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of his lamented wife? Yet what marble will endure as long as the poems?

Such my good friend, is the account which I have been able to collect of the great Young. That it may be long before any thing like what I have just transcribed be necessary for you, is the sincere wish of,

Dear Sir,
Your greatly obliged friend,

HERBERT CROFT, Jun. Lincoln's Inn, Sep. 1780.

P.S. This account of Young was seen by you in manuscript, you know, sir; and, though I could not prevail on you to make any alteration, you insisted on striking out one passage, because it said, that, if I did not wish you to live long for your sake, I did for the sake of myself and of the world. But this postscript you will not see before the printing of it ; and I will say here, in spite of you, how I feel myself honoured and bettered your friendship; and that, if I do credit to the church, after which I always longed, and for which I am now going to give in exchange the bar, though not at so late a period of life as Young took orders, it will be owing, in no small measure, to my having had the happiness of calling the author of The Rambler” my friend.

H.C. Oxford, Oct. 1782.

Of Young's poems it is difficult to give any general character; for he has no uniformity of manner; one of his pieces has no great resemblance to another. He began to write early, and continued long; and at different times, had different modes of poetical excellence in view. His numbers are sometimes smooth, and some

times rugged ; his style is sometimes concatenated, and somestimes abrupt; sometimes diffusive, and sometimes concise. His plan seems to have started in his mind at the present moment; and his thoughts appear the ef.: fect of chance, sometimes adverse, and sometimes lucky, with very little operation of judgment.

He was not one of those writers whom experience improves, and who, observing their own faults, become gradually correct. His poem on the Last Day, his first great performance, has an equability and propriety, which he afterwards either never endeavoured or never attained. Many paragraphs are noble, and few are mean, yet the whole is languid ; the plan is too much extended, and a succession of images divides and weak. ens the general conception; but the great reason why the reader is disappointed is; that the thought of the LAST Dar makes every man more than poetical, by spreading over his mind a general obscurity of sacred horror that oppresses distinction, and disdains expression.

His story of « Jane Grey” was never popular. It is written with elegance enough ; but Jane is too heroic to be pitied.

The Universal Passion is indeed a very great performance. It is said to be a series of epigrams ; but if it be, it is what the author intended : his endeavour was at the production of striking distichs and pointed sentences; and his distichs have the weight of solid sentiment, and his points the sharpness of resistless truth.

His characters are often selected with discernment, and drawn with nicety ; his illustrations were often happy, and his reflections often just. His species of satire is between those of Horace and Juvenal'; and he has the gaiety of Horace without his laxity of numbers, and the morality of Juvenal with greater variation of

images. He plays, indeed, only on the surface of life; he never penetrates the recess of the mind, and therefore the whole power of his poetry is exhausted by a single perusal; his conceits please only when they surprise.

To translate he never condescended, unless his Para. phrase on Job may be considered as a version : in which he has not, I think, been unsuccessful he indeed favour. ed himself, by choosing those parts which most easily admit the ornaments of English poetry.

He had least success in his lyric attempts, in which he seems to have been under some malignant influence : he is always labouring to be great, and at last is only turgid.

In his Night Thoughts he has exhibited a very wide display of original poetry, variegated with deep reflections and striking allusions, a wilderness of thought, in which the fertility of fancy scatters flowers of every hue and of every odour. This is one of the few poems in which blank verse could not be changed for rhyme but with disadvantage. The wild diffusion of the sentiments, and the digressive sallies of imagination, would have been compressed and restrained by confinement to rhyme. The excellence of this work is not exact. nest, but copiousness; particular lines are not to be regarded ; the power is in the whole ; and in the whole there is a magnificence like that ascribed to Chinese plantation, the magnificence of vast extent and endless diversity.

His last poem was Resignation ; in which he made, as he was accustomed, an experiment of a new mode of writing, and succeeded better than in his Ocean or his Merchant. It was very falsely represented as a proof of decayed faculties. There is Young in every stanza, such as he often was in the highest vigour.

His tragedies, not making part of the collection, 1 had forgotten, till Mr. Stevens recalled them to my thoughts by remarking, that he seemed to have one favourite catastrophe, as his three plays all concluded with lavished suicide ; a method by which, as Dryden remarked, a poet easily rids his scene of persons whom he wants not to keep alive. In Busiris there are the greatest ebullitions of imagination : but the pride of Busiris is such as no other man can have, and the whole is too remote from known life to raise either grief, terror, or indignation. The Revenge approaches much nearer to human practices and manners, and therefore keeps possession of the stage : the first design seems suggested by “ Othello;" but the reflections, the incidents, and the diction, are original. The moral observations are so introduced, and so expressed, as to have all the novelty that can be required. Of« The Brothers”. I may be allowed to say nothing, since nothing was ever said of it by the public.

It must be allowed of Young's poetry that it abounds in thought, but without much accuracy or selection. When he lays hold of an illustration, he pursues it beyond expectation, sometimes happily, as in his parallel of Quicksilver with Pleasure, which I have heard repeated with approbation by a lady, of whose praise he would have been justly proud, and which is very ingenious, very subtle, and almost exact; but sometimes he is less lucky, as when, in his Night Thoughts, it having dropped into his mind, that the orbs, floating in space, might be called the cluster of creation, he thinks on a cluster of grapes, and says, that they all hang on the great vine, drinking the “nectareous juice of immortal life.”

His conceits are sometimes yet less valuable. In The Last Day he hopes to illustrate the re-assembly

of the atoms that compose the human body at the « Trump of Doom" by the collection of bees into a swarm at the tinkling of a pan.

The prophet says of Tyre, that “her Merchants are Princes.” Young says of Tyre in his Merchant,

Her merchants princes, and each deck a throne.

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Let burlesque try to go beyond him.

He has the trick of joining the turgid and familiar: to buy the alliance of Britain.

6 Climes were paid down.” Antithesis is his favourite, “ They for kindness hate:” and “ because she's right she's ever in the wrong." His versification is his own ; neither his blank nor his rhyming lines have any resemblance to those of former writers; he picks up no hemistichs, he copies no favourite expressions ; he seems to have laid up no stores of thought or diction, but to owe all to the fortuitous suggestions of the present moment. Yet I have reason to believe that, when once he had formed a new design, he then laboured it with very great industry ; and that he composed with great labour, and frequent revisions.

His verses are formed by no certain model'; he is no more like himself in his different productions than he is like others. He seems never to have studied prosody. nor to have had any direction but from his own ear. But with all his defects he was a man of genius and a poet.

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