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From The Gentleman's Magazine.

version of an ode of Horace. In TotHORACE IN ENGLISH.

tel's “Miscellany" there is an anonyAdmiring at the fact that for two mous rendering of Ode VII., Book IV., and a half centuries hardly a scholar “Diffugere nives," in fourteen-syllaor man of letters had lived in En

bled verse:gland who had not once or oftener in The winter with his griesly stormes ne his life been moved to try his hand at

lenger dare abide, a translation from Horace, I was long The plesante grasse, with lusty greene, the ago inspired, in the days of enthusias

earthe hath newly dide, tic youth, to compile an anthology of

The trees have leaves, ye bowes don spred,

new changed is ye yere, these fugitive efforts. It was not a

The water brokes are cleane sonke down, bad book, nor an uninteresting, though the pleasant bankes appeare, etc. I say it, and I am an unprejudiced judge, for it brought me in nothing– It is a pleasant poem, though diffuse my publisher, with unnecessary pro

as a translation, and it is not Horace;

nor indeed, is any one of the three verlixity, being careful to demonstrate to me the exact number of pounds, shil

sions of the Ode to Licinius, one by lings, and pence he had lost by the Surrey; which appear in the same book. venture. There is very little original Why did they so admire the Ode to ity among publishers. When Thomas Licinius in those days? Sidney transDrant, Prebendary of St. Paul's, took lated it; it was his only translation his version of the “Epistles and from Horace, for which, taking into Satires” to a printer in the year 1567, account its jaw-breaking qualities, one

Another that astute person remarked, “though may be properly thankful. your boke be wyse and ful of learnyng, poet, in another age, the highly-reyet peradventure it wyl not be sale spectable Cowper, made a version of able; signifying, indeed, that Alim- it, with a pious reflection at the end:flames and guegawes, be they never

Sweet moralist! Afloat on life's rough so sleight and slender, are sooner rapte

sea,

The Christian has an art unknown to up thenne those which be lettered and clarkly makings.” My publisher said

thee, etc. much the same in other words. And Besides Cowper, the only other ransI have no doubt whatever but that Dr. lator who seems to have used Horace Drant's printer was able, in his re- as a means of "improving the occaturn of the sales, to justify his pre- sion"

his antipodes—Samuel conceived opinion even as my friend Boyse-whose versions breathe was. The world, in Drant's day, curi- spirit of humble devotion. He wrote ously enough, thought little of Horace. “The Deity,” which Fielding said was His popularity in England was still to not a bad poem, and he was in essenmake, and the learned Prebendarytials about as mean and contemptiblewas well-nigh alone in his admiration. a scoundrel as ever escaped hanging; Indeed, Stanyhurst, the eccentric, he swindled his benefactors, lived on whose translation of two books of the his wife's dishonor, and died of drink "Åneid,” full of the slang of the Mid- and debauchery in a ditch or a spong, dle Ages, well earned for their authoring-house." Southey's compliment of “the common Jasper Heywood is among the earlier sewer of the language,” thought, like of Horace's imitators. In “The Paramost of his contemporaries, that the dise of Dainty Devices,” ed. 1580, OC“most considerable" of the Latin curs a fairly close rendering in fourpoets were Virgil and Ovid, while teen-syllable verse, as usual, of the Horace came in with Ennius' a

among 10th ude of Book II:"the rabblement."! Here and there, Amid the vale the slender shrubbe is hid however, in the collections of lyric

from all mishap, poetry of the Elizabethan times, one

When taller tree that standes aloft is rent may come across an unacknowledged with thunder clappe;

was

a

The turret tops which touch the clouds neque aureum,” with a good deal more are bent with every blast,

that is pure Herrick, as, indeed, most Soon shivered are their stones with storms of it seems. and quickly overcast.

Herrick has the distinction of havThat the poets have proved gen- ing been the first English translator erally among the worst translators is of the “Carmen Amabæum,” which is curious, but not beyond explanation. said, rightly or wrongly, to have been Dryden took hold of several of the the most often translated or imitated odes, paraphrased them, and turned poem in the world. His is a good verthem into stately sonorous verse- sion, hardly, if at all, second to Attermagnificent, but not Horace. Cowley, bury's. Mr. Gladstone's translation of too, embroidered his

Own conceits this ode, made many years ago, has upon his original, until one lost sight hardly been matched by his later efof the latter altogether. What can forts. Of the many imitations of the one think of his making Pyrrha's famous lovers' dialogue, the most credulous lover “trust the faithless quaint is found among the fugitive April of her May'?? Milton, whose poems collected by Sir Henry Wotton. literalness is somewhat painful, would It is a dialogue between God and the have scorned such irregular proceed- Soul, and runs thus:ing. Leigh Hunt essayed a version of

SOUL: the same

ode to Pyrrha, so did Thomas Hood, junior. How should

Whilst my soul's eye beheld no light

But what stream'd from Thy gracious one render "simplex munditiis"?

sight, Here are three versions for choice:

To me the world's greatest king Plain in thy neatness-Milton,

Seem'd but some little vulgar thing. With unconcern so exquisite-Leigh Hunt.

