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...three quarters of a century the distinguished British scientific weekly, Nature, has carried under its title the following lines by William Wordsworth...
Died. Hugh Cecil Lowther, 5th Earl of Lonsdale, 87, legendary last of an 18th-Century pattern - the swashbuckling, sporting peer; in Oakham, Rutland, England. A vigorous black sheep of one of Britain's noblest families, Lord Lonsdale was born at ugly, Gothic, ancestral Lowther Castle (described by myopic Wordsworth as "that majestic pile"), educated at Eton where he was flogged 32 times. He soon tired of this, joined a circus, toured Switzerland for a year and a half as an acrobat and trick rider, is said to have punched cows in Wyoming, explored Alaska, been either a bandit...
...best hope of the Cause of the Peoples of the earth." When he mixed Napoleonic politics with a tumultuous passion for a local lass, the Lake District peasantry beat Hazlitt up. The advocate of revolution fled to Coleridge's house for fresh shoes. Then he stumbled on to Wordsworth's house, where he shook off his pursuers, borrowed enough money to take him home to London, where direct action was a merely literary theory...
...first full-length biography in 20 years of the saturnine, unhappy man who was one of 19th-Century England's most brilliant, irascible and unpopular essayists (Lectures on English Poets, Spirit of the Age). The book is passionately pro-Hazlitt. White-haired, scholarly Catherine MacDonald Maclean (Dorothy Wordsworth: The Early Years} defends Hazlitt with the slashing vigor of a mother defending a slightly subnormal child...
...took his politics "like a mastiff, by his side." Cried Hazlitt: "There was at no time so great danger from the recent and unestablished tyranny of Buonaparte as from that of ancient governments." After Waterloo, Hazlitt sank into unkempt despair. While Poet Laureate Southey and Poet Laureate-to-be Wordsworth celebrated Britain's victory with "boiled plum puddings" eaten al fresco by the light of blazing tar barrels, Hazlitt "walked about, unwashed, unshaved, hardly sober by day, and always intoxicated by night...