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a monody on the death of Frederick, Prince of Wales.racters of his naval officers are finely discriminated The choice of such a subject by a young friendless Albert, the commander, is brave, liberal, and just Scottish sailor, was as singular as the depth of grief softened and refined by domestic ties and superior he describes in his poem; for Falconer, on this occa- information ; Rodmond, the next in rank, is coarse sion, wished, with a zeal worthy of ancient Pistol, and boisterous, a hardy weather-beaten son of To assist the pouring rains with brimful eyes,
Northumberland, yet of a kind compassionate naAnd aid hoarse howling Boreas with his sighs !
ture, as is evinced by one striking incident:In 1757 he was promoted to the quarter-deck of the And now, while winged with ruin from on high, Ramilies, and being now in a superior situation for Through the rent cloud the ragged lightnings fly, cultivating his taste for learning, he was an assi- A flash quick glancing on the nerves of light, duous student. Three years afterwards, Falconer Struck the pale helmsman with eternal night : suffered a second shipwreck; the Ramilies struck Rodmond, who heard a piteous groan behind, on the shore in the Channel while making for Ply- Touched with compassion, gazed upon the blind; mouth, and of 734 of a crew, the poet and 25 others And while around his sad companions crowd, only escaped. In 1762 appeared his poem of The Ile guides the unhappy victim to a shroud. Shipwreck (which he afterwards greatly enlarged
* Hie thee aloft, my gallant friend,' he cries, and improved), preceded by a dedication to the Thy only succour on the mast relies.' Duke of York. The work was eminently successful, Palemon, charged with the commerce,' is perhaps and his royal highness procured him the appoint-too effeminate for the rough sea : he is the lover of ment of midshipman on board the Royal George, the poem, and his passion for Albert's daughter is whence he was subsequently transferred to the drawn with truth and delicacyGlory, a frigate of 32 guns, on board which he held the situation of purser. After the peace, he 'Twas genuine passion, Nature's eldest born. resided in London, wrote a poor satire on Wilkes, Churchill, &c., and compiled a useful marine dic. | The truth of the whole poem is indeed one of its tionary. In September 1769, the poet again took greatest attractions. We feel that it is a passage of to the sea, and sailed from England as purser of real life ; and even where the poet seems to violate the Aurora frigate, bound for India. The vessel
the canons of taste and criticism, allowance is libereached the Cape of Good Hope in December, but rally made for the peculiar situation of the author, afterwards perished at sea, having foundered, 'as is while he rivets our attention to the scenes of trial supposed, in the Mosambique Channel. No 'tune and distress which he so fortunately survived to ful Arion' was left to commemorate this calamity,
describe. the poet having died under the circumstances he had formerly described in the case of his youthful
[Prom the Shiporeck.] associates of the Britannia.
* The Shipwreck' has the rare merit of being The sun's bright orb, declining all serene, & pleasing and interesting poem, and a safe guide Now glanced obliquely o’er the woodland scene. to practical seamen. Its nautical rules and direc- Creation smiles around; on every spray tions are approved of by all experienced naval The warbling birds exalt their evening lay. officers. At first, the poet does not seem to have Blithe skipping o'er yon hill, the fleecy train done more than describe in nautical phrase and Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain ; simple narrative the melancholy disaster he had The golden lime and orange there were seen, witnessed. The characters of Albert, Rodmond, on fragrant branches of perpetual green. Palemon, and Anna, were added in the second edi- The crystal streams, that velvet meadows lave, tion of the work. By choosing the shipwreck of To the green ocean roll with chiding wave. the Britannia, Falconer imparted a train of inte. The glassy, ocean hushed forgets to roar, resting recollections and images to his poem. The
But trembling murmurs on the sandy shore: wreck occurred off Cape Colonna-one of the fairest And lo! bis surface, lovely to behold! portions of the beautiful shores of Greece. In all / Glows in the west, a sea of living gold ! Attica,' says Lord Byron, if we except Athens While, all above, a thousand liveries gay itself and Marathon, there is no scene more inte: Arabian sweets perfume the happy plains :
