and, if in thy life
    Not happy, in thy death thou surely wert,
    Thy wish accomplish’d; dying in the land
    Where thy young mind had caught ethereal fire,
    Dying in GREECE, and in a cause so glorious! 
      “They in thy train—­ah, little did they think,
    As round we went, that they so soon should sit
    Mourning beside thee, while a Nation mourn’d,
    Changing her festal for her funeral song;
    That they so soon should hear the minute-gun,
    As morning gleam’d on what remain’d of thee,
    Roll o’er the sea, the mountains, numbering
    Thy years of joy and sorrow. 
                                 “Thou art gone;
    And he who would assail thee in thy grave,
    Oh, let him pause!  For who among us all,
    Tried as thou wert—­even from thine earliest years,
    When wandering, yet unspoilt, a highland boy—­Tried
    as thou wert, and with thy soul of flame;
    Pleasure, while yet the down was on thy cheek,
    Uplifting, pressing, and to lips like thine,
    Her charmed cup—­ah, who among us all
    Could say he had not err’d as much, and more?”

[Footnote 62:  “See the Cries of Bologna, as drawn by Aunibal Caracci.  He was of very humble origin; and, to correct his brother’s vanity, once sent him a portrait of their father, the tailor, threading his needle.”]

[Footnote 63:  “The principal gondolier, il fante di poppa, was almost always in the confidence of his master, and employed on occasions that required judgment and address.”]

[Footnote 64:  “Adrianum mare.—­CICERO.”]

[Footnote 65:  “See the Prophecy of Dante.”]

[Footnote 66:  “See the tale as told by Boccaccio and Dryden.”]

[Footnote 67:  “They wait for the traveller’s carriage at the foot of every hill.”]

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On the road to Bologna he had met with his early and dearest friend, Lord Clare, and the following description of their short interview is given in his “Detached Thoughts.”

“Pisa, November 5. 1821.

“’There is a strange coincidence sometimes in the little things of this world, Sancho,’ says Sterne in a letter (if I mistake not), and so I have often found it.

“Page 128. article 91. of this collection, I had alluded to my friend Lord Clare in terms such as my feelings suggested.  About a week or two afterwards I met him on the road between Imola and Bologna, after not having met for seven or eight years.  He was abroad in 1814, and came home just as I set out in 1816.