to Mallet, at Twiford. There he wrote single Winter Pieces. They, at last, thought it might make a Poem. It was, at first, refused by the Printer; but received by another. Mallet wrote the Dedication to the Speaker. Dodington sent his services to Thomson by Dr. Young, and desired to see him that was thought hint enough for another dedication to him; and this was the first introduction to that acquaintance. They make him promises, but he has nothing substantial as yet.' Thomson's father was a Presbyterian parson." : SPENCE. HALLER. POETS change their opinions of their own productions wonderfully, at different periods of life. Baron Haller was, in his youth, warmly attached to poetic composition. His house was on fire; and, to rescue his poems, he rushed through the flames. He was so fortunate as to escape with his beloved manuscripts in his hands. Ten years afterwards, he conducted to the flames those very poems which he had ventured his life to preserve. GEORGE HENRY SMITH. GARRICK, Henderson, and about half-a-dozen actors of celebrity, wrote (when the fit was on them) poetry, or what they intended the world should deem such; but these offsprings of their Muse are, for the most part, gone quietly to sleep in the lap of oblivion. The individual before us, whose "Attempts in Verse" (as he calls them) have excited our attention, was a performer in that city of elegance and fashion, yclept Bath, and is a brother of Mrs. Bartley, our justly-celebrated tragic actress.— His book, which wears the unassuming air of true talent, is replete with poetic beauties, and sentiments the most pure and elevating. The subjects of the poems are very much at variance with each other, and display a more than ordinary versatility of talent. The volume, we perceive, was published by subscription; and truly happy should we feel, if this slight notice should increase its sale; as it is but seldom that the press presents us with a book of poesy so talented and so unassuming, and whose every page affords abundant proofs of correctness of taste and amiability of disposition. VOL. III. I We have little doubt our readers will agree with us in thinking that the following lines deserve to exist as long as the verses of the sweet Poet whose decease called them forth. When to cold earth the Great return, Wakes the slav'd Harp its venal strain Nay, int'rest lureth men to mourn, With courtly woe, in polish'd plain, Their pride and blur an honour'd birth. II. Peals the loud Lyre its proudest praise, And prostitutes its choicest lays, To honour crime, with angels' breath. To grace the dust a crown hath worn, III. And shall unsung, unhonour'd, lie And none to pay due homage seek? Not one their praises love to speak, Nor to their memory drop the tear? Unpractis'd though my voice, and weakMay not such theme its words endear? IV. Ah! ye, who love the simple verse, The peaceful lives of artless swains, V. Yet humble measures well may suit VI. Sweet as the lark her carol pours, When blithe she springs to greet the morn, And pleasing as the hedge-row flow'rs, Or the white blossoms of the thorn, The rhymes his guileless tales adorn, The modest thoughts those tales illume, These still are ours-but Fate has borne Their gentle Author to the tomb. VII. Still waveth wood, and smileth dale, The snowy flax, and ply the wheel— Who taught the world such scenes to feel ! VIII. Though homely was his rustic style, Nor blaz'd with gems from classic lore, It stole unto the heart the while And Virtue's fascination wore; Nor ever foul pollution bore To taint the wholesome springs of youth, Nor, like the tempter Fiend of yore, Gave haggard Vice the mien of Truth. IX, Aye reverenc'd be the Poet then, Who never sought the vain acclaim Of luring o'er his fellow men, With worse than murder's deadly aim; |