ANTISTROPHE. Those sculptured halls my feet shall never tread, STROPHE. In Fortune's car behold that minion ride, ANTISTROPHE, Nature I'll court in her sequestered haunts, THY FATAL SHAFTS. Thy fatal shafts unerring move; Glide swift through all my vital frame! For while I gaze my bosom glows, My falt'ring tongue attempts in vain In soothing murmurs to complain; My tongue some secret magic ties, My murmurs sink in broken sighs! Condemn'd to nurse eternal care, And ever drop the silent tear, Unheard I mourn, unknown I sigh, Unfriended live, unpitied die! BLUE-EYED ANNE. When the rough North forgets to howl, No more shall flowers the meads adorn, No more shall joy in hope be found, When rolling seasons cease to change, WHEN SAPPHO TUN'D THE RAPTUR'D When Sappho tun'd the raptur'd strain, For while she struck the quivering wire, Thy beauteous air of sprightly youth, She ne'er had pined beneath disdain,. ODE TO LEVEN WATER. On Leven's banks, while free to rove, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, Still on thy banks so gaily green, SIR GILBERT ELLIOT. BORN 1722-DIED 1777. SIR GILBERT ELLIOT, third baronet of Minto, was born in Roxburghshire in the year 1722. He was the eldest son of the Sir Gilbert who, Lord Woodhouselee says, "was taught the German flute in France, and was the first to introduce that instrument into Scotland in 1725;" and grandson of the first baronet, a Lord of Session, known by the title of Lord Minto. Our poet was educated for the Scottish bar, and in 1763 was made treasurer of the navy. Three years afterwards he succeeded his father, the second baronet, in the title and estates, and subsequently obtained the reversion of the office of keeper of the signet in Scotland. He was a man of considerable political and literary ability, and was distinguished as a speaker in parliament, as well as highly accomplished and sagacious in parliamentary business. He died at Marseilles in 1777. Some lines which he wrote on the occasion of his father's death are curiously applicable to his own: "His mind refined and strong, no sense impaired, Nor feeling of humanity, nor taste Of social life; so e'en his latest hour In sweet domestic cheerfulness was passed; Sublimely calm his ripened spirit fled, Sir Gilbert's eldest son, for some time Governor-general of India, was raised to the peerage by the title of the Earl of Minto; and his sister, Miss Jane Elliot, was the authoress of the old set of "The Flowers of the Forest." His philosophical correspondence with David Hume is quoted with commendation by Dugald Stewart in his Philosophy of the Human Mind, and in his Dissertation" prefixed to the seventh edition of the Encyclopedia Britannica. He was the author of the following lines on the death of Colonel James Gardiner, and of what Sir Walter Scott calls "the beautiful pastoral song" beginning is one of the last and the best efforts of the pastoral muse. I know not whether to account it good fortune or design which made the name of the heroine sound so like that of the family residence; but I am willing to believe in the prophetic strain which makes the cliffs echo, for many a later year, the song of My Sheep I neglected.' 'On Minto crags the moonbeams glint, Cliffs doubling on their echoes borne As if it had not been enough for Sir Gilbert Elliot and his sister to write two of our favourite lyrics, and enjoy the credit of such compositions, by special grace and good fortune they have also each obtained a separate and lasting compliment in verse-the first in the Lay of the Last Minstrel,' and the latter in Marmion :' 'One of those flowers whom plaintive lay In Scotland mourns as 'wede away.'" AMYNTA.1 My sheep I neglected, I lost my sheep-hook, And all the gay haunts of my youth I forsook; No more for Amynta fresh garlands I wove; For ambition, I said, would soon cure me of love. Oh! what had my youth with ambition to do? Why left I Amynta? why broke I my vow? Oh! give me my sheep, and my sheep-hook restore. And I'll wander from love and Amynta no more. Through regions remote in vain do I rove, And bid the wide ocean secure me from love! O fool! to imagine that aught could subdue A love so well-founded, a passion so true! Alas! 'tis too late at thy fate to repine; 'TWAS AT THE HOUR OF DARK MIDNIGHT.2 'Twas at the hour of dark midnight, Before the first cock's crowing, 1 First published in Yair's Charmer, issued at Edinburgh in 1749; it afterwards appeared in Herd's and other collections, and is written to the tune of an old air called "My Apron Dearie," which is to be found in Johnson's Mus um and Thomson's Select Melodies.-ED. When westland winds shook Stirling's tow'rs, And from the ruin'd tow'rs she heard 66 "O dismal night!" she said, and wept, "O night presaging sorrow: O dismal night!" she said, and wept, "Even in the visions of the night And all the virgins weeping." Aghast she started from her bed, The fatal tidings dreading; "O speak," she cried, "my father's slain! I see. I see him bleeding!" A pale corpse on the sullen shore, At morn, fair maid, I left him; Even at the threshold of his gate The foe of life bereft him. 2 Colonel Gardiner, the hero of this song, one of the very few which are extant not on the Stuart side, was killed at the battle of Prestonpans in 1745. He was cut down by a Highlander armed with a scythe blade, after his soldiers had basely deserted him.