The skies with pomp ineffable array. resting than Cape Colonna. To the antiquary and artist, sixteen columns are an inexhaustible source
Above, bencath, around enchantment reigns! of observation and design: to the philosopher, the With long vibration deepen o'er the vale ;
While yet the shades, on time's eternal scale, supposed scene of some of Plato's conversations will While yet the songsters of the vocal grove not be unwelcome; and the traveller will be struck With dying numbers tune the soul to love, with the beauty of the prospect over isles that With joyful eyes the attentive master sees crown the Ægean deer;" but for an Englishman, The auspicious omens of an eastern breeze. Colonna has yet an additional interest, as the actual Now radiant Vesper leads the starry train, spot of Falconer's Shipwreck. Pallas and Plato are And night slow draws her veil o'er land and main ; forgotten in the recollection of Falconer and Camp Round the charged bowl the sailors form a ring ; bell
By turns recount the wondrous tale, or sing; Here in the dead of night by Lonna's steep, As love or battle, hardships of the main,
The seaman's cry was heard along the deep.'* Or genial wine, awake their homely strain: Falconer was not insensible to the charms of these Then some the watch of night alternate keep, historical and classic associations, and he was still | The rest lie buried in oblivious sleep. more alive to the impressions of romantic scenery
Deep midnight now involves the livid skies,
This in the troubled sky full oft prevails ;
While young Arion sleeps, before his sight
Their sage experience thus explores the height, Tumultuous swim the visions of the night.
And polar distance of the source of light; Now blooming Anna, with her happy swain,
Then through the chiliad's triple maze they trace Approached the sacred hymeneal fane:
The analogy that proves the magnet's place. Anon tremendous lightnings flash between ;
The wayward steel, to truth thus reconcilea, And funeral pomp, and weeping loves are seen! No more the attentive pilot's eye beguiled. Now with Palemon up a rocky steep,
The natives, while the ship departs the land, Whose summit trembles o'er the roaring deep, Ashore with admiration gazing stand. With painful step he climbed; while far above, Majestically slow, before the breeze, Sweet Anna charmed them with the voice of love, In silent pomp she marches on the seas. Then sudden from the slippery height they fell, Her milk-white bottom cast a softer gleam, While dreadful yawned beneath the jaws of hell. While trembling through the green translucent stream. Amid this fearful trance, a thundering sound The wales, that close above in contrast shone, He hears-and thrice the hollow decks rebound. Clasp the long fabric with a jetty zone. Upstarting from his couch, on deck he sprung; Britannia, riding awful on the prow, Thrice with shrill note the boatswain's whistle rung; Gazed o'er the vassal-wave that rolled below:
All hands unmoor!' proclaims a boistrous cry: Where'er she moved, the vassal-waves were seen I'Al hands unmoor!' the cavern rocks reply. To yield obsequious, and confess their queen. Roused from repose, aloft the sailors swarm,
High o'er the poor, the flattering winds unfurled And with their levers soon the windlass arm.
The imperial flag that rules the watery world. The order given, upspringing with a bound
Deep-blushing armors all the tops invest; They lodge their bars, and wheel their engine round: And warlike trophies either quarter drest: At every tum the clanging pauls resound.
Then towered the masts ; the canvass swelled on high s Uptorn reluctant from its oozy cave,
And waving streamers floated in the sky. The pondrous anchor rises o'er the wave.
Thus the rich vessel moves in trim array, Along their slippery masts the yards ascend,
Like some fair virgin on her bridal day. And high in air the canvass wings extend :
Thus like a swan she cleaves the watery plain, Redoubling cords the lofty canvass guide,
The pride and wonder of the Ægean main! And through inextricable mazes glide.
[The ship, having been driven out of her course from Candia, The lunar rays with long reflection gleam,
is overtaken by a storm.) To light the vessel o'er the silver stream: Along the glassy plain serene she glides,
As yet amid this elemental war, While azure radiance trembles on her sides.
