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'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand
Space for his lake, his parks extended bounds, | Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds;
The robe that wraps his linubs in silken sloth,
Indignant spums the cottage from the green;
While thus the land adorned for pleasure all, 1 In barren splendour feebly waits the fall.
As some fair female, unadorned and plain, Secure to please while youth contiring her reign, Slights every borrowed charm that dress supplies, Nor shares with art the triumph of her eyes; But when those charms are past, for charms are frail, When time advances, and when lovers fail, She then shines forth, solicitous to bless, In all the glaring innpotence of dress : Thus fares the land, by luxury betrayed, In nature's simplest charms at first arrayed; But verging to decline, its splendours rise, Its vistas strike, its palaces surprise ; While, scourged by famine froni the smiling land, The mournful peasant leads his humble band; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms--a garden, and a grave.
Edwin and Angelina.
And guide my lonely way,
With hospitable ray.
With fainting steps and slow;
Seem lengthening as I go.' 'Forbear, my son,' the hermit cries,
To tempt the dangerous gloom ;
To lure thee to thy doom.
My door is open still:
I give it with good will.
Whate'er my cell bestows;
My blessing and repose.
To slaughter I condemn;
I learn to pity them. But from the mountain's grassy side,
A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip, with herbs and fruits supplied,
And water from the spring Then, Pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego;
All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.'
Soft as the dew from heaven descends,
His gentle accents fell;
And follows to the cell.
The lonely mansion lay ;
And strangers led astray.
Required a master's care ;
Received the harmless pair.
To take their evening rest,
And cheered his pensive guest :
And gaily pressed and smiled; And, skilled in legendary lore,
The lingering hours beguiled.
Its tricks the kitten tries ;
The crackling faggot flies.
To soothe the stranger's wo;
And tears began to flow.
With answering care opprest : ‘And whence, unhappy youth,' he cried,
* The sorrows of thy breast ? From better habitations spurned,
Reluctant dost thou rove?
Or unregarded love ?
Are trifling and decay ;
More trifling still than they.
A charın that lulls to sleep!
And leaves the wretch to weep!
The modern fair-one's jest ; On earth unseen, or only found
To warm the turtle's nest. For shaine, fond youth, thy sorrows hush,
And spurn the sex,' he said : But while he spoke, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betrayed.
Swift mantling to the view,
As bright, as transient too.
Alternate spread alarms;
A maid in all her charms.
A wretch forlorn,' she cried, • Whose feet unhallowed thus intrude
Where heaven and you reside. But let a maid thy pity share,
Whom love has taught to stray : Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.
My father lived beside the Tyne,
Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his A wealthy lord was he;
throat, And all his wealth was marked as mine; To persuade Tommy Townsend to lend him a vote; He had but only me.
Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, To win me from his tender arms,
And thought of convincing, while they thought of Unnumbered suitors came;
dining. Who praised me for imputed charms,
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit;
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit:
For a patriot too cool ; for a drudge disobedient,
And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. With richest proffers strove;
In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed, or in place, sir,
To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Here lies David Garrick, describe him who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man;
As an actor, confessed without rival to shine :
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line;
Yet with talents like these, and an excellent heart,
The man had his failings-a dupe to his art;
Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread,
And beplastered with rouge his own natural red.
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting;
'Twas only that when he was off he was acting : With charms inconstant shine;
With no reason on earth to go out of his way,
He turned and he varied full ten times a day ;
Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick
If they were not his own by finessing and trick:
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack,
Of praise a mere glutton, he swallowed what came : He left me to my pride ;
And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for famne;
Till his relish grown callous almost to disease,
Who peppered the highest was surest to please.
But let us be candid, and speak out our mind;
If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind.
Ye Kenricks, ye Kellys, and Woodfalls so grave,
What a commerce was yours, while you got and you
gave! And there, forlorn, despairing, hid,
How did Grub Street re-echo the shouts that you raised, I'll lay me down and die :
While he was be-Rosciused, and you were be-praised ! 'Twas so for me that Edwin did,
But peace to his spirit, wherever it fiies,
To act as an angel, and mix with the skies :
Those poets who owe their best fame to his skill,
Shall still be his flatterers, go where he will;
Old Shakspeare, receive him with praise and with love, 'Twas Edwin's self that prest!
And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above.
Here Reynolds* is laid ; and, to tell you my mind,
He has not left a wiser or better behind.
His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ;
His manners were gentle, complying, and bland;
Still born to improve us in every part,
His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.
