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TOBIAS SMOLLETT, well known in his time for collection, as the author of " The Tears of Scotthe variety and multiplicity of his publications, was land," the “ Ode to Leven-Water," and some other born in 1720, at Dalquhurn, in the county of Dum- short pieces, which are polished, tender, and pic-, barton. He was educated under a surgeon in turesque ; and, especially, of an “Ode to IndepenGlasgow, where he also attended the medical lec- dence,” which aims at a loftier Aight, and perhaps tures of the University; and at this early period he has few superiors in the lyric style. gave some specimens of a talent for writing verses. Smollett married a lady of Jamaica: he was, As it is on this ground that he has obtained a place unfortunately, of an irritable disposition, which inin the present collection, we shall pass over his volved him in frequent quarrels, and finally shortvarious characters of surgeon's mate, physician, his-ened his life. He died in the neighborhood of Leg. toriographer, politician, miscellaneous writer, and horn, in October, 1771, in the fifty-first year of his especially novelist, and consider his claims as a minor age. poet of no mean rank. He will be found, in this
THE TEARS OF SCOTLAND.
MOURN, hapless Caledonia, mourn
O baneful cause, oh, fatal morn,
The wretched owner sees afar
The pious mother doom'd to death,
While the warm blood bedews my veins,
What boots it then, in every clime,
ODE TO LEVEN-WATER.
Pure stream! in whose transparent wave
No torrents stain thy limpid source ;
The curlew scream'd, the Tritons blew
Their shells to celebrate the ravish'd rite; While, lightly pois'd, the scaly brood
Old Time exulted as he flew; In myriads cleave thy crystal flood;
And Independence saw the light. The springing trout in speckled pride;
The light he saw in Albion's happy plains, The salmon, monarch of the tide ;
Where under cover of a flowering thorn, The ruthless pike, intent on war;
While Philomel renew'd her warbled strains, The silver eel, and mottled par.*
The auspicious fruit of stol'n embrace was bornDevolving from thy parent lake,
The mountain Dryads, seiz'd with joy, A charming maze thy waters make,
The smiling infant to their charge consign'd; By bowers of birch, and groves of pine, The Doric Muse caress'd the favorite boy ; And hedges flower'd with eglantine.
The hermit Wisdom stor'd his opening mind.
As rolling years matur'd his age,
While the mild passions in his breast assuage
The fiercer flames of his maternal sire.
Accomplish'd thus, he wing'd his way,
Those spires that gild the Adriatic wave,
Where Tyranny beheld amaz'd
He steel'd the blunt Batavian's arms
To burst the Iberian's double chain ; Lord of the lion-heart and eagle eye,
And cities rear'd, and planted farms, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Won from the skirts of Neptune's wide domain. Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky,
He, with the generous rustics, sate Deep in the frozen regions of the north,
On Uri's rocks in close divan it A goddess violated brought thee forth,
And wing'd that arrow, sure as fate, Immortal Liberty, whose look sublime
Which ascertain'd the sacred rights of man. Hath bleach'd the tyrant's cheek in every varying
clime. What time the iron-hearted Gaul
Arabia's scorching sands he cross'd, With frantic Superstition for his guide,
Where blasted Nature pants supine, Arm'd with the dagger and the pall,
Conductor of her tribes adust, The sons of Woden to the field defied :
To Freedom's adamantine shrine ; The ruthless hag, by Weser's flood,
And many a Tartar horde forlorn, aghast!
And taught amidst the dreary waste
He virtue finds, like precious ore,
Diffus'd through every baser mould,
Even now he stands on Calvi's rocky shore,
And turns the dross of Corsica to gold. From altars stain'd with human gore ;
He, guardian genius, taught my youth And Liberty his routed legions led
Pomp's tinsel livery to despise : In safety to the bleak Norwegian shore.
My lips, by him chastis'd to truth, There in a cave asleep she lay,
Ne'er paid that homage which the heart denies.
Those sculptur'd halls my feet shall never tread,
Where varnish'd Vice and Vanity combin'd, The hunted bear supplied a shaggy vest;
To dazzle and seduce, their banners spread; The drifted snow hung on his yellow beard ;
And forge vile shackles for the free-born mind. And his broad shoulders brav'd the furious blast.