That scatters desolation from afar, From east to north the transient breezes play;
Nor toil, nor hazard, nor distress appear And in the Egyptian quarter soon decay.
To sink the seamen with unmanly fear. A calm ensues ; they dread the adjacent shore;
Though their firm hearts no pageant honour boast, The boats with rowers armed are sent before;
They scorn the wretch that trembles in his post; With cordage fastened to the lofty prow,
Who from the face of danger strives to turn, Aloof to sea the stately ship they tow.
Indignant from the social hour they spurn. The nervous crew their sweeping oars extend;
Though now full oft they felt the raging tide, And pealing shouts the shore of Candia rend.
In proud rebellion climb the vessel's side, Success attends their skill; the danger's o'er;
No future ills unknown their souls appal; '? The port is doubled, and beheld no more.
They know no danger, or they scorn it all! Now morn, her lamp pale glimmering on the sight, But even the generous spirits of the brave, Scattered before her van reluctant night.
Subdued by toil, a friendly respite crave; į She comes not in refulgent pomp arrayed,
A short repose alone their thoughts implore, But sternly frowning, wrapt in sullen shade.
Their harassed powers by slumber to restore. Above incumbent vapours, Ida's height,
Far other cares the master's mind employ; Tremendous rock! emerges on the sight.
Approaching perils all his hopes destroy. North-east the guardian isle of Standia lies,
In vain he spreads the graduated chart, And westward Freschin's woody capes arise.
And bounds the distance by the rules of art; With winning postures, now the wanton sails
In vain athwart the mimic seas expands Spread all their snares to charm the inconstant gales. The compasses to circumjacent lands. The swelling stu'n-sailsł now their wings extend,
Ungrateful task! for no asylum traced, Then stay-sails sidelong to the breeze ascend:
A passage opened from the watery waste. While all to court the wandering breeze are placed ;
Fate seemed to guard with adamantine mound, With yards now thwarting, now obliquely braced.
The path to every friendly port around. The dim horizon lowering vapours shroud,
While Albert thus, with secret doubts dismayed, And blot the sun, yet struggling in the cloud;
The geometric distances surveyed ; Through the wide atmosphere, condensed with haze,
On deck the watchful Rodmond cries aloud, His glaring orb emits a sanguine blaze.
Secure your lives—grasp every man a shroud! The pilots now their rules of art apply,
Roused from his trance he mounts with eyes aghast, The mystic needle's devious aim to try.
When o'er the ship in undulation vast, The compass placed to catch the rising ray, A giant surge down-rushes from on high, The quadrant's shadows studious they survey!
And fore and aft dissevered ruins lie.
* the torn vessel felt the enormous stroke ; Along the arch the gradual index slides, While Phoebus down the vertic circle glides.
The boats beneath the thundering deluge broke; Now, seen on ocean's utmost verge to swim,
Forth started from their planks the bursting rings, He sweeps it vibrant with his nether limb.
The extended cordage all asunder springs.
The pilot's fair machinery strews the deck, 1 Studding-sails are long narrow sails, which are only used And cards and needles swim in floating wreck. in fine weather and fair winds, on the outside of the larger square-stils. Stay-sails are three-cornered sails, which are 1 The wales here alluded to are an assemblage of strong hoisted up on the stays, when the wind crosses the ship's planks which envelope the lower part of the ship's side, where. course either directly or obliquely.
in they are broader and thicker than the rost, and appear • The operation of taking the sun's azimuth, in order to dis- somewhat like a range of hoops, which separates the bottom cover the eastern or western variation of the magnetical needle. from the upper works.
The balanced mizen, rending to the head,
Watching the roll, their forelocks they withdrew, In strearning ruins from the margin fled.
And from their beds the reeling cannon threw; The sides convulsive shook on groaning beams, Then, from the windward battlements unbound, And, rent with labour, yawned the pitchy seams. Rodmond's associates wheel the artillery round; They sound the well, and terrible to hear!
