A RUINED CAPITAL.
"My lord," replied Fletcher, "I have not understood a word you have been saying."
"Not understood me?" exclaimed Lord Byron, with a look of the utmost distress. "What a pity! for it is too late; all is over!"
"I hope not," answered Fletcher, "but the Lord's will be done."
"Yes, not mine," said the poet; and soon after murmured, "Now I shall go to sleep." These were the last words of Byron, for, with a weary sigh, he then sank into that peaceful slumber in which his spirit gradually loosed its hold on earth, and drifted outward into the Unknown.
MAID OF ATHENS.