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Thus Heaven enlarged his soul in riper years,

Is there a heart that music cannot melt ?
For Nature gave him strength, and fire, to soar Alas ! how is that rugged heart forlorn !
On Fancy's wing above this vale of tears ; Is there, who ne'er those mystic transports felt
Where dark, cold-hearted sceptics, creeping, Of solitude and melancholy born ?
pore

He needs not woo the Muse ; he is her scorn.
Through microscope of metaphysic lore :

The sophist's rope of cobweb he shall twine ; And much they grope for truth, but never hit. Mope o'er the the schoolman's peevish page; or For why? Their powers, inadequate before,

mourn, This idle art makes more and more unfit ;

And delve for life in Mammon's dirty mine ; Yet deem they darkness light, and their vain blun Sneak with the scoundrel fox, or grunt with glutton ders wit.

swine.
Nor was this ancient dame a foe to mirth : For Edwin Fate a nobler doom had plann'd;
Her ballad, jest, and riddle's quaint device

Song was his favourite and first pursuit.
Oft cheer'd the shepherds round their social hearth; The wild harp rang to his advent'rous hand,
Whom levity or spleen could ne'er entice

And languish'd to his breath the plaintive flute.
To purchase chat, or laughter, at the price His infant Muse, though artless, was not mute :
Of decency. Nor let it faith exceed,

Of elegance as yet he took no care ;
That Nature forms a rustic taste so nice.

For this of time and culture is the fruit ;
Ah ! had they been of court or city breed, And Edwin gain'd at last this fruit so rare :
Such delicacy were right marvellous indeed.

As in some future verse 1 purpose to declare.
Oft when the winter storm had ceased to rave, Meanwhile, whate'er of beautiful or new,
He roam'd the snowy waste at even, to view Sublime or dreadful, in earth, sea, or sky,
The clouds stupendous, from th' Atlantic wave By chance, or search, was offer'd to his view,
High-towering, sail along th’ horizon blue : He scann'd with curious and romantic eye.
Where 'midst the changeful scenery, ever new, Whate'er of lore tradition could supply
Fancy a thousand wondrous forms descries, From Gothic tale, or song, or fable old,
More wildly great than ever pencil drew,

Roused him, still keen to listen and to pry.
Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant size, At last, though long by penury controlld,
And glittring cliffs on cliffs, and fiery ramparts And solitude, her soul his graces ’gan unfold.

rise.
Thence musing onward to the sounding shore, Thus on the chill Lapponian's dreary land,
The lone enthusiast oft would take his way, For many a long month lost in snow profound,
Listening, with pleasing dread, to the deep roar When Sol from Cancer sends the season bland,
Of the wide-weltering waves.

And in their northern cave the storms are bound; When sulphurous clouds rolld on th' autumnal From silent mountains, straight, with startling day,

sound, Even then he hasten’d from the haunt of man, Torrents are hurl'd; green hills emerge ; and lo, Along the trembling wilderness to stray,

The trees with foliage,cliffs with flowers,are crown'd;
What time the lightning's fierce career began, Pure rills through vales of verdure warbling go;
Ando’er Heaven's rending arch the rattling thunder And wonder, love, and joy, the peasant's heart o’er-

flow.
Responsive to the sprightly pipe, when all Here pause, my Gothic lyre, a little while ;
In sprightly dance the village youth were join'd, The leisure hour is all that thou canst claim.
Edwin, of melody aye held in thrall,

But on this verse if Montague* should smile,
From the rude gambol far remote reclined, New strains ere long shall animate thy frame;
Soothed with the soft notes warbling in the wind. And her applause to me is more than fame;
Ah, then all jollity seem'd noise and folly:

For still with truth accords her taste refined. To the pure soul by Fancy's fire refined,

At lucre or renown let others aim, Ah, what is mirth but turbulence unholy,

I only wish to please the gentle mind, When with the charm compared of heavenlymelan. Whom Nature's charms inspire and love of humancholy !

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CHRISTOPHER ANSTEY.

(Born, 1724. Died, 1805.]

This light and amusing poet was the son of Calvert, Esq. of Albury Hall, in Hertfordshire, the Rev. Dr. Anstey, rector of Brinkeley, in and sat in several successive parliaments for the Cambridgeshire, who had been a fellow of St. borough of Hertford. Having succeeded, after John's College, Cambridge. When very young, his marriage, to his father's estate, he retired to he was sent to school at Bury St. Edmunds. the family seat in Cambridgeshire, and seems to From thence he was removed to Eton, and placed have spent his days in that smooth happiness at the fourth form, as an oppidan, and afterwards which gives life few remarkable eras. He was on the foundation. He finished his studies at addicted to the sports of the field and the amuseEton with a creditable character, and in 1741 ments of the country, undisturbed by ambition, went as captain to the Mount. From thence he and happy in the possession of friends and fortune. went to Cambridge, where he obtained some re His first literary effort which was published, was putation by his Tripos verses. In 1745, he was his translation of Gray's Elegy in a Churchyard admitted fellow of King's college, and in the fol- | into Latin verse, in which he was assisted by Dr. lowing year took his bachelor's degree in the Roberts, author of “ Judah Restored." He was university. When he had nearly completed the personally acquainted with Gray, and derived terms of his qualification for that of master of from him the benefit of some remarks on his arts, he was prevented from obtaining it in con translation. sequence of what his own son, his biographer, His first publication in English verse was calls a spirited and popular opposition, which he “ The New Bath Guide,” which appeared in showed to the leading men of the university. The

