PHILIP BRACEBRIDGE HOMER O town or city has ever claimed Shakespeare as a native but the Warwickshire Stratford. Seven cities of Greece contended for the honour of producing one Homer, but the little town of Birdingbury, whose name is enshrined in Domesday as Berdingerie, has given to the learned world a family of Homers, distinguished for their literary attainments! The subject of this sketch was the tenth son of the Rev. Henry Sacheverell Homer, M.A., rector of Birdingbury, and was born in 1765. He was educated at Rugby School and at Oxford, where he matriculated at University College in 1781, and in 1783 obtained a demyship at Magdalen. Two years later he returned to Rugby School as an assistant master; this office he held for thirtyseven years. He died in 1838, 26th April. Colvile describes him as a refined and exact scholar, and a man of kind-hearted liberality and Christian humility," yet as a teacher he evidently was not much of a disciplinarian, as the following little scholastic episode will testify in his form there was an enormous boy, who took immense delight in teasing "Philly," for such was his nickname; on one occasion, the boy so irritated him that he sent him up to the headmaster with a "particular note " for a flogging, which was couched usually in this form: "Johnson-Mr Homer," but was altered to: "Mr Johnston-P. Homer." Dr Wool, on receiving it, said, "Which is to be flogged? Philip Bracebridge Homer's brother Arthur held the mastership before him at Rugby, and was the greatest friend of the celebrated Dr Parr, who respected and loved him on account of his piety and classical attainments. The learned Doctor describes Philip as " rather irascible, sincere, honourable, generous, learned, ingenious and truly pious." For some reason or other our poet showed his irascibility by writing a squib, on the model of Martial, a very animated one certainly, on the character of Dr Parr, who was so pleased with the cantankerous verses that he took effectual means for a reconciliation. "To brutes humane, to kindred man a rod, By those most fear'd, whom most you deem your own: Half weak, half strong, half timid, and half brave; And yet most hurt when praises are denied ; Homer was a voluminous poet; his works have long ceased to attract the attention that they at first excited among the literati of his day as evinced by his frequent contributions to The Gentleman's Magazine. His poetical writings include The Garland, Anthologia, and Poems, translated from the Italian of Metastasio, who was imperial Court poet at Vienna and world-renowned for his melodramas, written in the eighteenth century. C. H. POOLE. LAURA In this cool hour, while Reason sways the soul, THE ADIEU From the Italian of Metastasio O CRUEL hour that bids us part! Thou first and dearest treasure of my heart? Oh! I shall live in ceaseless pain, Nor hope for happiness again; And thou, while cleaves this soul to thee, After that peace, no longer mine, Which thou bear'st with thee on thy way, And, where thou tread'st, to follow on the line: And thou, while cleaves this soul to thee, My steps on distant shores to rove, I turn; all pensive and alone, There will I make my plaintive moan; And ask the rocks where dwells the maid I love. Still in the East while lights his flame The Sun, I'll call upon thy name From hour to hour; but ah! for thee, Who knows if ever thou wilt think on me? Oft shall I tread with footsteps due Each pleasant field and fairy ground, How many thoughts shall Memory bring! There shall I say, where lifts its wave Thus shall I say; but ah! for thee, Where now thou goest, fair nymph, to dwell, Think on the pleasing painful dart Thou leav'st, my life, within this breast; Think, without prospect to be blest, I lov'd thee, dearest virgin, from my heart; Think on that cruel, hard adieu, Which tears me from my bliss and you! But, ah! why say I "think" to thee? Who knows if ever thou wilt think on me? |