Where Insolence his wrinkled front uprears, He stopt: he gaz'd; his bosom glow'd,
And all the flowers of spurious fancy blow; And deeply felt the impression of her charms :
And Title his ill-woven chaplet wears, He seiz'd the advantage Fate allow'd,
Full often wreath'd around the miscreant's brow : And straight compress’d her in his vig'rous arms.
| Alluding to the known story of William Tell and his * The par is a small fish, not unlike the smelt, which it associates, the fathers and founders of the confederacy of rivals in delicacy and flavor.
the Swiss Cantons.
Where ever-dimpling Falsehood, pert and vain,
In Fortune's car behold that minion ride,
Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts
And Friendship pledge me to his fellow-swains ;
And fearless Poverty shall guard the door ;
GEORGE LORD LYTTELTON.
GEORGE LORD LYTTELTON, born at Hagley, in In 1741, he married Lucy, the daughter of Hugh Jan. 1708-9, was the eldest son of Sir Thomas Fortescue, Esq. a lady for whom he entertained the Lyttelton, Bart. of the same place. He received purest affection, and with whom he lived in unabated his early education at Eton, whence he was sent to conjugal harmony. Her death in child-bed, in 1747, Christ-church College, in Oxford. In both of these was lamented by him in a “ Monody," which stands places he was distinguished for classical literature, prominent among his poetical works, and displays and some of his poems which we have borrowed were much natural feeling, amidst the more elaborate the fruits of his juvenile studies. In his nineteenth strains of a poet's imagination. So much may year, he set out on a tour to the Continent; and suffice respecting his productions of this class, which some of the letters which he wrote during this ab- are distinguished by the correctness of their versifisence to his father are pleasing proofs of his sound cation, the elegance of their diction, and the delicacy principles, and his unreserved confidence in a vene- of their sentiments. His miscellaneous pieces, and rated parent. He also wrote a poetical epistle to his History of Henry II., the last the work of his Dr. Ayscough, his Oxford tutor, which is one of the age, have each their appropriate merits, but may best of his works. On his return from abroad, he here be omitted. was chosen representative in parliament for the The death of his father, in 1751, produced his borough of Oakhampton; and being warmed with succession to the title and a large estate ; and his that patriotic ardor which rarely fails to inspire the taste for rural ornament rendered Hagley one of bosom of an ingenuous youth, he became a distin- the most delightful residences the kingdom. At guished partisan of opposition-politics, whilst his the dissolution of the ministry, of which he comfather was a supporter of the ministry, then ranged posed a part, in 1759, he was rewarded with elevaunder the banners of Walpole. When Frederic tion to the peerage, by the style of Baron Ly ton Prince of Wales, having quarrelled with the court, of Frankley, in the county of Worcester. He formed a separate court of his own, in 1737, Lyt- died of a lingering disorder, which he bore with telton was appointed secretary to the Prince, with pious resignation, in August 1773, in the 64th year an advanced salary. At this time Pope bestowed of his age. his praise upon our patriot in an animated couplet:
Free as young Lyttelton her cause pursue,
Though now, sublimely borne on Homer's wing, THE PROGRESS OF LOVE.
Of glorious wars and godlike chiefs she sing.
Will thou with me revisit once again
The crystal fountain, and the flowery plain?
Wilt thou, indulgent, hear my verse relate 1. Uncertainty. To Mr. Pope.
The various changes of a lover's state; 2. Hope. To the Hon. George Doddington.
And, while each turn of passion I pursue,
To the green margin of a lonely wood,
Whose pendent shades o'erlook'd a silver flood,
Full of the image of his beauteous maid :
His flock, far off, unfed, untended, lay,
To every savage a defenceless prey;
No sense of interest could their master move,
And every care seem'd trifling now but love.
Awhile in pensive silence he remainid,
plain'd; While yet thy Muse, content with humbler praise, At length the thoughts, within his bosom pent, Warbled in Windsor's grove her sylvan lays; Forc'd his unwilling tongue to give them vent.
“Ye nymphs,” he cried, “ye Dryads, who so long Have favor'd Damon, and inspir'd his song ;
НОРЕ. For whom, retir'd, I shun the gay resorts
ECLOGUE II. of sportful cities, and of pompous courts; In vain I bid the restless world adieu,
TO MR. DODDINGTON, AFTERWARDS LORD To seek tranquillity and peace with you.
HEAR, Doddington, the notes that shepherds sing, Though Envy frowns not on your humble shades, Like those that warbling hail the genial Spring. Nor Calumny your innocence invades :
Nor Pan, nor Phoebus, tunes our artless reeds : Yet cruel Love, that troubler of the breast,
From Love alone their melody proceeds.
