The worst remains to be told. These unhappy men were liberated from confinement about the same time, and both returned to Oxford. They seemed to have recovered their reasoning faculties, but the result showed that this was very far from being the case; for, happening to meet on the banks of the Cherwell, they attacked each other with such fury, that, like Brutus and Aruns, they were both killed on the spot,--the barber having been _burked_ in the encounter, and the student having died of a wound which he received in the throat by his antagonist's razor.--_Fraser's Magazine._ * * * * * THE LAST OF THE FAMILY. I bid thee welcome to my father's halls, But fled for ever is their wonted mirth, Death hath been busy in these fated walls, Casting dark shadows o'er our house and hearth, The brave--the beauteous from their home have past, And I remain of that loved band the last. Thou wilt not now my gallant brothers greet, Hiding amidst the glades with hound and horn, Nor my fair sisters, warbling ditties sweet, While gathering wild flowers in the dewy morn; Evening will come, but will not bring again, The song--the tale--the dance--the festal train. I can but bid thee to my lonely room, Where in fond dreams I pass my blighted youth. Musing on vanished loveliness and bloom, Man's dauntless courage, woman's changeless truth, And scenes of joyous glee, or tranquil rest, Shared with the early-lost--the bright--the blest. Yet chide me not--mine is no impious grief, Meekly I pray for Heaven's supporting grace. And soon, I feel, his hand will give relief, And the last sad survivor of her race Quit this lone mansion for the home above. Where dwell her happy family of love! _Metropolitan._ * * * * * CONVERSATIONS WITH LORD BYRON. _BY THE COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON_. It is difficult to judge when Lord Byron is serious or not. He has a habit of mystifying, that might impose upon many; but that can be detected by examining his physiognomy; for a sort of mock gravity, now and then broken by a malicious smile, betrays when he is speaking for effect, and not giving utterance to his real sentiments. If he sees that he is detected, he appears angry for a moment, and then laughingly admits, that it amuses him to _hoax_ people, as he calls it, and that when each person, at some future day, will give their different statements of him, they will be so contradictory, that _all_ will be doubted,--an idea that gratifies him exceedingly! The mobility of his nature is extraordinary, and makes him inconsistent in his actions as well as in his conversation.