1766. The droll and familiar manner of the phrase of “popular and spirited opposition," poem is original ; but its leading characters are sounds promising to the curiosity; but the reader evidently borrowed from Smollett*. Anstey gave must not expect too much, lest he should be dis- the copy price of the piece, which was £200, as a appointed by learning that this popular opposition charitable donation to the hospital of Bath ; and was only his refusing to deliver certain declama- | Dodsley, to whom it had been sold, with remarktions, which the heads of the university (unfairly able generosity restored the copyright toits author, it was thought) required from the bachelors of after it had been eleven years published. King's College. Anstey, as senior of the order His other works hardly require the investigaof bachelors, had to deliver the first oration. tion of their date. In the decline of life he He contrived to begin his speech with a rhapsody meditated a collection of his letters and poems ; of adverbs, which, with no direct meaning, hinted but letters recovered from the repositories of a ridicule on the arbitrary injunction of the uni- dead friends are but melancholy readings; and, versity rulers. They soon ordered him to dis- probably overcome by the sensations which they mount from the rostrum, and called upon him for excited, he desisted from his collection. After a a new declamation, which, as might be expected, happy enjoyment of life (during fifty years of only gave him an opportunity of pointing finer which he had never been confined to bed, except irony in the shape of an apology. This affront one day, by an accidental hurt upon his leg), he was not forgotten by his superiors; and when he quietly resigned his existence, at the house of his applied for his degree, it was refused to him. son-in-law, Mr. Bosanquet, in his eighty-first

In the year 1756 he married Miss Calvert, year, surrounded by his family, and retaining his sister to his oldest and most intimate friend John faculties to the last.

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Mr. SIMKIN B-N-R-D to Lady B-N-R-D, at -Hall North.
Public Breakfast-Motives for the same, A List of the Do the gods such a noble ambition inspire ;
Company–A tender Scene An unfortunate Incident.

Or gods do we make of each ardent desire ?
Vhat blessings attend, my dear mother, all those “But Anstey'sdiverting satire,” says Sir Walter Scott,
Who to crowds of admirers their persons expose !

was but a slight sketch, compared to the finished and

elaborate manner in which Smollett has, in the first [* Anstey was the original, for Humphrey Clinker was place, identified his characters, and then fitted them with ot out till 1771, nor written before 1770.

This inadver language, sentiments, and powers of observation, in exact ncy of Mr. Campbell has been pointed out by Lord Byron correspondence with their talents, temper, condition, and the Appendix to the 5th Canto of Don Juan.

disposition."-Misc. Pr. Works, vol. iii. p. 160.)

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O generous passion ! 'tis yours to afford

Besides many others, who all in the rain went, The splendid assembly, the plentiful board ; On purpose to honour this great entertainment : To thee do I owe such a breakfast this morn, The company made a most brilliant appearance, As I ne'er saw before since the hour I was born ; And ate bread-and-butter with great perseverance: 'Twas you made my Lord Ragamuffin come here, All the chocolate, too, that my Lord set before 'em, Who, they say, has been lately created a Peer, The ladies despatch'd with the utmost decorum. And to-day with extreme complaisance and respect Soft musical numbers were heard all around, ask'd

The horns and the clarions echoing sound : All the people at Bath to a general breakfast. Sweet were the strains, as od'rous gales that blow

You've heard of my Lady Bunbutter, no doubt, O'er fragrant banks, where pinks and roses gros. How she loves an assembly, fandango, or rout; The Peer was quite ravish’d, while close to his side No lady in London is half so expert

Sat Lady Bunbutter, in beautiful pride! At a snug private party her friends to divert ; Oft turning his eyes, he with rapture survey'd But they say that, of late, she's grown sick of the All the powerful charms she so nobly display'd. town,

As when at the feast of the great Alexander, And often to Bath condescends to come down : Timotheus, the musical son of Thersander, Her Ladyship's fav’rite house is the Bear :

Breathed heavenly measures ; Her chariot, and servants, and horses are there:

The prince was in pain, My Lady declares that retiring is good ;

And could not contain, As all with a separate maintenance should :

While Thais was sitting beside him ; For when you have put out the conjugal fire,

But, before all his peers, 'Tis time for all sensible folk to retire ;

Was for shaking the spheres, If Hymen no longer his fingers will scorch,

Such goods the kind gods did provide him; Little Cupid for others can whip in his torch,

Grew bolder and bolder,
So pert is he grown, since the custom began

And cock'd up his shoulder,
To be married and parted as quick as you can. Like the son of great Jupiter Ammon,
Now my Lord had the honour of coming down post,

Till at length quite oppress'd,
To pay his respects to so famous a toast;

He sunk on her breast, In hopes he her Ladyship's favour might win,

And lay there as dead as a salmon. By playing the part of a host at an inn.