To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering;
When they judged without skill, he was still hard of
hearing : We'll live and love so true ;
When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and The sigh that rends thy constant heart,
stuff, Shall break thy Edwin's too.'
He shifted his trumpet,f and only took snuff.
[Extracts from Retaliation.]
TOBIAS GEORGE SMOLLETT. [Goldsmith and some of his friends occasionally dined to
to Many who are familiar with Smollett as a novelgether at the St James's coffee-house. One day it was proposed
| ist, scarcely recollect him as a poet, though he has to write epitaphs upon him. His country, dialect, and wisdom, furnished subjects for witticism. He was called on for retalia
scattered some fine verses amidst his prose fictions, tion, and, at the next meeting, produced his poem bearing that
and has written an Ode to Independence, which name, in which we find much of the shrewd observation, wit, possesses the masculine strength of Dryden, with and liveliness which distinguish his prose writings.]
an elevation of moral feeling and sentiment rarely
attempted or felt by that great poet. TOBIAS Here lies our good Edmund," whose genius was such,
GEORGE SMOLLETT was born in Dalquhurn-house, We scarcely can praise it or blame it too much ; near the village of Renton, Dumbartonshire, in Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind,
* Sir Joshua Reynolds And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
† Sir Joshua was 80 remarkably deaf, as to be under the * Burke necessity of using an ear-trumpet in company.
1721. His father, a younger son of Sir James with her son. The better to support his assumed Smollett of Bonhill, having died early, the poet character, he endeavoured to preserve a serious was educated by his grandfather. After the usual countenance approaching to a frown; but, while his
mother's eyes were rivetted on his countenance, he could not refrain from smiling. She immediately sprung from her chair, and throwing her arms around his neck, exclaimed, " Ah, my son! my son! I have found you at last.” She afterwards told him that if he had kept his austere looks, and continued to gloom, he might have escaped detection some time longer ; " but your old roguish smile,” added she, “ betrayed you at once.” On this occasion Smollett visited his relations and native scenes in Dumbartonshire, and spent two days in Glasgow, amidst his boyish companions. Returning to England, he resumed his literary occupations. He unfortunately became editor of the Critical Review, and an attack in that journal on Admiral Knowles, one of the commanders at Carthagena (which Smollett acknowledged to be his composition), led to a trial for libel; and the author was sentenced to pay a fine of £100, and suffered three months imprisonment. He consoled himself by writing, in prison, his novel of Launcelot Greaves. Another proof of his fertility and industry as an author was afforded by his History of England, written, it is said, in fourteen months. He engaged in political discussion, for which he was ill qualified by temper, and, taking the unpopular side, he was completely vanquished by the truculent satire and abuse of Wilkes. His health was also shattered by close application to his studies, and by private misfortune. In his early
days Smollett had married a young West Indian Birthplace of Smollett.
lady, Miss Lascelles, by whom he had a daughter.
This only child died at the age of fifteen, and the course of instruction in the grammar school of disconsolate father tried to fly from his grief by a Dumbarton, and at the university of Glasgow, tour through France and Italy. He was absent two Tobias was placed apprentice to a medical prac- years, and published an account of his travels, which, titioner, Mr Gordon, Glasgow. He was nineteen amidst gleams of humour and genius, is disfigured when his term of apprenticeship expired, and, at by the coarsest prejudices. Sterne has successfully this early age, his grandfather having died with- ridiculed this work in his Sentimental Journey. out making any provision for him, the young and Some of the critical dicta of Smollett are mere sanguine adventurer proceeded to London, his chief ebullitions of spleen. In the famous statue of the dependence being a tragedy, called the Regicide, Venus de Medici, 'which enchants the world,” he which he attempted to bring out at the theatres. could see no beauty of feature, and the attitude he Foiled in this effort of juvenile ambition, Smollett considered awkward and out of character! The became surgeon's mate on board an eighty-gun slip, Pantheon at Rome—that glorious combination of and was present at the ill-planned and disastrous beauty and magnificence-he said looked like a expedition against Carthagena, which he has de- | huge cock-pit, open at the top. Sterne said justly, scribed with much force in his Roderick Random. that such declarations should have been reserved He returned to England in 1746, published two for his physician; they could only have sprung satires, Advice and Reproof, and in 1748 gave to the from bodily distemper. Yet, be it said,' remarks Forld his novel of 'Roderick Random.' Peregrine Sir Walter Scott, .without offence to the memory Pickle appeared three years afterwards. Smollett of the witty and elegant Sterne, it is more easy to next attempted to practise as a physician, but failed, assume, in composition, an air of alternate gaiety and, taking a house at Chelsea, devoted himself to and sensibility, than to practise the virtues of geneliterature as a profession. Notwithstanding his rosity and benevolence, which Smollett exercised facility of composition, his general information and during his whole life, though often, like his own talents, his life was one continual struggle for exist- | Matthew Bramble, under the disguise of peevishEnce, embittered by personal quarrels, brought on ness and irritability. Sterne's writings show much partly by irritability of temper. In 1753, his ro flourish concerning virtues of which his life is mance of Ferdinand Count Fathom was published, understood to have produced little fruit; the temper and in 1755 his translation of Don Quixote. The of Smollett was version of Motteux is now generally preferred to
like a lusty winter, that of our author, though the latter is marked by his characteristic humour and versatility of talent.
