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CXL.

This special honour was conferr'd, because

He had behaved with courage and humanity Which last men like, when they have time to pause From their ferocities produced by vanity. His little captive gain'd him some applause For saving her amidst the wild insanity Of carnage, and I think he was more glad in her Safety, than his new order of St. Vladimir.

CXLI.

The Moslem orphan went with her protector,
For she was homeless, houseless, helpless; all
Her friends, like the sad family of Hector, (')
Had perish'd in the field or by the wall:
Her very place of birth was but a spectre

Of what it had been; there the Muezzin's call (2) To prayer was heard no more!—and Juan wept, And made a vow to shield her, which he kept. (3)

Empress Catherine. The tragedy should have closed at the conclusion of the last act on the spot. It was attributed more to a desire of gratifying the excessive vanity of Prince Potemkin, which was not easily satiated, than that of the empress herself." - DR. LAURENCE.]

(1) See Iliad, b. xxii.

(2) [See antè, Vol. VIII. p. 91.]

(3) [Cantos VI., VII., and VIII., if we except some parts of the assault of Ismail, contain a considerably less proportion of the higher class of poetry, than was to be found in those which preceded them. But in the keen and pervading satire, the bitter and biting irony, which constitute the peculiar forte of Lord Byron, we perceive no falling off in these present cantos. Nor are they deficient in that vein of playful humour, and that felicitous transition "from grave to gay, from lively to severe," so conspicuous in their predecessors. The execution, on the whole, we think quite equal to that displayed in the earlier parts of the poem. CAMPBELL.]

DON JUAN.

CANTO THE NINTH

We ex

[CANTOS IX., X., and XI. were written at Pisa, and published in London, by Mr. John Hunt, in August, 1823. tract the following specimens of contemporary criticism:

:

"That there is a great deal of what is objectionable in these three cantos, who can deny? What can be more so than to attack the King, with low, vile, personal buffooneries-bottomed in utter falsehood, and expressed in crawling malice? What can be more exquisitely worthy of contempt than the savage imbecility of these eternal tirades against the Duke of Wellington? What more pitiable than the state of mind that can find any gratification in calling such a man as Southey by nicknames that one would be ashamed of applying to a coal-heaver? What can be so abject as this eternal trampling upon the dust of Castlereagh? Lord Byron ought to know that all men, of all parties, unite in regarding all these things, but especially the first and the last, as insults to themselves, and as most miserable degradations of him.

"But still Don Juan is, without exception, the first of Lord Byron's works. It is by far the most original in point of conception. It is decidedly original in point of tone. It contains the finest specimens of serious poetry he has ever written; and it contains the finest specimens of ludicrous poetry that our age has witnessed. Frere may have written the stanza earlier; he may have written it more carefully, more musically, if you will; but what is he to Byron? Where is the sweep, the pith, the soaring pinion, the lavish luxury of genius revelling in strength. No: no: Don Juan, say the canting world what it will, is destined to hold a permanent rank in the literature of our country. It will always be referred to as furnishing the most powerful picture of that vein of thought (no matter how false and had) which distinguishes a great portion of the thinking people of our time."- BLACKWOOD.]

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DON JUAN.

CANTO THE NINTH.

I.

OH, Wellington! (or "Vilainton" (1)-for Fame
Sounds the heroic syllables both ways;
France could not even conquer your great name,
But punn'd it down to this facetious phrase-
Beating or beaten she will laugh the same,)

You have obtain❜d great pensions and much praise: Glory like yours should any dare gainsay, Humanity would rise, and thunder" Nay !" (2)

II.

I don't think that you used Kinnaird quite well
In Marinèt's affair (3) — in fact, 't was shabby,
And like some other things won't do to tell
Upon your tomb in Westminster's old abbey.

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Point d'argent dans la ville de Paris," &c. - DE BERANGER.] (2) Query-Ney?- Printer's Devil.

(3) [The late Lord Kinnaird was received in Paris, in 1814, with great civility by the Duke of Wellington and the royal family of France, but he had himself presented to Buonaparte during the hundred days, and intrigued on with those of that faction, in spite of the Duke's remonstrances, until the re-restored government ordered him out of the French territory in 1816. In 1817, he became acquainted at Brussels with one Marinèt, an adventurer mixed up in a conspiracy to assassinate the Duke in the streets of Paris. This fellow at first promised to discover the man who actually shot at his Grace, but, on reaching Paris, shuffled and would say nothing; and Lord Kinnaird's avowed cause of complaint against the

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