manifested in this way, how the lower must follow and serve the higher, despite its jeering mistrust and the stubborn realities which break up the plans of this pure-minded champion.
The effect produced on the mind is nowise that described by Byron:—
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away, &c. On the contrary, who is not conscious of a sincere reverence for the Don, prancing forth on his gaunt steed?
Who would not rather be he than any of the persons who laugh at him?—Yet the one we wot De Stael or the useful Edgeworth——though De Stael is useful too, but it is on the grand scale, on liberalizing, regenerating principles, and has not the immediate practical success that Edgeworth has. I met with a parallel the other day between Byron and Rousseau, and had a mind to send it to you, it was so excellent.
Cambridge, Jan. 10, 1827.—As to my studies, I am engrossed in reading the elder Italian poets, beginning with Berni, from whom I shall proceed to Pulci and Politian.
Genius is universal, and can appeal to the common heart of man. But even here I would not have it too direct.
I prefer to see the thought or feeling made universal.
How different the confidence of Goethe, for instance, from that of Byron!
But for us lesser people, who write verses merely as vents for the overflowings of a personal experience, which in every life of any value craves occasionally the accompaniment of the lyre, it seems to me that all the value of this utterance n I could have expected, stated his sentiments: first, that Wordsworth had, in truth, guided, or, rather, completely vivified the poetry of this age; secondly, that 't was his influence which had, in reality, given all his better individuality to Byron.
He recurred again and again to this opinion, con amore, and seemed to wish much for an answer; but I would not venture, though 't was hard for me to forbear, I knew so well what I thought.
Mr. G——'s Wordsworthianism, however, is excellent; his
n is expressed as forcibly as in the most sarcastic passage of the chanson.
In La Faridondaine every sound is a witticism, and levels to the ground a bevy of what Byron calls garrison people.
ou la systeme des interpretations is equally witty, though there the form seems to be as much in the saying, as in the comic mel line of the cheek and chin are here, as usual, of unrivalled beauty.
The bust of Napoleon is here also, and will naturally be named, in connection with that of Byron, since the one in letters, the other in arms, represented more fully than any other the tendency of their time; more than any other gave it a chance for reaction.
There was another point of resemblance in the external being of the two, perfectly corresponding with that of the internal, a sense of which peculiarity drew on Byron some ridicule.
I mean that it was the intention of nature, that neither should ever grow fat, but remain a Cassius in the commonwealth.
And both these heads are ta