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Who shall partake of our perfections,
And live and act by our directions,
(For the chief bliss of any station
Is nought without communication)
Let therefore every godhead give
What this new being should receive;
But care important must be had,
To mingle well of good and bad,
That, by th' allaying mixture, he
May not approach to deity."

The sovereign spake, the gods agree,
And each began in his degree:

Behind the throne of Jove there stood
Two vessels of celestial wood,

Containing just two equal measures;

One fill'd with pain, and one with pleasures; The gods drew out from both of these, And mix'd 'em with their essences, (Which essences are heav'nly still, When undisturb'd by nat'ral ill, And man to moral good is prone, Let but the moral pow'rs alone, And not pervert 'em by tuition, Or conjure 'em by superstition) Hence man partakes an equal share Of pleasing thoughts and gloomy care, And Pain and Pleasure e'er shall be, As Plato says, in company. Receive the one, and soon the other Will follow to rejoin his brother. Those who with pious pain pursue Calm Virtue by her sacred clue, Will surely find the mental treasure Of Virtue, only real pleasure: Follow the pleasurable road, That fatal Siren reckons good, "Twill lead thee to the gloomy cell, Where Pain and Melancholy dwell. Health is the child of Abstinence, Disease, of a luxurious sense; Despair, that hellish fiend, proceeds From loosen'd thoughts, and impious deeds; And the sweet offspring of Content, Flows from the mind's calm government. Thus, man, thy state is free from woe, If thou would'st choose to make it so. Murmur not then at Heaven's decree, The gods have given thee liberty, And plac'd within thy conscious breast, Reason, as an unerring test, And shouldst thou fix on misery, The fault is not in them, but thee.

See the Phado of Plato.

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TRANSLATION.

Beneath doth lie

OF HENRY GILBERT COOPER
All that could die:

The prettiest, sweetest, dearest babe
That ever dropt into a grave.
This lovely boy,

His dad's first joy,

Was son of 'Squire JOHN,

And SUE bis wife, who led their life,
At town call'd Thurgaton.
Descended from an ancient line,
This charming child began to shine
The 25th of July:

And that was all that he could boast:
For suddenly his life was lost
The 26th, good truly!

This floweret pretty, though young yet witty,
Just opening from the bud,

A blighting blast from angry Fate,
Who knows not how to spare the great,
Nipp'd up his vital blood:

The sorrowing father cry'd, and said,
"Alas! my only child is dead!
His memory I'll adore:
Though vain, a monument I'll raise,
To show my love, and sound his praise,
Till time shall be no more."

THE

POEMS

OF

TOBIAS SMOLLETT, M.D.

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THE

LIFE OF TOBIAS SMOLLETT, M.D.

BY MR. CHALMERS.

THE grandfather of our poet was sir James Smollett of Bonhill, a member of the Scotch parliament, and one of the commissioners for framing the treaty of union. He married Jane, daughter of sir Aulay Macauley, bart. of Ardincaple, by whom he had four sons and two daughters. The fourth son, Archibald, married, without asking his father's consent, Barbara Cunningham, daughter of Mr. Cunningham of Gilbertfield, in the neighbourhood of Glasgow. His father, however, allowed him an income of about £300 a year. He unfortunately died, after the birth of two sons and a daughter, who with their mother were left dependent on the grandfather, and we do not find that he neglected them. Tobias, the subject of this memoir, and the youngest of these children, was born in the house of Dalquhurn, near Renton, in the parish of Cardross, in 1721, and christened Tobias George: but this latter name he does not appear to have used. The scenery amidst which he passed his early years, and cultivated the Muses, he has described, in Humphrey Clinker, with picturesque enthusiasm. He was first instructed in classical learning at the school of Dumbarton, by Mr. John Love, one of the ablest schoolmasters of that country, and to whom Mr. Chalmers has done ample justice in his life of Ruddiman.

While at this school, Smollett exhibited symptoms of what more or less predominated through life, a disposition to prove his superiority of understanding at the expense of those whose weaknesses and failings he thought he could turn into ridicule with impunity. The verses which he wrote at this early age were principally satires on such of his schoolfellows as happened to displease him. He wrote also a poem to the memory of the celebrated Wallace, whose praises he found in the story-books and ballads of every cottage. From Dumbarton he was removed to Glasgow, where, after some hesitation, he determined in favour of the study of medicine, and, according to the usual practice, was bound apprentice to Mr. John Gordon, then a surgeon and afterwards a physician of considerable eminence, whom he was unjustly accused of ridiculing under the name of Potion, in his novel of Roderick Random.

From his medical studies, which he cultivated with assiduity, he was occasionally seduced by a general love of polite literature, and seemed inconsciously to store his mind with that fund of extensive, though perhaps not profound knowledge, which enabled him afterwards to execute so many works in various branches. His satirical disposition also followed him to Glasgow, by which he made a few admirers, and many enemies. Dr. Moore has related, with suitable gravity, that he once threw a snowball with such dexterity that it gave both a blow and a repartee. But such frolics were probably not frequent, and his time was in general more profitably or at least more seriously employed. Before he had reached his eighteenth year, he began to feel the ambition of a dramatic poet, and wrote the tragedy of the Regicide, which is now reprinted among his poems. It was considered as an extraordinary production for a person of his years, but we do not read it as originally composed, nor was it made public until nearly ten years after.

On the death of his grandfather, who had hitherto supported him in his studies, but left no permanent provision for the completion of them, he removed to London, in quest of employment in the army or navy, and strengthened his hopes by carrying his tragedy with him. The latter, however, was in all respects an unfortunate speculation. After being amused and cajoled by all the common and uncommon tricks of the theatrical managers, for nearly ten years, he was under the necessity of sending it to the press in vindication of his own importunities, and the opinions of his friends. His preface may yet be read with advantage by the candidates for stage favour, although modern managers are said to be less fastidious than their predecessors, and from the liberality of their admissions leave it somewhat doubtful whether they have not lost the privilege of rejection. In this preface, Smollett was not sparing of his indignation, but he reserved more substantial revenge for a more favourable opportunity.

In the mean time, in the year 1741, he procured the situation of surgeon's mate on board a ship of the line, and sailed on the unfortunate expedition to Carthagena, which he described in his Roderick Random, and afterwards more historically in a Compendium of Voyages published in seven volumes, 12mo, in 1756. The issue of that expedition could not be more humiliating to Smollett than his own situation, so averse to the disposition of a young man of his taste and vivacity. He accordingly quitted the service, while his ship was in the West Indies, and resided for some time in Jamaica, but in what capacity or how supported, his biographers have not informed us. Here, however, he first became acquainted with the lady whom he afterwards married.

In 1746, he returned to London, and having heard many exaggerated accounts of the severities practised in suppressing the rebellion in Scotland, he gave vent to his feelings and love for his country, in a beautiful and spirited poem, entitled the Tears of Scotland. The subject was doubtless attractive as a poet, but as he had been bred a Whig, he was rather inconsistent in his principles, and certainly very unfortunate in his predictions. His friends wished him to suppress this piece as having a tendency to offend the Whigs on whose patronage he had some reliance, and although his enthusiasm was at present rather too warm for advice, and he had from this time declared war against the Whigministers under George II. yet it does not appear that it was published with his name for many years after.

In 1746 he first presented himself to the public as the author of Advice, a satire, in which he endeavoured to excite indignation against certain public characters, by accusations which a man of delicacy would disdain to bring forward under any circumstances, and which are generally brought forward under the very worst. What this production

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