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XIX.
XX.
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THE END.
NOTES.
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Lord Bateman then in passion flew,
And broke his sword in splinters three, [8]
Saying, "I vill give half my father's land
If so be as Sophia[9] has crossed the sea."
Then up and spoke this young bride's mother,
Who never vos heerd to speak so free: [10]
Sayin, 'You'll not forget my ounly darter,
If so be as Sophia has crossed the sea."
jLord. lus idktrlnnie, Ami ku |iVori£t>
Curlrutstu,Vi ilk. ait liar fLfeuts .so pull* of
"O it's true I made a bride of your darter,
But she's neither the better nor the vorse for
me;
She came to me with a horse and saddle,
But she may go home in a coach and three."
Lord Bateman then prepared another marriage,
With both their hearts so full of glee,
Saying, "I vill roam no more to foreign countries
Now that Sophia has crossed the sea."[ll]
_Some foreign country for to see._
The reader is here in six words artfully made
acquainted with LordBateman's character and
temperament.-Of a roving, wandering, and
unsettled spirit, his Lordship left his native
country, bound he knew not whither.
_Some_ foreign country he wished to see, and that
was the extent of his desire; any foreign country
would answer his purpose-all foreign countries
were alike to him. He was a citizen of the world,
and upon the world of waters, sustained by the
daring and reckless impulses of his heart, he
boldly launched. For anything, from pitch-and-toss
upwards to manslaughter,
his Lordship was prepared. Lord Bateman's
character at this time, and his expedition, would
appear to Have borne a striking resemblance to
those of Lord Byron.
His goblets brimmed with every costly wine,
And all that mote to luxury invite.
Without a sigh he left to cross the brine,
And traverse Paynim shores, and pass earth's
central line.
CHILDE HAROLD, CANTO I.]
This Turk he had, &c._
The poet has here, by that bold license which only
genius can venture upon, surmounted the extreme
difficulty of introducing any particular Turk, by
assuming a fore-gone conclusion in the reader's
mind, and adverting in a casual, careless way to a
Turk unknown, as to an old acquaintance. "_This_
Turk he had-" We have heard of no Turk before,
and yet this familiar
introduction satisfies us at once that we know him
well. He was a pirate, no doubt, of a cruel and
savage disposition, entertaining a hatred of the
Christian race, and accustomed to garnish his trees
and vines with such stray professors of Christianity
as happened to fall into his hands. "This Turk he
had-" is a master-stroke-a truly Shakspearian
touch. There are few things like it in the language.]
_And every holth she drunk unto him
Vos, "I vish Lord Bateman as you vos mine!"
A most affecting illustration of the sweetest
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