Frosty, but kindly.' After he had finished this task, Smollett paid a visit the native air of the great novelist was more cheerto his native country. His fame had gone before ing and exhilarating than the genial gales of the him, and his reception by the literati of Scotland south. On his return from Italy he repaired to Fas cordial and flattering. His filial tenderness and Scotland, saw once more his affectionate mother, and affection was also gratified by meeting with his sojourned a short time with his cousin, Mr Smollett surviving parent. On Smollett's arrival,' says Dr of Bonhill, on the banks of the Leven. Moore, he was introduced to his mother, with the The water of Leven,' he observes in his Humconnivance of Mrs Telfer (his sister) as a gentleman phry Clinker, though nothing near so considerable from the West Indies, who was intimately acquainted as the Clyde, is much more transparent, pastoral,
and delightful. This charming stream is the outlet in a cottage which Dr Armstrong, then abroad, enof Loch Lomond, and through a track of four miles gaged for him in the neighbourhood of Leghorn, pursues its winding course over a bed of pebbles, till The warm and genial climate seems to have it joins the Firth of Clyde at Dumbarton. On this awakened his fancy, and breathed a temporary anispot stands the castle formerly called Alcluyd, and mation into his debilitated frame. He here wrote washed by these two rivers on all sides except a his Humphry Clinker, the most rich, varied, and narrow isthmus, which at every spring-tide is over- agreeable of all his novels. Like Fielding, Smolflowed; the whole is a great curiosity, from the lett was destined to die in a foreign country. He quality and form of the rock, as from the nature of had just committed his novel to the public, when its situation. A very little above the source of the he expired, on the 21st of October 1771, aged 51. Leven, on the lake, stands the house of Cameron, Had he lived a few years longer, he would have inbelonging to Mr Smollett (the late commissary), so herited, as heir of entail, the estate of Bonhill, embosomed in oak wood, that we did not perceive it worth about £1000 a-year. His widow erected a till we were within fifty yards of the door. The plain monument over his remains at Leghorn), and lake approaches on one side to within six or seven his relations, who had neglected him in his days of yards of the windows. It might have been placed suffering and distress, raised a cenotaph to his meon a higher site, which would have afforded a more mory on the banks of the Leven. The prose works extensive prospect, and a drier atmosphere; but of Smollett will hereafter be noticed. He wrote no this imperfection is not chargeable on the present poem of any length ; but it is evident he could have proprietor, who purchased it ready built, rather than excelled in verse had he cultivated his talents, and be at the trouble of repairing his own family house enjoyed a life of greater ease and competence. Sir of Bonhill, which stands two miles hence, on the Walter Scott has praised the fine mythological comLeven, so surrounded with plantations, that it used mencement of his Ode; and few readers of taste or to be known by the name of the Mavis (or Thrush) | feeling are unacquainted with his lines on Leven Nest. Above the house is a romantic glen, or cleft Water, the picturesque scene of his early days. The of a mountain, covered with hanging woods, having latter were first published in Humphry Clinker,' at the bottom a stream of fine water, that forms a after the above prose description of the same landnumber of cascades in its descent to join the Leven, scape, scarcely less poetical. When soured by misso that the scene is quite enchanting.