O had I a voice that was stronger than steel, I'm sure he's a person of great resolution, With twice fifty tongues to express what I feel, Though delicate nerves, and a weak constitution ; And as many good mouths, yet I never could utter For he carried us all to a place 'cross the river, All the speeches my Lord made to Lady BunAnd vow'd that the rooms were too hot for his liver:

butter! He said it would greatly our pleasure promote, So polite all the time, that he ne'er touch'd a bit, If we all for Spring-gardens set out in a boat : While she ate up his rolls and applauded his wit: I never as yet could his reason explain,

For they tell me that men of true laste, when they Why we all sallied forth in the wind and the rain; treat, For sure, such confusion was never yet known ; Should talk a great deal, but they never should eat: Here a cap and a hat, there a cardinal blown : And if that be the fashion, I never will give While his Lordship, embroider'd and powder'd Any grand entertainment as long as I live : all o'er,

For I'm of opinion 'tis proper to cheer Was bowing, and banding the ladies ashore : The stomach and bowels, as well as the ear. How the misses did huddle and scuddle, and run: Nor me did the charming concerto of Abel One would think to be wet must be very good fun; Regale like the breakfast I saw on the table : For by wagging their tails, they all seem'd to take freely will own I the muffins preferr'd pains

To all the genteel conversation I heard, To moisten their pinions like ducks when it rains ; E'en though I'd the honour of sitting between And 'twas pretty to see how, like birds of a feather, My Lady Stuff-damask and Peggy Moreen, The people of quality flock'd all together; Who both flew to Bath in the nightly machine. All pressing, addressing, caressing, and fond, Cries Peggy, “ This place is enchantingly pretty ; Just the same as those animals are in a pond : We never can see such a thing in the city : You've read all their names in the news, I suppose, You may spend all your lifetime in Cateaton-street, But, for fear you have not, take the list as it goes: And never so civil a gentleman meet ; There was Lady Greasewrister,

You may talk what you please ; you may search
And Madam Van-Twister,

London through ;
Her Ladyship's sister ;

You may go to Carlisle's, and to Almanac's too :
Lord Cram, and Lord Vulture,

And I'll give you my head if you find such a host, Sir Brandish O'Culter,

For coffee, tea, chocolate, butter, and toast : With Marshal Carouzer,

How he welcomes at once all the world and his And old Lady Mouzer,

wife, And the great Hanoverian Baron Pansmowzer : And how civil to folk he ne'er saw in his life!"

“ These horns,” cries my Lady,“ so tickleone's ear, All the while her mamma was expressing her joy, Lard ! what would I give that Sir Simon was here! That her daughter the morning so well could emTo the next public breakfast Sir Simon shall go,

ploy. For I find here are folks one may venture to know: -Now why should the Muse, my dear mother, Sir Simon would gladly his Lordship attend,

relate And my Lord would be pleased with so cheerful a The misfortunes that fall to the lot of the great ? friend."

Ashomeward we came—'tis with sorrow you'll hear So when we had wasted more bread at a breakfast What a dreadful disaster attended the Peer : Than the poor of our parish have ate for this week For whether some envious god had decreed past,

That a Naiad should long to ennoble her breed ; I saw, all at once, a prodigious great throng Or whether his Lordship was charm'd to behold Come bustling, and rustling, and jostling along : His face in the stream, like Narcissus of old ; For his Lordship was pleased that the company now In handing old Lady Bumfidget and daughter, To my Lady Bunbutter should curt'sy and bow : This obsequious Lord tumbled into the water ; And my Lady was pleased too, and seem'd vastly But a nymph of the flood brought him safe to the proud

boat, At once to receive all the thanks of a crowd : And I left all the ladies a cleaning his coat. And when, like Chaldeans, we all had adored Thus the feast was concluded, as far as I hear, This beautiful image set up by my Lord,

To the great satisfaction of all that were there. Some few insignificant folk went away,

O may he give breakfasts as long as he stays, Just to follow the employments and calls of the day; For I ne'er ate a better in all my born days. But those who knew better theirtime how to spend, In haste I conclude, &c. &c. &c. The fiddling and dancing all chose to attend.

S-B-N-R-D. Miss Clunch and Sir Toby perform'd a Cotillion,

Bath, 1766. Just the same as our Susan and Bob the postillion;

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