[x] {68} _We'll die where we were raised_----.--[MS. M. erased.]

[y] {70} _Tortured because his mind is tortured_.--[MS. M. erased.]

[z] _He ever such an order_----.--[MS. M. erased.] _He ever had that
order_----.--[MS. M. erased.]

[20] {72}["When 'the king was almost dying with thirst' ... the eunuch
Satibarzanes sought every place for water.... After much search he found
one of those poor Caunians had about two quarts of bad water in a mean
bottle, and he took it and carried it to the king. After the king had
drawn it all up, the eunuch asked him, 'If he did not find it a
disagreeable beverage?' Upon which he swore by all the gods, 'That he
had never drunk the most delicious wine, nor the lightest and clearest
water with so much pleasure. I wish only,' continued he, 'that I could
find the man who gave it thee, that I might make him a recompense. In
the mean time I entreat the gods to make him happy and
rich.'"--Plutarch's _Artaxerxes_, Langhorne's translation, 1838, p. 694.
Poetry as well as history repeats itself. Compare the "water green"
which Gunga Din brought, at the risk of his own life, to fill the
wounded soldier's helmet (_Barrack-Room Ballads_, by Rudyard Kipling,
1892, p. 25). Compare, too--

"_Arn._ 'Tis a scratch....
In the shoulder, not the sword arm--
And that's enough. I am thirsty: would I had
A helm of water!"

_The Deformed Transformed_, part ii sc. ii. 44, seq., _vide post_, p.
518.]

[aa] {73}

----_ere they had time_
_To place his helm again_.--[MS. M. erased.]

[ab] _O ye Gods! wounded_.--[MS. M.]

[21] {73}[Compare--"His flashing eyes, his floating hair." _Kubla Khan_,
line 49.]

[22] [Compare _Childe Harold_, Canto I. stanzas lv., lvi., _Poetical
Works, 1898_, i. 57, 58, and note 11, pp. 91, 92.]

[23] {75}[Compare--

"How wonderful is Death,
Death and his brother Sleep!"

Shelley's _Queen Mab, i. lines 1, 2_]

[ac] _Crisps the unswelling wave_.--[MS. M. erased]

[ad] {76}

_Old Hunter of mankind when baited and ye_
_All brutal who pursued both brutes and men_.--[MS. M. erased.]

[ae] {78} _With arrows peeping through his falling hair_.--[MS. M.
erased.]

[24] [In the diary for November 23, 1813 (_Letters_, 1898, ii. 334,
335), Byron alludes to a dream which "chilled his blood" and shook his
nerves. Compare Coleridge's _Pains of Sleep_, lines 23-26--

"Desire