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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,
Delay'd not to bestow.
On thy distorted root, with hearers none,
One man alone, the father of us all,
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.
THE CAST-AWAY. OBSCUREST night involv'd the sky;
Th' Atlantic billows roar'd,
Wash'd headlong from on board,
Than he, with whom he went,
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,
A more enduring date.
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, 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
While from his bending shoulder, decent hung
His harp, the sole companion of his way,
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,
With thee let Pageantry and Power abide :
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,
Rise, sons of harmony, and hail the morn,
of his verse, and in the harmony, simplicity, and Or seek at noon the woodland scene remote,
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.
Nor blame the partial Fates, if they refuse
Know thine own worth, and reverence the lyre.
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,
And impotent desire, and disappointed pride?
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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that there plage po lust and rupe
Nor blame the partial at they refe
Know thine own wo u reverence the
Wilt thou debase the which God relia
to Heaven A w a n tell how hard it is to climb
To fancy, freedom to resign'd; The skep whers Faine's proud temple shines ofar; Ambition's groveretom for ever left be
so can tell how many a soul sublime Lias fall the influence of malignant star,
Canst thou for the pure ethereal soul And wagged with Foriunean eternal war:
in each line net
t ely keen Check by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frowth, On the dull couch or Luxury to soll And Poverty's unconquemble bar,
Stong with a stupefied with per In life's low vale remote hes pined alone,
Fain to implore d or Flattery's se Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown! Even from the dy lothesome heart to
one of joy serene, And yet the languor of inglorious daye,
Where font la malvolenee, a bide Nos equally approssive is to all;
And impotent com a diappointed price Ilu, who neler listend to the voice of prine, The silence of neglect can ne'er appal.
O how canst thou renounce the boundle There are, who, doof to mnd Ambition's cal! or charme which Nature to her votary Would shruko her tholatreperons trum of The arhiing worland, the resoundin
The pomp of groves, and garniture of the Supreruely blest, it in their portion fall
All that the genial ray of morning gida Health, competence, and pence. 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 boom
And all the dresd magnificence of Hence,
O how canst thou renounce, and hope to
These charms shall work thy soul's eter