neto' is the inscription (and well inscribed in this instance) on the sea walls between the Adriatic and Venice. The walls were a republican work of the Venetians; the inscription, I believe, Imperial; and inscribed by Napoleon the First. It is time to continue to him that title there will be a second by and by, 'Spes altera mundi,' if he live; let him not defeat it like his father. But, in any case, he will be preferable to Imbeciles. There is a glorious field for him, if he know how to cultivate it. Line 526. Untying' squires to fight against the churches.'

Page 991, line 695. The very powerful parson, Peter Pith. Query, Sidney Smith, author of Peter Plimley's Letters? - PRINTER'S DEVIL.

Page 993, line 820. What is call'd mobility. In French mobilité.' I am not sure that mobility is English; but it is expressive of a quality which rather belongs to other climates, though it is sometimes seen to a great extent in our own. It may be defined as an excessive susceptibility of immediate impressions the same time without losing the past; and is, though sometimes apparently useful to the possessor, a most painful and unhappy attribute. Page 994, line 913. Who would not sigh A al Tav Kubepelar. [Alas, Cytherea !]

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Page 995, line 920. Alma Venus Genetrix!' [From the famous opening of the De Rerum Natura.]

[Here may be added three poems recently discovered and attributed to Byron with some show of reason. The first was published by H. Buxton Forman in a letter to the Athenæum of June 11, 1904. It is addressed to Mary Chaworth (afterwards Mrs. Musters), and was written by Byron with a pencil on the last endpaper and paste-down of a book belonging to Miss Chaworth - the first volume of an English translation, in two volumes, of the Letters of Madame de Maintenon, published in London in 1772. It consists of three stanzas, as follows:Ah memory torture me no more, The present 's all o'ercast

My hopes of future bliss are oer
In Mercy veil the past.

Why bring those Images to view
I henceforth must resign
Ah why those happy hours renew
That never can be mine.

Past pleasure doubles present pain
To Sorrow adds regret.
Regret and hope are both in vain
I ask but to Forget.

In the same letter to the Athenæum Mr. Forman published the following stanzas, which were found written in Byron's hand on both sides of a single quarto leaf of paper. They had been printed in Galignani's Paris edition of 1837, under the head of “Attributed Poems:

TO MY DEAR MARY ANNE

I

Adieu to sweet Mary forever

From her I must quickly depart Though the fates us from each other Sever Still her Image will dwell in my Heart.

II

The flame that within my breast burns, Is unlike what in Lovers hearts Glows The Love which for Mary I feel,

Is far purer than Cupid bestows.

III

I wish not your peace to disturb,
I wish not your Joys to molest;
Mistake not my passion for Love
'Tis your friendship alone I request.

IV

Not ten thousand Lovers could feel
The friendship my bosom contains
It will ever within my heart dwell
While the warm blood flows through my
Veins.

V

May the Ruler of Heaven look down,
And my Mary from evil defend;
May She neer know Adversity's Frown
May her happiness neer have an end.

VI

Once more my sweet Girl Adieu
Farewell I with anguish repeat,
Forever Ill think upon you

While this Heart In my bosom shall beat.

A third poem was printed in two issues of Good Words, June and July, 1904, and is vouched for by the editor of that periodical. It is contained in three loose sheets of hand-made paper of the time, used for the rough draft of the composition and the jotting down of rhymes and

ideas, and a small quarto copy-book (6 inches by 7 inches) in which a fair transcription has been made of the finished stanzas, with gaps of one or more pages left between the stanzas, or groups of two or more stanzas, to be filled up as the poem progressed. The theme was evidently suggested by the Coronation of George IV., and the stanzas must have been written just before the proposed date of the ceremony, August 1, 1820, or the actual date, July 19, 1821. The completed stanzas with the comment in Good Words are as follows:

Hoping to see their Kingdom marked perhaps Somewhere near Croker's Mountains on his

maps.

VI

Poor Croker! It is very hard to lose One's Mountains! But a truce with maps and charts.

For some one whispers (could it be my Muse?) That Humbugs are found natives of all parts, And scattered through all nations like the Jews,

And have, like them, great skill in little arts, Yet not, like them, held up to scorn and laughter,

They 're feasted, listened to, and followed after.

VII

Then I have known some few-It is a sect
Enjoys so much beyond mere toleration
(More even than the Catholics expect)
There's scarce a post of honour in the nation,
Never a star with which they 're not bedecked.
To have a King then of their own creation
Is but one step, nay scarce a step I doubt
When Almack's tickets fly to find them out.

Here there occurs a hiatus in the finished copy, Byron evidently being unable to get the next stanza to his liking. In the draft, however, there are a series of incomplete stanzas and half-worked-out ideas. He seems first to have contemplated describing the procession of Humbugs. Then, breaking off for a time, he turns to the consideration of the question, who is most fit to be King of the Humbugs! The prosecution of this theme being probably for the time not congenial, Byron leaves it, to turn to the discussion of another point in his satire the place where the coronation, or the election, of the Humbug Monarch was to be held. In this direction he was for a brief period more successful, the next three stanzas having apparently been written at once into the copybook, without any previous drafting, the sequence of the rough copy going to prove that no part of it has been lost, and such alternative readings as have occurred to Byron being inserted in the fair copy.

Both civil, military, and religious, Some there had patents, others stars and pensions,

Half those who print, and with their thoughts oblige us,

The authors of all manners of inventions. Oxford and Cambridge severally sent Messrs.... With very good degrees... and some professors.

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There must be room to swagger and to bluster,
To bustle and look big or all will fail,
Some of the places which have been discussed

are

Enough perhaps to lodge them in detail,

And by instalments - But a general muster!
No house is sure of a sufficient scale,
No, not his gracious Majesty's pavilion
Though that is said to have cost him near a
million.

Another break. That he endeavored to follow up his temporary success is evident from the rough draft, mainly composed of suggestions of various places where the ceremony should be held. At last he gets the idea of holding it in the now vacated booths of Smithfield fair, and goes ahead again : —

Whatever comes to their long ears, and more Our Consuls nowadays write home of course. O had Caligula preferred an ass,

He might have found one Consul at Patras.

Byron was now tired of his task. A number of attempts that are little more than memoranda for rhymes are entered on the copy-book. But leaving the intermediate stanzas to take care of themselves for the time being, he resumes his theme at a later point with slightly better fortune.

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When Wood came forward all cried out 't is pity

He don't try somewhere else. This won't do here.

Remember, Wood, that Smithfield 's in the city, You're known-You might get snuff-boxes elsewhere.

Some even boldly ventured to be witty
Upon his civic or political career,

While those who knew him better as a brewer Wished that the ingredients of his beer were fewer.

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