When mid Iona's wrecks, meanwhile, O'er sculptured graves I trod; Where time had strewn each mouldering aisle I hail'd the eternal God. Yet, Staffa, more I felt his presence in thy cave, Than where Iona's cross rose o'er the western wave. After his return to London, Mr. Sotheby prosecuted his work with unabating diligence: on the 4th of September, 1830, he completed the translation of the Iliad, and the same month commenced the version of the Odyssey, at the conclusion of which he has marked, "Finished, July, 1832." There is, perhaps, no instance in literary history of so immense a poetical undertaking as the translation of two great poems, containing in the original near thirty thousand lines, achieved by one who had passed his seventieth year, with so much vigour and elegance as to bear away the palm, in many instances of comparison, from the great names of Pope and Cowper. It is remarkable, that in this translation, though there are defects, they are such as may be found in his earlier productions; and it is very questionable whether he would have executed it better in the prime of his days. This perfect retention of those faculties which usually suffer most from advancing years must chiefly be ascribed to the goodness of his constitution, and the temperance and regularity of his habits, as well as to the continual exercise of his mind in composition; by means of which he preserved a facility of writing verse that is rarely regained after a long intermission. Early in 1831 the first edition of the translation of the Iliad was published; and during the following year he completed that of the Odyssey, and corrected his version of the Iliad, preparatory to a second edition. He lived to see this most favourite employment finished and ready for publication, embellished with engravings from the classical and elegant designs of Flaxman, for which he had been fortunately able to purchase the original plates. In the month of June, 1833, Mr. Sotheby attended the meeting of the British Association for the Advancement of Science, held at Cambridge. The pleasure he derived from witnessing this memorable assemblage of distinguished men, united in the ardent prosecution of truth, through all the physical sciences, made so deep an impression on his mind, that he composed the annexed poem. As his latest production, it has been thought due to his memory that it should not remain unknown, less from any exaggerated opinion of its merits, than because it portrays, in the most vivid manner, the warmth of his admiration for excellence, his zeal for the literary glory of his country, and the unwearied activity of his mind. It is just to observe, that Mr. Sotheby possessed but a very general acquaintance with the elements of science, and that it was neither his aim to describe the discoveries of modern philosophers, nor to apportion with exact precision the praise which is their respective due. It must also be added, that he never gave those corrections to this poem which, had his life been longer spared, he would unquestionably have thought necessary. The autumn of this year was passed in a tour through North Wales, during which those who had the happiness of meeting him regarded with delight a mind still full of animation and of feeling, and still keenly alive to those beauties of nature which had called forth some of his earliest poetical descriptions. But the life of this valuable man was now drawing to a close. At the end of November, while paying a visit to one of his oldest remaining friends, the Archbishop of Canterbury, at Addington, he felt the symptoms of his last fatal illness, and came to London for advice. Feeling himself better, he returned to Fair-mead Lodge, and resumed his usual literary occupations, though evidently weakened in his bodily powers. But in the beginning of December an alarming change took place, and on the 17th Mr. Sotheby removed to London for constant medical attendance. He remained in the full possession of his faculties, and conversed with his family, and his highly esteemed and valued friend, Mr. Hallam, to within the last twenty-four hours of his existence. He bore his bodily sufferings with the utmost patience and resignation, speaking words of kindness to all around him, and died on the 30th of December, 1833, in the 77th year of his age. The termination of such a life, however protracted to an advanced age, seemed almost premature to those who knew his unimpaired faculties, in mental occupation and social intercourse, and his exemption from the diseases which often both render old age a period of uneasiness, and prognosticate the close of mortal existence. It is therefore difficult to repress the thought that he might still have been spared for many years to his family and friends, but for what appeared a casual attack of illness. Yet, perhaps, this would be a blameable feeling, when his end is looked upon