placid light of the moon, appeared a thousand times more lovely."
"During an entire winter, he went out every morning alone, to row
himself to the island of the Armenians (a small island, distant from
Venice about half a league), to enjoy the society of those learned and
hospitable monks, and to learn their difficult language." During the
summer, Lord Byron enjoyed the exercise of riding in the evening. "No
sunsets," said he, "are to be compared with those of Venice--they are
too gorgeous for any painter, and defy any poet."


[1] Letter-press of the superb "Landscape Annual" for the present
year, whence our Engraving is transferred. The Life of the noble
Poet at Venice cannot be better described than in his own
Letters, for which see pages 43-82 of the present volume.

[2] From some passages in his Lordship's Letters, this would not
appear correct.


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NATURE REVIVING.

(_For the Mirror._)


The rills run free, and fetterless, and strong,