-ED. "Bold, in the battle's front he fell, With many a wound deformed: A braver knight, nor better man, This fair isle ne'er adorned.' While thus he spake, the grief-struck maid A deadly swoon invaded; Lost was the lustre of her eyes, And all her beauty faded. Sad was the sight, and sad the news, JOHN HOME. BORN 1722-DIED 1808. JOHN HOME, an eminent dramatic poet, and a lineal descendant of Sir John Home of Cow denknowes, was born at Leith, Sept. 22, 1722. He was educated at the University of Edinburgh, and in April, 1745, was licensed to preach in the Church of Scotland. During the same year he joined a volunteer company on the side of the government, and was taken prisoner at the battle of Falkirk, but succeeded with some others in making his escape from Doune Castle, where he was confined. The poet's imprisonment, and that of his brother bards Buchanan, Skinner, and Smollett, must have escaped the memory of Professor Wilson when he wrote, "No Scottish poet was ever in a jail." In 1746 Home was ordained minister of Athelstaneford, made vacant by the death of the author of "The Grave." Having written the tragedy of "Agis," he proceeded to London in 1749, and offered it to David Garrick, at that time manager of Drury Lane, who refused it. The disappointed author, with the feeling natural to such a situation, wrote the following lines on the tomb of Shakspere in Westminster Abbey: ་་ Image of Shakspere! to this place I come, Six years later, having written the tragedy of Douglas," founded upon the beautiful old ballad of "Gil Morris," Home again visited London, and offered it to Garrick, who pronounced the play totally unfitted for the stage. It was, however, performed at the Edinburgh Canongate Theatre, December 14, 1756, with the most gratifying success, in the presence of a large audience, among whom were the delighted author and several other ministers. For this flagrant violation of clerical propriety Home's friends were subjected to the censures of the church, which he himself only escaped by resigning his living. But the tragedy nevertheless became very popular with the general public, who continued and still continue to receive it with enthusiasm. It is related that during one of the early representations in Edinburgh, when the feelings of the audience burst forth as usual at the conclusion of Norval's speech, a voice from the gallery shouted out the triumphant query, Whaur's yer Shakspere noo?" In 1757 Home again visited London, and through the influence of the Earl of Bute had the satisfaction of seeing "Douglas" brought out by Garrick with distinguished success, followed soon after by "Agis," with the great English tragedian and Mrs. Cibber playing the principal characters. His "Siege of Aquileia” was also represented on the London stage, but, owing to a lack of interest in the action, failed to win public favour. In 1760 Home printed his three tragedies in one volume, with a dedication to the Prince of Wales, whose society he had enjoyed through the favour of Lord Bute, preceptor to the prince; and who, after his accession to the throne, granted him a pension of £300 a year, which, in addition to an equal sum from his sinecure office of conservator of Scots privileges at Campvere, in Zealand, likewise bestowed upon him, enabled the poet to repose with tranquillity upon his prospects of dramatic fame. of money, he delighted in entertaining large companies of friends, and often had more guests than his house could conveniently accommodate. His latest work was a "History of the Rebellion of 1745”— -a transaction of which he was entitled to say pars fui. But the work disappointed public expectation, and was certainly not what was looked for from one who was not only an actor in the scene, but the author of a tragedy like "Douglas." An explanation may perhaps be found in the The following letter, which we are not aware has ever been in print, contains the original order for Home's pension, and is also interest-fact that the author was a pensioner of George ing owing to its placing the writer's character in a most amiable and endearing light. It was addressed by George III. to the Earl of Bute: "My dearest Friend,-In looking over the list we made together, I feel myself still in debt particularly to poor Home: no office occurs to me that I think fit for him; I therefore desire you will give him £300 per annum out of my privy purse, which mode will be of more utility to him, as it will come free from the burden of taxes and infamous fees of office. I have a double satisfaction in giving Home this mark of my favour, as I know the execution of it will be as agreeable to my dearest friend as the directing it is to myself." Home was the author of eight additional tragedies and comedies, composed during his residence in London, which terminated in 1779, when he went to reside in Edinburgh, and thenceforth lived in the enjoyment of the highest literary society of that city. Careless III., and that the MS. was submitted before publication for correction by the reigning family. Home died September 5, 1808, aged nearly eighty-six years, and was buried in the churchyard of his native place, where also repose the remains of his friend James Sibbald, and that "inheritor of unfilled renown" Robert Nicoll. As a dramatic poet Home deserves the credit of having written with more fervid feeling, and less of stiffness and artificiality, than the other poets of his time; his genius in this respect approaching to that of his contemporary Collins. His Dramatic Works were published at Edinburgh in 1798, in two 12mo vols.; and in 1822 another edition appeared in the same city, entitled "The Works of John Home, Esq., now first collected, to which is prefixed an account of his Life and Writings by Henry Mackenzie," in three 8vo vols. To this admirable work we refer the reader for further particulars connected with the literary labours of our author. ACT I. SCENE I.-The Court of a Castle, surrounded with woods. Enter LADY RANDOLPH. ANNA. Who, from the chiding stream, or groaning oak, Lady R. Ye woods and wilds, whose melan- My lamentation: hear'st thy wretched wife choly gloom Accords with my soul's sadness, and draws forth Weep for her husband slain, her infaut lost. |