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Her sister having married Colonel Graham, of Duchray, Perthshire, Miss Blamire accompanied them to his home, and resided there with them for several years, delighting herself with the music, the legends, and the poetry of Scotland.
She died unmarried, at Carlisle, in 1794. Her poems were published in 1842, with a memoir, by Patrick Maxwell.
Had trod on thirty years,
Wi' mony hopes and fears.
May still continue mine?
The joys I left langsyne ?
My heart beat a' the way,
O'some dear former day ;
Those happy days o' mine,
A' nothing to langsyne.
Where minstrels used to blaw;
Nae weel kenned face I saw,
Wham I left in his prime,
He bore about langsyne.
As if to find them there,
And hung o'er many a chair;
Across these e'en o'mine,
To think on auld langsyne.
Wad next their welcome pay,
And wished my groves away.
“Cut, cut,' they cried, those aged elms,
Lay low yon mournfu' pine,'
Memorials o' langsyne.
They took me to the toun,
I missed the youthfu' bloom.
Wham a' declared divine,
Were fairer far langsyne.
To find that magic art,
Has thrilled through a' my heart.
My ear confessed 'twas fine,
I listened to langsyne.
Forgie an auld man's spleen,
The days he ance has seen.
Your hearts will feel like mine;
That minds ye o' langsyne."
Mary Darby was of obscure birth, and a native of the city of Bristol. When very young she married a Mr. Robinson, the illegitimate son of Mr. Thomas Harris of Tregunter, in the parish of Talgarth, Breconshire. To the exquisite scenery around that lovely retreat, and to her solitary readings and musings there, she attributes in her memoir those graces of manner, and that taste for literature which subsequently added fresh charms to her personal advantages.
Her husband having brought her to London, she went upon the stage in order to increase their small income. Here her extraordinary beauty soon rendered her at once
famous and infamous in the character of Shakspeare's • Perdita
Under the signature of Laura Maria,' she wrote for the magazines in the style of the Della Cruscan rhymers ; she also published the novel of Vancenza,' and two volumes of her collected poems.
She died in poverty at a cottage on Englefield Green, December 26, 1800, at the age of forty. Her autobiography and literary remains were afterwards published for the benefit of her only child, a daughter. Her writings are not devoid of talent or of sentiment. The following is a specimen of her verse :
SONNET TO TIME.
Shatters the loftiest fabric from its base;
And robs proud nature of her loveliest grace.
And age comes onward, menacing decay;
And life's faint lamp presents a quiv’ring ray ;
To prove that sublunary joys are vain;
To turn from pomp, and all its tinsel train,
CHAPTER X I.
Caroline Symmons — Elizabeth Carter – Charlotte Smith.
“ The Muse instructed a well-nurtured train
Of abler votaries to cleanse the stain,
CowPER'S • Table Talk.'
CAROLINE SYMMONS. The third volume of the • Censura Literaria' makes mention of this promising young girl, who was the daughter of the Rev. Dr. Symmons, author of a Life of Milton. She died June 1, 1803, at the age of fourteen. When only twelve years old she wrote “The Flower Girl,' which was first published by Archdeacon Wrangham with his poem of “The Raising of Jairus’s Daughter,' in 1804, accompanied by a brief memoir of the authoress. A genuine talent for versification, and a mind capable of realizing the situation of others and entering into their feelings, appear in these verses, superficial and juvenile as they are :
THE FLOWER GIRL.
Oh, take my carnations and jessamines sweet,
Ah, snatched like myself from their native retreat.
Oh ye, who in pleasure and luxury live,
Whose bosoms would sink beneath half my sad woes,
And shed a soft tear for the fate of poor Rose.
And once have I tasted the balm of repose ;
And anguish prevails in the hosom of Rose.
Oh, take my carnations and jessamines sweet,
Ah, snatched like myself from their native retreat."
ELIZABETH CARTER. No woman was ever placed, from first to last, in circumstances more favourable to the calm and easy gratification of literary tendencies, more beloved and honoured for her mental acquirements and moral qualities, or more amply and gratuitously rewarded for the social benefits which she conferred, than Elizabeth Carter. Her father was the Rev. Nicholas Carter, D.D., perpetual curate of Deal. Her mother, his first wife, was the only daughter of Richard Swayne, Esq., of Bere, in Dorsetshire. She was their eldest daughter, and born at Deal, Dec. 16, 1717.
Dr. Carter himself undertook the labour of educating his numerous children, imparting to boys and girls alike instructions in the Latin and Greek languages. The mind of his eldest daughter was so dull and slow of apprehension, that he almost despaired of ever making her a scholar, and would have given up the attempt if her resolute and indefatigable perseverance as a child had not struggled incessantly against all obstacles. To be good and to be learned were the earliest objects of her ambition, and with unabated energy she steadfastly pursued them through life. She could never acquire grammar as a rudimentary theory, but after having attained great proficiency in the Greek and Latin languages, she deduced