Pointed with iron fangs, their bars beguile Five feet immersed along the line appear.
The ponderous arms across the steep defile; At either pump they ply the clanking brake,
Then hurled from sounding hinges o'er the side, And turn by turn the ungrateful office take.
Thundering, they plunge into the flashing tide. Rodmond, Arion, and Palemon, here, At this sad task all diligent appear.
[The tempest increases, but the dismantled ship passes the As some fair castle, shook by rude alarms,
island of St George.] Opposes long the approach of hostile arms; Grim war around her plants his black array,
But now Athenian mountains they descry, And deal, and sorrow mark his horrid way;
And o'er the surge Colonna frowns on high. Till in soine destined hour, against her wall,
Beside the cape's projecting verge is placed In tenfold rage the fatal thunders fall;
A range of columns long by time defaced; The ramparts crack, the solid bulwarks rend,
First planted by devotion to sustain, And hostile troops the shattered breach ascend; In elder times, Tritonia's sacred fane. Her valiant inmates still the foe retard,
Foams the wild beach below with maddening rage, Resolved till death their sacred charge to guard : Where waves and rocks a dreadful combat wage. So the brave mariners their pumps attend,
The sickly heaven, fermenting with its freight, And help incessant by rotation lend ;
Still vomits o'er the main the feverish weight : But all in vain-for now the sounding cord,
And now while winged with ruin from on high, Updrawn, an undiminished depth explored.
Through the rent cloud the ragged lightnings fly, Nor this severe distress is found alone;
A flash quick glancing on the nerves of light, The ribs oppressed by ponderous cannon groan. Struck the pale helmsman with eternal night: Deep rolling from the watery volume's height, Rodmond, who heard a piteous groan behind, The tortured sides seem bursting with their weight. Touched with compassion, gazed upon the blind; So reels Pelorus, with convulsive throes,
And while around his sad companions crowd, When in his veins the burning earthquake glows; He guides the unhappy victim to the shroud, Hoarse through his entrails roars the infernal flame; Hie thee aloft, my gallant friend, he cries; And central thunders rend his groaning frame; Thy only succour on the mast relies ! Accumulated mischiefs thus arise,
The helm, bereft of half its vital force, And fate vindictive all their skill defies ;
Now scarce subdued the wild unbridled course ; One only remedy the season gave
Quick to the abandoned wheel Arion came, To plunge the nerves of battle in the wave.
The ship's tempestuous sallies to reclaim. From their high platforms thus the artillery thrown, Amazed he saw her, o'er the sounding foam Eased of their load, the timbers less shall groan; Upborne, to right and left distracted roam. But arduous is the task their lot requires ;
So gazed young Phaeton, with pale dismay, A task that hovering fate alone inspires !
When, mounted on the flaming car of day, For, while intent the yawning decks to ease,
With rash and impious hand the stripling tried That ever and anon are drenched with seas,
The immortal coursers of the sun to guide. Some fatal billow, with recoiling sweep,
The vessel, while the dread event draws nigh, May whirl the helpless wretches in the deep.
Seems more impatient o'er the waves to fly : No season this for counsel or delay!
Fate spurs her on. Thus, issuing from afar, Too soon the eventful moments haste away;
Advances to the sun some blazing star; Here perseverance, with each help of art,
And, as it feels the attraction's kindling force, Must join the boldest efforts of the heart.
Springs onward with accelerated force. These only now their misery can relieve;
With mournful look the seamen eyed the strand, These only now a dawn of safety give ;
Where death's inexorable jaws expand ; While o'er the quivering deck, from van to rear, Swift from their minds elapsed all dangers past, Broad surges roll in terrible career;
As, dumb with terror, they beheld the last. Rodmond, Arion, and a chosen crew,
Now on the trembling shrouds, before, behind, This office in the face of death pursue.
In mute suspense they mount into the wind. The wheeled artillery o'er the deck to guide,
The genius of the deep, on rapid wing, Rodmond descending claimed the weather-side. The black eventful moment seemed to bring. Fearless of heart, the chief his orders gave,
The fatal sisters, on the surge before, Fronting the rude assaults of every wave.
