth to the jeu de mot, Hæc rex, hic regina, hic hæc et hoc Acton. That the witty insinuation was fully justified by facts, will hereafter abundantly appear." J. and H. L. Hunt, 8vo. 1824. We recollect to have once heard Mr. Wordsworth assert in conversation, that Shelley was by far the most promising young poet of the day, and we agreed with him. But alas! it has been but a promise. An unhappy bias in his notions on morality and religion, early affected his poetry, and he was cut off by a premature and sudden death, before experience could teach him the folly, and impracticability of his projects for reforming the world, and rescuing mankind from those " moral and religious superstitions," as he called them, by which society is at present corrupted. For our own part, we are disposed in the case of Mr. Shelley, to regard these delinquencies "more in sorrow than in anger." He had so many amiable and excellent qualities about him :- he was so noble minded and gene and was interred at Rome, if we mistake not, close to the tomb of his young friend. The The volume contains such of his minor poems as had never been published, and others which were scattered in periodical works. Amongst the latter is "Alastor," which had become extremely scarce. first poem in the present collection, is entitled Julian and Maddalo, and is a sketch of a little incident which happened at Venice. Under the names of Maddalo and Julian, it is evident that Mr. Shelley intends to rous hearted, so utterly free from low, mean, and illi-shadow forth Lord Byron and himself. We cannot beral feelings, that we ever considered him as the victim of an unhappy perversity of taste, rather than the voluntary agent of bad principles and destructive opinions. The present volume is edited by his widow, -a highly gifted female, the daughter of Godwin, and the celebrated Mary Wolstonecraft. She writes of her husband with the affection and reverence of a wife, and we will quote a few sentences from her beautiful tribute to his memory : "The comparative solitude in which MR. SHELLEY lived, was the occasion that he was personally known to few; and his fearless enthusiasm in the cause, which he considered the most sacred upon earth, the improvement of the moral and physical state of mankind, was the chief reason why he like other illustrious reformers, was pursued by hatred and calumny. No man was ever more devoted than he, to the endeavour of making those around him happy; no man ever possessed friends more unseignedly attached to him. The ungrateful world did not feel his loss, and the gap it made seemed to close as quickly over his memory as the murderous sea above his living frame. Hereafter men will lament that his transcendent powers of intellect were extinguished before they had bestowed on them their choicest treasures. To his friends his loss is irremediable: the wise, the brave, the gentle, is gone for ever! He is to them as a bright vision, whose radiant track, left behind in the memory, is worth all the realities that society can afford. Before the critics contradict me, let them appeal to any one who had ever known him: to see him was to love him; and his presence, like Ithuriel's spear, was alone sufficient to disclose the falsehood of the tale, which his enemies whispered in the ear of the ignorant world. "His life was spent in the contemplation of nature, in arduous study, or in acts of kindness and affection. He was an elegant scholar and a profound metaphysician: without possessing much scientific knowledge, he was unrivalled in the justness and extent of his observations on natural objects; he knew every plant by its name, and was familiar with the history and habits of every production of the earth. He could interpret without a fault each appearance in the sky, and the varied phenomena of heaven and earth filled him with deep emotion. He made his study and reading-room of the shadowed copse, the stream, the lake, and the waterfall. Ill health and continual pain preyed upon his powers, and the solitude in which we lived, particularly on our first arrival in Italy, although congenial to his feelings, must frequently have weighed upon his spirits; those beautiful and aflecting "Lines, written in dejection at Naples," were composed at such an interval; but when in health, his spirits were buoyant and youthful to an extraordinary degree." Mr. Shelly-it must be known to the public was drowned at sea, whilst on his passage from Lerica to Leghorn in a pleasure boat. His body was afterwards found, with a volume of Keat's poems in his pocket, spare any room for extracts illustrative of their opinions which are pretty familiar to the public, but the following description of Maddalo's child has some beautiful parts: "The following morn was rainy, cold, and dim: This lovely child-its father, Lord Byron, and the poet Mr. Shelley, are all three no more! The poem goes on to describe the affects of disappointed love on a strange officer who lost his senses, and was very generously assisted by Lord Byron. A single passage from the poet's Reflections : "He ceased, and overcome, leant back awhile; Of human nature. Then we linger not, |