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They left their outcast mate behind, And scudded still before the wind.

Some succor yet they could afford;

And, such as storms allow,
The cask, the coop, the floated cord,

Delay'd not to bestow.
But he, they knew, nor ship nor shore,
Whate'er they gave, should visit more.

On thy distorted root, with hearers none,
Or prompter, save the scene, I will perform,
Myself the oracle, and will discourse
In my own ear such matter as I may.

One man alone, the father of us all,
Drew not his life from woman; never gaz'd,
With mute unconsciousness of what he saw,
On all around him; learn'd not by degrees,
Nor ow'd articulation to his ear;
But, moulded by his Maker into man
At once, upstood intelligent, survey'd
All creatures, with precision understood
Their purport, uses, properties, assign'd
To each his name significant, and, filled
With love and wisdom, render'd back to Heaven
In praise harmonious the first air be drew.
He was excus'd the penalties of dull
Minority. No tutor charg'd his hand
With the thought-tracing quill, or task'd his mind
With problems. History, not wanted yet,
Lean'd on her elbow, watching Time, whose course,
Eventful, should supply her with a theme.

Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he

Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea,

Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh.

He long survives, who lives an hour

In ocean, self-upheld: And so long he, with unspent pow's,

His destiny repellid: And ever as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried_* Adieu !"

At length, his transient respite past,

His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in ev'ry blast,

Could catch the sound no more. For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stilling wave, and then he sank.

Nó poet wept him; but the page

of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age.

Is wet with Anson's tear.
And tears by bards or heroes shed
Alike immortalize the dead.

THE CAST-AWAY. OBSCUREST night involv'd the sky;

Th' Atlantic billows roar'd,
When such a destin'd wretch as I,

Wash'd headlong from on board,
Of friends, of hope, of all bereft,
His floating home for ever left.
No braver chief could Albion boast,

Than he, with whom he went,
Nor ever ship left Albion's coast,

With warmer wishes sent. He lov'd them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine,

Expert to swim, he lay: Nor soon he felt his strength decline,

Or courage die away; But wag'd with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life. He shouted; nor his friends had fail'd

To check the vessel's course, But so the furious blast prevail'd,

That, pitiless, perforce,

I therefore purpose not, or dream,

Descanting on his fate,
To give the melancholy theme

A more enduring date.
But misery still delights to trace
Its semblance in another's case.

No voice divine the storm allay'd,

No light propitious shone ; When, snatch'd from all effectual aid,

We perish'd, each alone: But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he.

JAMES BEATTIE.

JAMES BEATTIE, an admired poet and a moralist, I priety applied to such a person as he represents, and was born about 1735, in the county of Kincardine, the “Gothic days" in which he is placed are not hisin Scotland. His father was a small farmer, who, torically to be recognized, yet there is great beauty, though living in indigence, had imbibed so much of both moral and descriptive, in the delineation, and the spirit of his country, that he procured for his son perhaps no writer has managed the Spenserian stanza a literary education, first at a parochial school, and with more dexterity and harmony. The second part then at the college of New Aberdeen, in which he of this poem, which contains the maturer part of the entered as a bursar or exhibitioner. In the intervals education of the young bard, did not appear till 1774, of the sessions, James is supposed to have added to and then left the work a fragment. But whatever his scanty pittance by teaching at a country-school. may be the defects of the Minstrel, it possesses beau. Returning to Aberdeen, he obtained the situation of ties which will secure it a place among the approved assistant to the master of the principal grammar- productions of the British muse. school, whose daughter he married. From youth he Beattie visited London for the first time in 1771, had cultivated a talent for poetry; and in 1760 he where he was received with much cordiality by the ventured to submit the fruit of his studies in this admirers of his writings, who found equal cause to walk to the public, by a volume of Original Poems love and esteem the author. Not long afterwards. and Translations." They were followed, in 1765, by the degree of LL. D. was conferred on him by his “The Judgment of Paris ;" and these performances, college at Aberdeen. In 1777 a new edition, by subwhich displayed a familiarity with poetic diction, and scription, was published of his “ Essay on Truth,” harmony of versification, seem to have made him to which were added three Essays on subjects of favorably known in his neighborhood.

polite literature. In 1783 he published “ DisserThe interest of the Earl of Errol acquired for him tations Moral and Critical," consisting of detached the post of professor of moral philosophy and logic essays, which had formed part of a course of lecin the Marischal College of Aberdeen; in which tures delivered by the author as professor. His last capacity he published a work, entitled “ An Essay on work was “Evidences of the Christian Religion, the Nature and Immutability of Truth, in opposition briefly and plainly stated," 2 vols. 1786. His time to Sophistry and Scepticism," 1770. Being written was now much occupied with the duties of his in a popular manner, it was much read, and gained station, and particularly with the education of his the author many admirers, especially among the most eldest son, a youth of uncommon promise. His distinguished members of the Church of England; death, of a decline, was a very severe trial of the and, at the suggestion of Lord Mansfield, he was father's fortitude and resignation; and it was folrewarded with a pension of 2001. from the King's lowed some years after by that of his younger son. privy-purse.

