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To gaping multitudes, but, even here, 

 Beyond the arena, 1 must still be goaded ? 

 Have I no home where I ma)' rest awhile 

 From these assaults ? 



MALEDICUS. 



Ask your antagonists !— 

 Can they forget who trod them in the dust, 

 And then upraised them only to display 

 How much they had been sullied by the fall ? 



Tiue — true ! a generation must pass by. 



The unforgiving will remember me 



When I am low ; and lift triumphant hands, 



Knowing that mine will be so still : in phalanx 



They will assail me when I have no shield 



But the cold marble o'er my colder breast ; 



Which yet shall not repel them : they will strike 



In anger — that they cannot make me feel. 



But I shall mock them from the sepulchre 



With haughty silence — for with living power 



I now invest my ashes with that stern 



Posthumous attribute ! Go, tell them this — 



I scorn them from my soul ! ^line is a pride 



Which, though the heart be shattered, stands erect 



Amidst the ruins of its citadel : — 



A feeling that endureth — and endures ; 



Exists— and suffers ; but which yet no rack 



Shall wrench from out my bosom, but with life ; 



And e'en with parted life shall not resign 



Its power and influence. They may stride my dust, 



But nought shall quench that spirit, till they yield 



Their all of life to the oblivious soil : — 



Their names e'en frailer than their bones. 



[Maledicus disappears. 



In the 5th scene, Harold holds converse with a hermit in his cell, 

 wherein he gives a confidential liistory of his early life, mixed with 

 extenuations and regrets, too often the sad attendants of high-wrought 

 genius. This colloquy is full of instruction and interest. 



The characters in this poem are, — Harold de Burun, Percy, his 

 friend. Minstrel, Hermit, Maledicus, Harold's Evil Genius, Patronus, 

 Harold's Better Genius, Teresa, &c., and exclusive of the extract we 

 have given, there are some interesting portions of the different scenes, 

 which want of space alone deters us from transplanting to our pages. 

 The reader, in Percy, will instantly recognise the unfortunate Byshe 

 Shelley; and in Teresa, the still more unfortunate Italian Countess 

 de Gambia, both which characters are sustained with much of the 

 impress of generous feeling, and with a striking similitude to the best 

 accounts published of these Lord Byron's chosen friends. — This 

 volume is well worthy of perusal, and cannot fail, we think, to get 

 into general circulation. 



Of the Power, Wisdom, and Goodness of God, as shewn in the Works of 

 the Creation, by examples taken from among the least of terrestrial 

 creatures, also from the mineral arid vegetable productions of the Earth; 

 and from the inferior animals vp to Man. Edwards, London, and 

 Lees, Worcester, 1835. 



Our present number was completed when this volume came into our 

 hands, we have, therefore, no time to examine its contents, at least. 