Yoked their infernal horses to the prore. Like some strong watch-tower nodding o'er the The steersmen now received their last command deep,
To wheel the vessel sidelong to the strand. Whose rocky base the foaming waters sweep,
Twelve sailors, on the foremast who depend, Untamed he stood ; the stern aerial war
High on the platform of the top ascend : Had marked his honest face with many a scar.
Fatal retreat! for while the plunging prow Meanwhile Arion, traversing the waist,3
Immerges headlong in the wave below, The cordage of the leeward guns un braced,
Down-pressed by watery weight the bowsprit bends, And pointed crows beneath the metal placed. And from above the stem deep crashing rends.
Beneath her beak the floating ruins lie; 1 The well is an apartment in the ship's hold, serving to in
The foremast totters, unsustained on high ; close the pumps. It is sounded by dropping a graduated iron
And now the ship, fore-lifted by the sea, rod down into it by a long line. Hence the increase or diminu.
Hurls the tall fabric backward o'er her lee : tion of the leaks are easily discovered.
2 The brake is the lever or handle of the pump, by which it while, in the general wreck, the faithful stay is wrought.
Drage the maintop-mast from its post away. 3 The waist of a ship of this kind is a hollow space of about Flung from the mast, the seanen strive in vain five feet in depth, contained between the elevations of the Through hostile floods their vessel to regain. quarter deck and forecastle, and having the upper deck for its The waves they buffet, till, bereft of strength, base or platform.
O'erpowered, they yield to cruel fate at length.
The hostile waters close around their head,
Some, from the main yard-arm impetuous thrown They sink for ever, numbered with the dead!
On marble ridges, die without a groan; Those who remain their fearful doom await, Three with Paleinon on their skill depend, Nor longer mourn their lost companions' fate. And from the wreck on oars and rafts descend; The heart that bleeds with corrows all its own, Now on the mountain-wave on high they ride, Forgets the pangs of friendship to bemoan.
Then downward plunge beneath the involving tide; Albert and Rodmond and Palemon here,
Till one, who seems in agony to strive, With young Arion, on the mast appear;
The whirling breakers heave on shore alive: Even they, amid the unspeakable distress,
The rest a speedier end of anguish knew, In every look distracting thoughts confess;
And pressed the stony beach-a lifeless crew! In every vein the refluent blood congeals,
Next, О unhappy chief! the eternal doom And every bosom fatal terror feels.
Of heaven decreed thee to the bring tomb: Inclosed with all the demons of the main,
What scenes of misery torment thy view! They viewed the adjacent shore, but viewed in vain. What painful struggles of thy dying crew! Such torments in the drear abodes of hell,
Thy perished hopes all buried in the flood, Where sad despair lamients with rueful yell;
O'erspread with corses, red with human blood ! Such torments agonize the damned breast,
So pierced with anguish hoary Priam gazed,
When Troy's imperial domes in ruin blazed;
Thus with his helpless partners to the last,
For now strong nature's sympathetic chain
Tugs at his yearning heart with powerful strain ; In vain they'd teach us, at the latest breath,
His faithful wife, for ever doomed to mourn To sinile serene amid the pangs of death.
For him, alas! who never shall return; Even Zeno's self, and Epictetus old,
To black adversity's approach exposed, This fell abyss had shuddered to behold.
With want, and hardships unforeseen enclosed; Had Socrates, for godlike virtue famed,
His lovely daughter, left without a friend And wisest of the sons of men proclaimed,
Her innocence to succour and defend, Beheld this scene of frenzy and distress,
By youth and indigence set forth a prey His soul had trembled to its last recess!
To lawless guilt, that flatters to betrayO yet confirm my heart, ye powers above,
While these reflections rack his feeling mind, This last tremendous shock of fate to prove !
Rodmond, who hung beside, his grasp resigned, The tottering frame of reason yet sustain !
