We cannot long be deluded by nominal distinctions. The name of Stuart of itself is only contemptible; armed with the sovereign authority, their principles are formidable. The prince who imitates their conduct should be warned by example; and while he plumes himself upon the security of his title to the crown, should remember that, as it was acquired by one revolution, it may be lost by another. See Junius (2 vols. 1772); Junius (3 vols. 1812); the Life of Francis by Parkes and Merivale (1867); articles in Dilke's Papers of a Critic (1875); articles in the Athenæum for 1888 and 1897 by Mr Fraser Rae; Chabot and Twistleton, The Handwriting of Junius (1871); H. R. Francis, Junius Revealed (1894); and The Francis Letters, edited by Beata Francis and Eliza Keary (1900). Dr John Langhorne (1735-79), born at Kirkby Stephen in Westmorland, was for two years a London curate, and then from 1766 rector of Blagdon, Somerset, with a prebend of Wells. Langhorne wrote various prose works, the most successful being the Letters of Theodosius and Constantia; and in conjunction with his brother, the Rev. WILLIAM LANGHORNE (1721-72), he published a translation of Plutarch's Lives (1770), long the standard one. His efforts in satire and drama were unsuccessful; his ballad Owen of Carron, founded on the old Scottish tale of Gil Morrice, is smooth and rhythmical, but in poetical value falls far below its original. The only poem of Langhorne's which has a true vein of originality is his Country Justice (1774-77), and there he anticipated Crabbe in painting the rural life of England in true colours. His picture of the Gypsies, and his sketches of venal clerks and rapacious overseers, are genuine likenesses. He has not the raciness or vividness of Crabbe, but he has all Crabbe's fidelity, and he pleads as warmly for the poor vagrant: Still mark if vice or nature prompts the deed; Perhaps on some inhospitable shore The houseless wretch a widowed parent bore; This allusion to the dead soldier and his widow on the field of battle was the subject of a print by Bunbury, under which were engraved Langhorne's pathetic lines. Scott recorded that the only time he saw Robert Burns, a copy of this picture was in the room in Dr Adam Ferguson's house. Burns shed tears over it; and Scott, then a lad of fifteen, told him where the lines were to be found. The print seen by Burns is now in the Chambers Institution at Peebles, having been presented to Dr Robert Chambers by Sir Adam Ferguson, son of the historian, and transferred by Dr R. Chambers to Dr William Chambers for preservation in the Institution. The name of Langhorne,' though in very small characters, is engraved on the print below the quotation, and this had drawn Scott's attention to the poem. Appeal to Justices in behalf of the Poor. Let age no longer toil with feeble strife, But chief thy notice shall one monster claim; When the poor hind, with length of years decayed, His profitable toil, and honest praise, If in thy courts this caitiff wretch appear, His low-born pride with honest rage control; Wouldst thou then raise thy patriot office higher? And first we 'll range this mountain's stormy side, 'Tis the shepherd and his wife. 'By every power I swear, If the wretch treads the earth, or breathes the air, A Farewell Hymn to the Valley of Irwan. The primrose on the valley's side, The green thyme on the mountain's head, The wilding's blossom blushing red; How oft, within yon vacant shade, Has evening closed my careless eye! Yet still, within yon vacant grove, To mark the close of parting day; Along yon flowery banks to rove, And watch the wave that winds away; Though far from these and Irwan's vale. John Langhorne's Poetical Works were collected by his son, the Rev. John T. Langhorne (2 vols. 1804), and are included in the sixteenth volume of Chalmers's English Poets. William Julius Mickle (1735-88) is remembered as an early translator of the Lusiad from the Portuguese of Camoens, and was a poet of some natural gift, though of no great power. He was son of the minister of Langholm in Dumfriesshire, and became clerk and then chief-partner in an Edinburgh brewery; but he failed in business, and in 1763 went to London with literary ambitions. Lord Lyttelton encouraged his poetic efforts, and Mickle was buoyed up with dreams of patronage and celebrity. Two years of increasing destitution dispelled this vision, and the poet was glad to accept a situation as corrector of the Clarendon Press at Oxford (1765). Here he published Pollie, an elegy, and the Concubine, a poem in the manner of Spenser, which he afterwards reprinted with the title of Syr Martyn. Mickle affected the archaic phraseology of Spenser, which was antiquated even in the age of the Faerie Queene, and had been almost wholly discarded by Thomson in his Castle of Indolence. The first stanza of this poem was quoted by Sir Walter Scott-divested of its antique spelling to show that Mickle, with a vein of great facility, united a power of verbal melody, which might have been envied by bards of much greater renown :' Awake, ye west winds, through the lonely dale, And Fancy to thy faery bower betake; Even now, with balmy sweetness, breathes the gale, Dimpling with downy wing the stilly lake; Through the pale willows faltering whispers wake, And Evening comes with locks bedropped with dew; On Desmond's mouldering turrets slowly shake The withered rye-grass and the harebell blue, And ever and anon sweet Mulla's plaints renew. The poem was highly successful--not the less, perhaps, because it was printed anonymously, and was ascribed to different authors; and it went through three editions. Voltaire in the Shades (1770) was an attack on Hume. In 1771 Mickle published the first canto of his Camoens, which was completed in 1775; and being supported by a long list of subscribers, was highly advantageous both to his fame and fortune. His somewhat Popean version of Os Lusiadas is a fairly close rendering, with occasional expansions and paraphrases; but in its smoothness loses much of the directness of the original. In 1779 he went out to Portugal as secretary to Commodore Johnstone, and was received with much distinction in Lisbon by the countrymen of Camoens. On the return of the expedition Mickle was appointed joint-agent for the distribution of the prizes. His own share was considerable; and having received some money by his marriage with a farmer's daughter whom he had known in his obscure sojourn at Oxford, he spent his last years in ease and leisure. He died at Forest Hill near Oxford. The most notable of Mickle's original poems is his ballad of Cumnor Hall (1784), which acquired additional interest later on through its having suggested to Sir Walter Scott the groundwork of Kenilworth; it was Constable who proposed The present moment is our ain, Cumnor Hall. The dews of summer night did fall, And many an oak that grew thereby. That issued from that lonely pile. Immured in shameful privity? 