These afflictions, with other domestic misfortunes, In 1771 his fame was largely extended by the entirely broke his spirits, and brought him to his first part of his " Minstrel," a piece the subject of grave at Aberdeen, in August, 1803, in the 68th which is the imagined birth and education of a poet. year of his age. Although the word Minstrel is not with much pro

PREFACE.

While from his bending shoulder, decent hung

His harp, the sole companion of his way,
THE MINSTREL;

Which to the whistling wind responsive rung.

And ever as he went some merry lay he sung. OR,

Fret not thyself, thou glittering child of pride,
THE PROGRESS OF GENIUS. That a poor villager inspires my strain;

With thee let Pageantry and Power abide :
The gentle Muses haunt the sylvan reign ;

Where through wild groves at eve the lonely swain The design was, to trace the progress of a poetical Enraptur'd roams, to gaze on Nature's charms.

genius, born in a rude age, froin the first dawning They hate the sensual, and scorn the vain,
of fancy and reason, till that period at which he The parasite their influence never warms,
may be supposed capable of appearing in the Nor him whose sordid soul the love of gold alarms
world as a Minstrel, that is, as an itinerant poel
and musician ;-a character which, according to Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn,
the notions of our forefathers, was not only re- Yet horror screams from his discordant throat
spectable but sacred.

Rise, sons of harmony, and hail the morn,
I have endeavored to imitate Spenser in the measure While warbling larks on russet pinions float:

of his verse, and in the harmony, simplicity, and Or seek at noon the woodland scene remote,
variety of his composition. Antique expressions 1 Where the grey linnets carol from the hill.
have avoided; admitting. however, some old words. O let them ne'er, with artificial note,
where they seemed to suit the subject : but I hope To please a tyrant, strain the little bill,
none will be found that are now obsolete, or in But sing what Heaven inspires, and wander whero
any degree not intelligible to a reader of English

they will. poetry. To those who may be disposed to ask, what could Liberal, not lavish, is kind Nature's hand;

induce me to write in so difficult a measure, I can Nor was perfection made for man below.
only answer, that it pleases my ear, and seems. Yet all her schemes with nicest art are plannid,
from its Gothic structure and original, to bear Good counteracting ill, and gladness woe.
some relation to the subject and spirit of the poem. With gold and gems if Chilian mountains glow;
It admits both simplicity and magnificence of sound if bleak and barren Scotia's hills arise;
and of language, beyond any other stanza that I'There plague and poison, lust and rapine grow;
am acquainted with. It allows the sententiousness Here peaceful are the vales, and pure the skies,
of the couplet, as well as the more complex modu- And freedom fires ihe soul, and sparkles in the eyes
lation of blank verse. What some critics have re-
marked, of its uniformity growing at last tiresome Then grieve not, thou, to whom th' indulgent Muse
to the ear, will be found to hold true, only when Vouchsafes a portion of celestial fire :
the poetry is faulty in other respects.

Nor blame the partial Fates, if they refuse
Th' imperial banquet, and the rich attire.

Know thine own worth, and reverence the lyre.
Book I.

Wilt thou debase the heart which God refind?

No; let thy heaven-taught soul to Heaven aspire, Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb

To fancy, freedom, harmony, resign'd; The steep where Fame's proud temple shines asar; Ambition's grovelling crew for ever left behind. Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star,

Canst thou forego the pure ethereal soul And waged with Fortune an eternal war;

In each fine sense so exquisitely keen, Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, On the dull couch of Luxury to loll, And Poverty's unconquerable bar,

Stung with disease, and stupefied with spleen, In life's low vale remote has pined alone,

Fain to implore the aid of Flattery's screen, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown! Even from thyself thy lothesome heart to hide,

(The mansion then no more of joy serene,) And yet the languor of inglorious days,

Where fear, distrust, malevolence, abide,
Not equally oppressive is to all;

And impotent desire, and disappointed pride?
Him, who ne'er listen’d to the voice of praise,
The silence of neglect can ne'er appal.

O how canst thou renounce the boundless store There are, who, deaf to mad Ambition's call, Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! Would shrink to hear th' obstreperous trump of The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, Fame ;

The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; Supremely blest, if to their portion fall

All that the genial ray of morning gilds, Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim And all that echoes to the song of even, Had he, whose simple tale these artless lines pro- All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, claim.

And all the dread magnificence of Heaven.

O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven The rolls of fame I will not now explore ; Nor need I here describe in learned lay,

These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, How forth the Minstrel far'd in days of yore, And love, and gentleness, and joy, impart. Right glad of heart, though homely in array; But these thou must renounce, if lust of wealth His waving locks and beard a!l hoary grey: E'er win its way to thy corrupted heart :

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