From Love, Theocritus, on Enna's plains,
" Ah, luckless day! when first with fond surprise Could charm each ear, and soften every heart: On Delia's face I fix'd my eager eyes !
Me too his power has reach'd, and bids with thine Then in wild tumults all my soul was tost, My rustic pipe in pleasing concert join. Then reason, liberty, at once were lost :
Damon no longer sought the silent shade,
But call'd the swains to hear his jocund song,
"Blest be the hour," he said, “ that happy hour, How can soft pleasure and tormenting woe
When first I own'd my Delia's gentle power; From the same spring at the same moment flow? Then gloomy discontent and pining care Unhappy boy! these vain inquiries cease,
Forsook my breast, and left soft wishes there ; Thought could not guard, nor will restore, thy peace: Soft wishes there they left, and gay desires, Indulge the frenzy that thou must endure, Delightful languors, and transporting fires. And soothe the pain thou know'st not how to cure. Where yonder limes combine to form a shade, Come, flattering Memory! and tell my heart These eyes first gaz'd upon the charming maid : How kind she was, and with what pleasing art
There she appear’d, on that auspicious day, She strove its fondest wishes to obtain,
When swains their sportive rites to Bacchus pay: Confirm her power, and faster bind my chain.
She led the dance-Heavens! with what grace she If on the green we danc'd, a mirthful band;
mov'd! To me alone she gave her willing hand :
Who could have seen her then, and not have lov'd ? Her partial taste, if e'er I touch'd the lyre,
I strove not to resist so sweet a flame, Still in my song found something to admire. But gloried in a happy captive's name; By none but her my crook with flowers was crown'a, Nor would I now, could Love permit, be free, By none but her my brows with ivy bound :
But leave to brutes their savage liberty. The world, that Damon was her choice, believ'd,
“And art thou then, fond youth, secure of joy ? The world, alas! like Damon, was deceiv'd. Can no reverse thy flattering bliss destroy? When last I saw her, and declar'd my fire
Has treacherous Love no torment yet in store ? In words as soft as passion could inspire,
Or hast thou never prov'd his fatal power ? Coldly she heard, and full of scorn withdrew, Whence flow'd those tears that late bedew'd thy Without one pitying glance, one sweet adieu.
cheek? The frighted hind, who sees his ripen'd corn Why sigh'd thy heart as if it strove 10 break? Up from the roots by sudden tempests torn,
Why were the desert rocks invok'd to hear Whose fairest hopes destroy'd and blasted lie, The plaintive accent of thy sad despair? Feels not so keen a pang of grief as I.
From Delia's rigor all those pains arose, Ah, how have I deservid, inhuman maid,
Delia, who now compassionates my woes, To have my faithful service thus repaid ?
Who bids me hope ; and in that charming word Were all the marks of kindness I receiv'd, Has peace and transport to my soul restor'd. But dreams of joy, that charm'd me and deceiv'd ? Begin, my pipe, begin the gladsome lay; Or did you only nurse my growing love,
A kiss from Delia shall thy music pay; That with more pain I might your hatred prove?
A kiss obtain'd 'twixt struggling and consent, Sure guilty treachery no place could find
Given with forc'd anger, and disguis'd content. In such a gentle, such a generous mind :
No laureate wreaths I ask, to bind my brows, A maid, brought up the woods and wilds among Such as the Muse on lofty bards bestows : Could ne'er have learnt the art of courts so young : Let other swains to praise or fame aspire ; No; let me rather think her anger feign'd,
I from her lips my recompense require. Still let me hope my Delia may be gain'd;
“Why stays my Delia in her secret bower? 'Twas only modesty that seem'd disdain,
Light gales have chas'd the late impending shower And her heart suffer'd when she gave me pain.” Th' emerging Sun more bright his beams extends; Pleas'd with this flattering thought, the love-sick Oppos'd, its beauteous arch the rainbow bends! boy
Glad youths and maidens turn the new-made hay: Felt the faint dawning of a doubtful joy;
The birds renew their songs on every spray! Back to his flock more cheerful he return'd, Come forth, my love, thy shepherd's joys to crown When now the setting Sun more fiercely burn'd, All nature smiles.-Will only Delia frown? Blue vapors rose along the mazy rills,
“ Hark how the bees with murmurs fill the plain And light's last blushes ting'd the distant hills. While every flower of every sweet they drain :