we are poetically given, it is in the sad piping strain of the forlorn,
deserted, or hopeless lover. Gaiety is not English: we can be sentimental,
tender, witty, pretty, pompous, and glorious in our songs; but we ever
want the essential quality of gaiety--gaiety of heart--the dancing life of
the spirit, that makes the voice hum, the fingers crack merrily, and the
feet fidget restlessly on the ground.--_Spectator Newspaper_.

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LORD BYRON'S EARLY POEMS.


[The following specimens are from the Seventh Volume of the elegant
Edition of Lord Byron's Life and Works, now in the course of publication,
under the editorship of Mr. Moore:]


THE ADIEU.

_Written under the impression that the Author would soon die._


Adieu, thou hill![4] where early joy
Spread roses o'er my brow;
Where science seeks each loitering boy
With knowledge to endow.
Adieu, my youthful friends or foes,
Partners of former bliss or woes;
No more through Ida's path we stray;