And, as the tumbling waters o'er hiin rolled, Nor let this total ruin whirl my brain!
His outstretched arms the master's legs infold : In vain the cords and axes were prepared,
Sad Albert feels their dissolution near, For now the audacious seas insult the yard;
And strives in vain his fettered limbs to clear, High o'er the ship they throw a horrid shade, For death bids every clinching joint adhere. | And o'er her burst, in terrible cascade.
All faint, to heaven he throws his dying eyes, Uplifted on the surge, to heaven she flies,
And ‘Oh protect my wife and child! he criesHer shattered top half buried in the skies,
The gushing streams roll back the unfinished sound ;
ROBERT LLOYD, the friend of Cowper and Chur. Again she plunges; hark! a second shock
chill, was born in London in 1733. His father was Tears her strong bottom on the marble rock!
under-master at Westminster school. He distinDown on the vale of death, with dismal cries,
guished himself by his talents at Cambridge, but The fated victims shuddering roll their eyes
was irregular in his habits. After completing his In wild despair; while yet another stroke,
education, he became an usher under his father. With deep convulsion, rends the solid oak:
The wearisome routine of this life soon disgusted Till, like the mine, in whose infernal cell
him, and he attempted to earn a subsistence by his The larking demons of destruction dwell,
literary talents. His poem called The Actor attracted At length asunder torn her frame divides,
some notice, and was the precursor of Churchill's And crashing spreads in ruin o'er the tides.
“Rosciad.' The style is light and easy, and the O were it mine with tuneful Maro's art,
observations generally correct and spirited. By To wake to sympathy the feeling heart;
contributing to periodical works as an essayist, a Like him the smooth and mournful verse to dress poet, and stage critic, Lloyd picked up a precarious In all the pomp of exquisite distress!
subsistence, but his means were thoughtlessly squanThen, too severely taught by cruel fate
dered in company with Churchill and other wits To share in all the perils I relate,
upon town.' He brought out two indifferent theaThen might I with unrivalled strains deplore trical pieces, published his poems by subscription, The impervious horrors of a leeward shore.
and edited the “St James's Magazine,' to which As o'er the surf the bending mainmast hung, Colman, Bonnel Thornton, and others, contributed. Still on the rigging thirty seamen clung;
The magazine failed, and Lloyd was cast into prison Some on a broken crag were struggling cast,
for debt. Churchill generously allowed him a guinea And there by oozy tangles grappled fast;
a-week, as well as a servant; and endeavoured to Awhile they bore the o'erwhelming billow's rage, raise a subscription for the purpose of extricating Unequal combat with their fate to wage ;
him from his embarrassments. Churchill died in Till all benumbed and feeble, they forego
November 1764. Lloyd,' says Mr Southey, 'had Their elippery hold, and sink to shades below; been apprised of his danger; but when the news of
his death was somewhat abruptly announced to him, For one, it hurts me to the soul, as he was sitting at dinner, he was seized with a To brook confinement or control; sudden sickness, and saying, “I shall follow poor Still to be pinioned down to teach Charles," took to his bed, from which he never rose The syntax and the parts of speech; again; dying, if ever man died, of a broken heart. Or, what perhaps is drudgery worse,
11 The tragedy did not end here: Churchill's favourite The links, and points, and rules of verse; sister, who is said to have possessed much of her To deal out authors by retail, brother's sense, and spirit, and genius, and to have Like penny pots of Oxford ale; been betrothed to Lloyd, attended him during his
Oh 'tis a service irksome more, illness; and, sinking under the double loss, soon Than tugging at the slavish oar! followed her brother and lier lover to the grave.' Yet such his task, a dismal truth, Lloyd, in conjunction with Colman, parodied the
Who watches o'er the bent of youth, Odes of Gray and Mason, and the humour of their And while a paltry stipend earning, burlesques is not tinctured with malignity. Indeed, He sows the richest seeds of learning, this unfortunate young poet seems to have been one
And tills their minds with proper care, of the gentlest of witty observers and lively sati- And sees them their due produce bear; rists; he was ruined by the friendship of Churchill
No joys, alas! his toil beguile, and the Nonsense Club, and not by the force of an
His own lies fallow all the while. evil nature. The vivacity of his style (which both
" Yet still he's on the road,' you say, Churchill and Cowper copied) may be seen from the
Of learning.' Why, perhaps he may, following short extract on
But turns like horses in a mill,
For little way his learning reaches,
Who reads no more than what he teaches.