'No more thou com'st, with lover's speed, Thy once beloved bride to see; But be she alive, or be she dead, I fear, stern Earl, 's the same to thee. 'Not so the usage I received 'I rose up with the cheerful morn, No lark so blithe, no flower more gay; Among court-ladies all despised, Where, scornful Earl, it well was prized? 'And when you first to me made suit, How fair I was, you oft would say! And, proud of conquest, plucked the fruit, Then left the blossom to decay. 'Yes! now neglected and despised, The rose is pale, the lily 's dead; But he that once their charms so prized, Is sure the cause those charms are fled. 'For know, when sickening grief doth prey And tender love's repaid with scorn, The sweetest beauty will decay : What floweret can endure the storm? 'At court, I'm told, is beauty's throne, "Mong rural beauties I was one; Among the fields wild-flowers are fair; Makes thee forget thy humble spouse. When some fair princess might be thine? To be content, than to be great. 'How far less blest am I than them, Daily to pine and waste with care! Like the poor plant, that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air. Rise up and mak a clean fireside, Gie little Kate her cotton gown, And mak their shoon as black as slaes, There are twa hens into the crib, Bring down to me my bigonet, My Turkey slippers I'll put on, Sae true his heart, sae smooth his tongue; His breath's like caller air; His very fit has music in 't As he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again? In the author's manuscript (which has 'button gown' where 'cotton gown' is usually given) another verse is added: If Colin's weel, and weel content, I hae nae mair to crave, And gin I live to mak him sae, The following was the addition made by Beattie : But what puts parting in my head? The present moment is our ain, The Spirit of the Cape.-From the 'Lusiad.' Now prosperous gales the bending canvas swelled; From these rude shores our fearless course we held: Beneath the glistening wave the god of day Had now five times withdrawn the parting ray, When o'er the prow a sudden darkness spread, And slowly floating o'er the mast's tall head A black cloud hovered; nor appeared from far The moon's pale glimpse, nor faintly twinkling star; So deep a gloom the lowering vapour cast, Transfixed with awe the bravest stood aghast. Meanwhile a hollow bursting roar resounds, As when hoarse surges lash their rocky mounds; Nor had the blackening wave, nor frowning heaven, Or through forbidden climes adventurous strayed, Were doomed to hide from man's unhallowed eye? His clouded front, by withering lightning scarred, With every bounding keel that dares my rage, James Beattie (1735-1803) was the son of a small farmer and shopkeeper at Laurencekirk in Kincardine. He lost his father in childhood, but was assisted in his education by a kindly elder brother; and in his fourteenth year he obtained a bursary or exhibition (implying some proficiency in Latin) at Marischal College, Aberdeen. Having graduated and been appointed schoolmaster of the parish of Fordoun (1753), he was placed amidst scenery which stirred his love of nature and poetry. The scenes sketched in his Minstrel were plainly those in which he had grown up, and the feelings and aspirations therein expressed were those of his own boyhood and youth. In 1758 he was elected a master of the grammar-school of Aberdeen, and in 1760 Professor of Moral Philosophy and Logic in Marischal College. In 1761 he published a collection of poems and translations contributed from time to time to the Scots Magazine, the piece called Retirement being most noticeable. In 1765 appeared The Judgment of Paris, and some ungenerous verses on the death of Churchill. His ardour for what he held to be the truth led him at times into intolerance, and he was too fond of courting the notice and approbation of the great. In 1770 the poet appeared as a metaphysician in his Essay on Truth, where orthodox principles were defended in no very philosophical temper, and in a style which suffered by comparison with that of his illustrious opponent, David Hume. Next year the first part of The Minstrel was published, and was received with universal approbation. Honours flowed in on the fortunate author. He visited London, and was admitted to all its brilliant and distinguished circles; Goldsmith, Johnson, Garrick, and Reynolds were numbered among his friends. On a second visit in 1773 he had an interview with the king and queen, which resulted in a pension of £200 per annum. Oxford made him LL.D., and Reynolds painted his portrait in an allegorical picture, in which he was seen by the side of the angel of Truth, thrusting down Prejudice, Scepticism, and Folly (two of them meant for Hume and Voltaire). He was even promised preferment in the Church of England. The second part of the Minstrel was published in 1774; the projected third part never appeared. Domestic sorrows marred Beattie's otherwise happy lot. His wife became insane, and had to be confined in an asylum; and he lost both of his accomplished sons. his last years he was overcome by despondency, and sank into mental and physical decay. In To a new edition of the Essay on Truth in 1776, Beattie added essays on poetry and music, on laughter, and on the utility of classical learning ; and in 1783 he published a series of moral and critical Dissertations, of which Cowper said that Beattie was the only author whose philosophical works were 'diversified and embellished by a poetical imagination that makes even the driest subject and the leanest a feast for epicures.' The |