The reader is here in six words artfully made acquainted with Lord Bateman'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.] [Footnote 2: _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.] [Footnote 3: _And every holth she drunk unto him Vos, "I vish Lord Bateman as you vos mine!"_