A second Dryden was supposed to have arisen in And laps the mind in flowery dreams,
Churchill, when he published his satirical poem, With Fancy's transitory gleams;
The Rosciad, in 1761. The impression was conFond of the nothings she bestows,
tinued by his reply to the critical reviewers, shortly We wake at last to real woes.
afterwards; and his Epistle to Hogarth, The Prophecy Through every age, in every place,
of Famine, Night, and passages in his other poems Consider well the poet's case;
all thrown off in haste to serve the purpose of the By turns protected and caressed,
day-evinced great facility of versification, and a Defamed, dependent, and distressed.
breadth and boldness of personal invective that drev The joke of wits, the bane of slaves,
instant attention to their author. Though Cowper, The curse of fools, the butt of knaves;
from early predilections, had a high opinion of ChurToo proud to stoop for servile ends,
chill, and thought he was indeed a poet,' we cannot To lacquey rogues or flatter friends;
now consider the author of the ‘Rosciad' as more With prodigality to give, Too careless of the means to live;
than a special pleader or pamphleteer in verse. He The bubble fame intent to gain,
seldom reaches the heart-except in some few lines
of penitential fervour--and he never ascended to And yet too lazy to maintain; He quits the world he never prized,
the higher regions of imagination, then trod by Col
lins, Gray, and Akenside. With the beauties of Pitied by few, by more despised,
external nature he had not the slightest sympathy. And, lost to friends, oppressed by foes,
He died before he had well attained the prime of life; Sinks to the nothing whence he rose. O glorious trade! for wit's a trade,
yet there is no youthful enthusiasm about his works, Where men are ruined more than made!
nor any indications that he sighed for a higher fame
than that of being the terror of actors and artists, Let crazy Lee, neglected Gay,
noted for his libertine eccentricities, and distin ! The shabby Otway, Dryden gray, Those tuneful servants of the Nine,
guished for his devotion to Wilkes. That he mis(Not that I blend their names with mine),
applied strong original talents in following out these Repeat their lives, their works, their fame.
pitiful or unworthy objects of his ambition, is undeAnd teach the world some useful shame.
niable; but as a satirical poet-the only character
in which he appears as an author-he is immeasurBut bad as the life of a hackney poet and critic ably inferior to Pope or Dryden. The “fatal faci. seems to have been in Lloyd's estimation, the lity' of his verse, and his unscrupulous satire of livsituation of a school-usher was as little to his ing individuals and passing events, had, however, mind :
the effect of making all London ‘ring from side
to side' with his applause, at a time when the real [Wretchedness of a School-Usher.]
poetry of the age could hardly obtain either publishers !
or readers. Excepting Marlow, the dramatic poet, Were I at once empowered to show
scarcely any English author of reputation has been My utmost vengeance on my foe,
more unhappy in his life and end than Charles To punish with extremest rigour,
Churchill. He was the son of a clergyman in WestI could inflict no penance bigger,
minster, where he was born in 1741. After attendThan, using him as learning's tool,
ing Westminster school and Trinity college, CamTo make him usher of a school.
bridge (which he quitted abruptly), he made a clanFor, not to dwell upon the toil
destine marriage with a young lady in Westminster, Of working on a barren soil,
and was assisted by his father, till he was ordained And labouring with incessant pains,
and settled in the curacy of Rainham, in Essex. To cultivate a blockhead's brains,
His father died in 1758, and the poet was appointed The duties there but ill befit
his successor in the curacy and lectureship of St The love of letters, arts, or wit.
John's at Westminster. This transition, which pro