with the firm hopes that religious considerations inspire. He is to be regarded as one who, having completed a long career of virtue, has, in the ripeness of age, been taken to his reward. The moral beauty of Mr. Sotheby's life was even more conspicuous in the sight of those among whom he lived, than were those poetical abilities which have made his name known among strangers, and will carry it down to posterity. He early set before his eyes a standard of right, from which he did not deviate. It was founded on the surest base, his thorough conviction of the truth of Christianity, and his daily study of the Holy Scriptures. It would be easy to expatiate, not only on his charity towards the poor of his immediate neighbourhood, but on his generosity towards many in a different situation of life, who ever found in him a most warm and liberal benefactor. But it would not be right to disclose what he was ever anxious to conceal. Such are a few of the principal points of character in this truly estimable and regretted man; to the truth of which a large acquaintance and many friends will bear their ready testimony. 70 No. IV. SIR WILLIAM FRANKLIN, M.D. K.C.H. F.R.S. FELLOW OF THE ROYAL COLLEGE OF PHYSICIANS, EDINBURGH; HONORARY FELLOW OF THE ROYAL COLLEGE OF SURgeons, EDINBURGH; AND PRINCIPAL INSPECTOR GENERAL OF THE ARMY MEDICAL DEPARTMENT. THE family of Sir William Franklin is traced originally from the county of York, but his more immediate ancestors were natives of London. His father, Robert Franklin, Esq. was a man of great respectability and considerable attainments; he held for many years the responsible situation of Deputy Comptroller of the Customs, and resided in the parish of St. Andrew's, Holborn. In the year 1763, either in the parish of St. Andrew's, or at Stoke Newington, where Mr. Franklin also occasionally resided, the subject of our present memoir was born. His father shortly afterwards removing to Peckham, at that time a rural village in the neighbourhood of London, young Franklin was there educated, for the first years of his life, under the care and tuition of his mother. Subsequently he underwent the ordinary routine of a school in the vicinity of Peckham, and at the age of sixteen was placed under his father as a clerk in the Custom House. In those days, as well, too frequently, as in the present, the talents and peculiar disposition of a boy were far less considered in the choice of a profession, than the accidental circumstances and convenience of his parents. This was precisely the case with young Franklin. For two long years, according to his father's dictation, but sorely against his own will, he remained at the desk of the Custom House; but at last, by the constant aversion which he displayed to the sedentary labours of, the desk, and by his repeated solicitations for some more active and enterprising line of life, he obtained permission of his father to embrace the study of medicine. For this study he had continually manifested a decided predilection; still, however, great difficulties were in his way. His father, though he acquiesced in the change, yet was so averse to furnish any assistance in the furtherance of his son's views, that he refused to provide any pecuniary means towards his medical education. Thus thrown back upon his own resources at the early age of eighteen, he was in a situation where most young men would have at once abandoned all hope of success. Not so, however, with our young friend. He went upon the great principle laid down by the poet," Hâc non successimus, aliâ aggrediemur irâ." Driven from the father, he appealed to a maternal uncle of the name of Madox, who, at that period, was a general practitioner of considerable repute at Rotherhithe. Mr. Madox immediately received him under his charge, furnished him with all necessary means of working his way, and bound him as apprentice to Mr. Robert Mackclellan, apothecary to the Foundling Hospital. Thus he commenced the study of that profession upon which he had so long set his heart. At the end of two years from this period Mr. Franklin repaired to Edinburgh, the most celebrated school of medicine in Europe. Here he had the advantage of being under the instruction of the most able medical professors of the day - attending the lectures of Dr. Gregory, Dr. Monro, Professors Black and Cullen. At that time Edinburgh was the resort of students from every quarter of the globe. A considerable number of foreigners, particularly of, Americans, were attending the lectures of the University. Nor was this popularity at all unaccountable. In addition to the medical names just mentioned, Robertson, Adam Smith, and Blair were in the zenith of their reputation. The deep learning and philosophy which were displayed in the writings of these men could not but attract the notice of the world, and at the same time lay the foundation of useful and extensive |