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Journal Entry: 18 February 1821

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“February 18th, 1821.

“The news are that the Neapolitans have broken a bridge, and slain four pontifical carabiniers, whilk carabiniers wished to oppose. Besides the disrespect to neutrality, it is a pity that the first blood shed in this German quarrel should be Italian. However, the war seems begun in good earnest; for, if the Neapolitans kill the Pope’s carabiniers, they will not be more delicate towards the Barbarians. If it be even so, in a short time ‘there will be news o’ thae craws,’ as Mrs. Alison Wilson says of Jenny Blane’s ‘unco cockernony’ in the Tales of my Landlord.

“In turning over Grimm’s Correspondence to-day, I found a thought of Tom Moore’s in a song of Maupertuis to a female Laplander.
A. D. 1821. LIFE OF LORD BYRON. 429
‘Et tous les lieux,
Où sont ses yeux,
Font la Zone brûlante.’
This is
‘And those eyes make my climate, wherever I roam.’
But I am sure that Moore never saw it; for this song was published in Grimm’s Correspondence in 1813, and I knew Moore’s by heart in 1812. There is also another, but an antithetical coincidence—
‘Le soleil luit,
Des jours sans nuit
Bientôt il nous destine;
Mais ces longs jours
Seront trop courts,
Passés près des Christine.’
This is the thought, reversed, of the last stanza of the
ballad on Charlotte Lynes, given in Miss Seward’s Memoirs of Darwin, which is pretty—I quote from memory of these last fifteen years.

‘For my first night I’ll go
To those regions of snow,
Where the sun for six months never shines;
And think, even then,
He too soon came again,
To disturb me with fair Charlotte Lynes.’

“To-day I have had no communication with my Carbonari cronies: but, in the mean time, my lower apartments are full of their bayonets, fusils, cartridges, and what not. I suppose that they consider me as a depôt, to be sacrificed, in case of accidents. It is no great matter, supposing that Italy could be liberated, who or what is sacrificed, it is a grand object—the very poetry of politics. Only think—a free Italy!!! Why, there has been nothing like it since the days of Augustus. I reckon the times of Cæsar (Julius) free; because the commotions left every body a side to take, and the parties were pretty equal at the set out. But, afterwards, it was all prætorian and legionary business—and since!—we shall see, or, at least, some will see, what card will turn up.
430 NOTICES OF THE A. D. 1821.
It is best to hope, even of the hopeless. The Dutch did more than these fellows have to do, in the Seventy Years’ War.