"TO THINK THAT GOD'S FAIR WORLD HATH BEEN THE FOOTSTOOL OF A THING SO MEAN!"-BYRON. 264 IN THE BALANCE, HERO DUST IS VILE AS VULGAR CLAY."-BYRON. JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART. I entered, and I saw him lie Within the chamber, all alone; To dead Napoleon. He was not shrouded in a shroud, He lay not like the vulgar dead,— From his pale brow was fled. The eagle star shone on his breast, The sword he liked the best. A solemn smile was on his lips, Ye would have said some sainted sprite Some man, whose prayer at morn and night What thoughts had calmed his dying breast No sculptured pile our hands shall rear ; From Buonaparte's bier. ["These majestically solemn lines alone would have for ever stamped their author a poet of a high order.”—Dr. D. M. Moir.] "THOU, MORTALITY, ART JUST TO ALL THAT PASS AWAY."—BYRON. "OH, NE'ER MAY TYRANT LEAVE BEHIND A BRIGHTER NAME TO LURE MANKIND!"-LORD BYRON. "SPEED THEE well, noble soul, GALLANT HEART, THE DAUPHIN. 265 Hon. Robert Lytton. [THE Hon. Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, the only son of Lord Lytton, was born on the 8th of November 1831. He was educated at Harrow, and afterwards completed his curriculum at Bonn. He entered the diplomatic service in 1849, and has several times been employed upon special missions. His first work, "Clytemnestra," produced under the nom de plume of "Owen Meredith," appeared in 1855. Then came "The Wanderer; or, a Collection of Poems," in 1859; "Lucille," a novel in verse, 1860; “The King of Amasis," 1863; and "Chronicles and Characters," in 1868. His characteristics are, a remarkable fluency of versification, much grace and richness of fancy, and a cultivated taste.] SPEED THEE WELL, WHERESOEVER THOU ART, IN THE RANKS OF THE ARMIES OF LIFE,-(ROBERT LYTTON) WHO DOST BATTLE FOR GOOD TO THE DEATH, IN THAT BATTLE WHICH NEVER SHALL CEASE."-R. LYTTON. THE DAUPHIN. [Louis XVII., son of Louis XVI. and of Marie Antoinette, died in prison, June 8, 1795.] PALACE here, a People there, For the rain is raining heavily, And the sick day shutting a bloodshot eye. This one. Broidered of satin, as best befits, WHO UNSCARED GOES FORTH TO THE STRIFE; "OF WHAT MIGHTY ENDEAVOURS BEGUN WHAT RESULTS INSUFFICIENT REMAIN,-(ROBERT LYTTON) 266 LO, HOW LITTLE EARTH SAVES AT THE MOST-ROBERT LYTTON) HON. ROBERT LYTTON. For the childhood of this child is heir The late Sunbeam, now sinking in his hair Faintly, solemnly lingers there group that all are gone. For, since thou, O child, didst flee, Hearest thou the sounds outside? OF THE Life of her BRAVEST AND BEST."-HON, ROBERT LYTTON. AND OF HOW MANY VICTORIES WON HALF THE SPOILS HAVE BEEN TAKEN AGAIN!"-R. LYTTON. "NO MAN'S LABOUR FOR GOOD IS IN VAIN, THOUGH HE WIN NOT THE CROWN, BUT THE CROSS."-r. Lytton. FIGHT IT OUT, NEVER COUNTING THE COST ;-(ROBERT LYTTON) Philippe, Duc de Chartres, afterwards the Duc d'Orleans, so well known as Philippe L'Egalité. MAN'S THE Deed is, the CONSEQUENCE god's."-robert Lytton. "EVERY WISH FOR MAN'S GOOD IS A GAIN; EVERY DOUBT OF MAN'S GAIN IS A LOSS."-ROBERT LYTTON. "NOT THE PRICE THAT WE BARGAIN TO PAY, BUT THE PRICE THAT SHE SETS ON HERSELF,-(ROBERT LYTTON) 268 "THE MERE LOSS OF AN UNTRUTH IS EVER-(robert lytTON) Stormy starvelings, smutched and soiled, The famished wild beast's roar for bread! Cry Of the poor man's child, supprest In a people's starving breast GOOD AS GREAT AS THE GAIN OF A TRUTH."-ROBERT LYTTON. IS THE VALUE OF TRUTH. WHO CAN WEIGH WHAT THE WEIGHT OF HER WORTH IS IN PELF!"-ROBERT LYTTON. |