fortune, by party conflicts, and the wasting effects of I have seen the Lago di Gardi, Albano di Vico, disease, the generous heart and warm sensibilities of Bolsena and Geneva, and I prefer Loch Lomond to Smollett seem to have kindled at the recollection of them all-a preference which is certainly owing to his youth, and at the rural life and manners of his the verdant islands that seem to float upon its sur- native country. face, affording the most enchanting objects of repose to the excursive view. Nor are the banks destitute
Ode to Independence. of beauties which can partake of the sublime. On
Strophe. this side they display a sweet variety of woodland, corn field, and pasture, with several agreeable villas, | Thy spirit, Independence, let me share. emerging as it were out of the lake, till at some dis
| Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye ; tance the prospect terminates in huge mountains,
Thy steps I follow, with my bosom bare, covered with heath, which, being in the bloom,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky, affords a very rich covering of purple. Everything
Deep in the frozen regions of the north, here is romantic beyond imagination. This country
A goddess violated brought thee forth, is justly styled the Arcadia of Scotland; I do not
Immortal Liberty, whose look sublime doubt but it may vie with Arcadia in everything
Hath bleached the tyrant's cheekin erery varying clime but climate. I am sure it excels it in verdure, wood,
| What time the iron-hearted Gaul, and water.
With frantic superstition for his guide, All who have traversed the banks of the Leven,
Armed with the dagger and the pall, or sailed along the shores of Loch Lomond, in a
The sons of Woden to the field defied calm clear summer day, when the rocks and islands
The ruthless hag, by Weser's flood, are reflected with magical brightness and fidelity in
In Heaven's name urged the infernal blow its waters, will acknowledge the truth of this de
And red the stream began to flow : scription, and can readily account for Smollett's
The vanquished were baptised with blood ! preference, independently of the early recollections
Antistrophe. which must have endeared the whole to his feelings The Saxon prince in horror fled, and imagination. The extension of manufactures in From altars stained with human gore, Scotland has destroyed some of the pastoral charms And Liberty his routed legions led and seclusion of the Leven, but the course of the In safety to the bleak Norwegian shore. river is still eminently rich and beautiful in sylvan | There in a cave asleep she lay, scenery. Smollett's health was now completely Lulled by the hoarse-resounding main, gone. His pen, however, was his only resource, When a bold savage passed that way, and on his return to England he published a politi- | Impelled by destiny, his name Disdain. cal satire, The Adventures of an Atom, in which he Of ample front the portly chief appeared : attacks his former patron, Lord Bute, and also the | The hunted bear supplied a shaggy vest ; Earl of Chatham. As a politician, Smollett was far | The drifted snow hung on his yellow beard, from consistent. His conduct in this respect was | And his broad shoulders braved the furious blast. guided more by personal feelings than public prin- | He stopt, he gazed, his bosom glowed, ciples, and any seeming neglect or ingratitude at And deeply felt the impression of her charms: once roused his constitutional irritability and indig. He seized the advantage Fate allowed, nation. He was no longer able, however, to con- And straight compressed her in his vigorous arms. tend with the sea of troubles' that encompassed
Strophe. him. In 1770, he again went abroad in quest of The curlew screamed, the tritons blew health. His friends endeavoured, but in vain, to | Their shells to celebrate the ravished rite; procure him an appointment as consul in some port | Old Time exulted as he flew; in the Mediterranean; and he took up his residence And Independence saw the light.
Antistrophe. Nature I'll court in her sequestered haunts, By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell; Where the poised lark his evening ditty chaunts, And health, and peace, and contemplation dwell. There, study shall with solitude recline, And friendship pledge me to his fellow-swains, And toil and temperance sedately twine The slender cord that fluttering life sustains : And fearless poverty shall guard the door, And taste unspoiled the frugal table spread, And industry supply the humble store, And sleep unbribed his dews refreshing shed; White-mantled Innocence, ethereal sprite, Shall chase far off the goblins of the night;
And Independence o'er the day preside, | Propitious power! my patron and my pride.
The light he saw in Albion's happy plains,
Strophe. In Fortune's car behold that minion ride, With either India's glittering spoils oppressed, So moves the sumpter-mule in harnessed pride, That bears the treasure which he cannot taste. For him let venal bards disgrace the bay, And hireling minstrels wake the tinkling string; Her sensual snares let faithless pleasure lay, And jingling beils fantastic folly ring: Disquiet, doubt, and dread, shall intervene; And nature, still to all her feelings just, In vengeance hang a damp on every scene, Shook from the baleful pinions of disgust.
Ode to Leven-Water.
Pure stream, in whose transparent wave
Still on thy banks so gaily green,
The Tears of Scotland. [Written on the barbarities committed in the Highlands b order of the Duke of Cumberland, after the battle of Culloden, 1746. Smollett was then a surgeon's mate, newly returned from service abroad. It is said that he originally finished the poem in six stanzas; when, some one representing that such a diatribe against government might injure his prospects, he sat down and added the still more pointed invective of the seventh stanza.]
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn