at the time of family prayers. Hazlitt says: "The Cotter's Saturday Night is a noble and pathetic picture of human manners, mingled with a fine religious awe. It comes over the mind like a slow and solemn strain of music. The soul of the poet aspires from the scene of lowthoughted care, and reposes, in trembling hope, on the bosom of its Father and its God.'" Hardly anything can be more touching than the following stanzas, whether they describe human interests, or breathe a lofty, devotional spirit. The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through His wee bit ingle, blinkin bonilie, His clean hearth-stane, his thriftie wifie's smile, Does a' his weary, carking cares beguile, An' makes him quite forget his labor and his toil. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun'; Their eldest hope, their Jennie, woman grown, In youthfu' bloom, love sparkling in her e'e, To help her parents dear, if they in hardship be. Wi' joy unfeign'd, brothers and sisters meet, The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years; The mither, wi' her needle an' her shears, The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; And "Let us worship God!" he says wi' solemn air. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, In such society, yet still more dear; * While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. 2. Poems of a reflective or meditative character, or which are semi-didactic in their aim or tendency.—In this class is included a very large number of short poems, some of which possess high merit. Among the most remarkable of these we may mention two by Sir Walter Raleigh: The Soul's Errand and The Lye. We quote two stanzas from the latter: Goe, soule, the bodies guest, The truth shall be thy warrant; Goe, tell the court it glowes Then give them both the lye. Another short poem, very similar in character, written as early as 1588 by one William Byrd, chaplain to the queen, is entitled My Mind to me a Kingdome Is: My minde to me a kingdome is; That God or nature hath assignde: Though much I want, that most would have, Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; Content with that my mind doth bring. The two poems last named are included in Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry.* Among the longer poems of this class we shall include Byron's Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, published in four parts between 1812 and 1818. The plan of the poem is thus described by the author: "It was written, for the most part, amid the scenes which it attempts to describe. It was begun in Albania; and the parts relative to Spain and Portugal were composed from the author's observations in those countries. The scenes attempted to be sketched are in Spain, Portugal, Epirus, Acarnania, and Greece; the third canto describes scenes in Belgium, Switzerland, and the Valley of the Rhine; and canto * See page 306 of this volume. A fictitious four is chiefly occupied with Rome. character is introduced for the sake of giving some connection to the piece, which, however, makes no pretension to regularity. It has been suggested to me by friends, on whose opinion I set a high value, that in this fictitious character, Childe Harold, I may incur the suspicion of having intended some real personage; this I beg leave, once for all, to disclaim. Harold is the creation of the imagination for the purpose I have stated. In some trivial particulars, and those merely local, there might be grounds for such a notion; but in the main points, none whatever." The poem is, in reality, nothing more than a series of gloomy but poetical meditations, strung together upon a slight thread of narrative, and relieved, now and then, by episodic pictures and passages of brilliant description. It is written in the nine-lined Spenserian stanza, a measure to which Byron was particularly partial; and in the beginning of the first canto the poet has endeavored still further to imitate Spenser by using quaint and obsolete words and forms of expression, such as are found in the Faerie Queene. But these affected archaisms are very soon. abandoned. The poem is, in great measure, particularly in the third canto, an autobiography, and, notwithstanding his disclaimer, which we have quoted above, the poet himself is the hero. For instance, no critic has ever written a more accurate or a more complete analysis of Byron's character than that which is found in the following stanzas: Yet must I think less wildly :-I have thought And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, But soon he knew himself the most unfit Of men to herd with Man; with whom he held His thoughts to others, though his soul was quell'd Like the Chaldean, he could watch the stars, Could he have kept his spirit to that flight To which it mounts, as if to break the link That keeps us from yon heaven which woos us to its brink. But in Man's dwellings he became a thing A contemporary critic, speaking of Byron's characteristic tendency to paint his own passions and to dwell upon. his own morbid inclinations, says: "It is not the passion. of a mind struggling with misfortune, or the hopelessness of its desires, but of a mind preying upon itself, and disgusted with or indifferent to all other things. There is nothing less poetical than this sort of unaccommodating selfishness. There is nothing more repulsive than this sort * Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto III., 7-15. |