GOD: In cunning carelessnesses—Thomas Hood.

Whilst thou prov'dst pure; and that in Herrick had a pleasant way, all his thee own, of dovetailing parts of the odes I could glass all my Deity; into his poems. Thus he addresses his How glad did I from Heaven depart "peculiar friend, Mr. John Wickes," To find a lodging in thy heart. under the name of Posthumus, begin

SOUL: ning properly enough:

Now Fame and Greatness bear the sway Ah, Posthumus! our years hence flye, ('Tis they that hold my prison's key), And leave no sound: nor piety,

For whom my soul would die, might she Or prayers, or vow,

Leave them her immortalitie.
Can keep the wrinkle from the brow:

God:
But we must on,
As Fate doth lead or draw us. None,

I and some few pure souls conspire,
None, Posthumus, could e'er decline

And burn both in a mutual fire, The doom of cruel Proserpine.1

For whom I'd die once more, ere they

Should miss of Heaven's eternal day. Presently we recognize parts of the

Soul: ode to Torquatus, and then “Non ebur

But, Lord! what if I turn again, 1 "To My Old Friend Posthumus," by the late

And with an adamantine chain Frederick Locker-Lampson, is a free and modern, but beautiful, imitation of this ode:

My own doar wife! Thyself, old Friend ! My Friend, our few remaining years

And must it come to me,
Are hasting to an end,

That any face shall fill my place
They glide away, and lines are here

Unknown to them and thee?
That time can never mend ;

Ay, all too vainly are we screen'd
Thy blameless life avails thee not, -

From peril, day and night :
My Friend, my dear old Friend!

Those awful rapids must be shot,

Our shallop will be slight:
Alas for love ! this peaceful home!

O pray that then we may descry
The darling at my knee !

Some cheering beacon light.

Lock me to Thee? What if I chase Jacobin," which, indeed, contains The world away to give Thee place? many imitations of Horace by Can

ning, Frere, George Ellis, Lord MorGOD:

peth, etc. George Canning's version of Then, though these souls in whom I joy the Ode to Bacchus (XXV., Book IIL) Are seraphim, thou but a toy,

is assumed to be written in the charA foolish toy, yet once more I

acter of Charles Howard, Eleventh Would with thee live, and for thee die.

Duke of Norfolk, whose, famous toast, The opportunities that the dialogue “Our Sovereign's health, the Majesty form of this de presented to the of the People,” was proposed at a bansatirist and parodist have been fre- quet given at the Crown and Anchor quently availed of. Rowe thus im- Tavern on Charles Fox's birthday, mortalized the disagreement and rec- January 24, 1798. For this toast the onciliation between Congreve and the duke was deprived of all his offices: elder Tonson, Tonson remarks:

Whither, O Bacchus, in thy train,

Dost thou transport thy votary's brain I'm in with Captain Vanbrugh the With sudden inspiration ? present,

Where dost thou bid me quaff my wine, A most sweet-natur'd gentleman and And toast new measures to combine pleasant,

The Great and Little Nation ? He writes your comedies, draws schemes and models,

Say, in what tavern shall I raise And builds Duke's houses upon very odd My nightly voice in Charley's praise, hills;

And dream of future glories,
For him, so much I dote on him, that I, When Fox with salutary sway
If I was sure to go to Heaven, would die. (Terror, the order of the day),

Shall reign o'er King and Tories.
To which Congreve rejoins:-
Temple and Delaval are now my party,

My nightly feelings must have way!
Men that are tam Mercurio both quam A toast I'll give a thing I'll say,
Marte;

As yet unsaid by anyAnd though for them I scarce shall go to

“Our Sov'reign Lord !” let those who doubt Heaven,

My honest meaning, hear me outYet I can drink with them six nights in

"His Majesty-the Many!"

seven.

on

In the “Criticisms on the Rolliad,” Mortals! no common voice you hear!

Militia Colonel, Premier Peer, 1785, occurs a dialogue between a

Lieutenant of a County! Certain Personage and his Minister I speak high things! yet, God of wine, (George III. and Pitt). These curious For thee, I fear not to resign political satires took the form of a pre- These gifts of royal bounty. tended review of an imaginary epic poem. The first of them was pub- James and Horace Smith, whose lished in a London newspaper in 1784, “Rejected Addresses” constitutes their and was devoted to a criticism chief claim to immortality, published Colonel (afterwards Lord) Rolle. a brilliant volume of parodies of the Among the authors were Dr. Law first two books of odes, under the title rence, General Fitzpatrick, R. Tickell, of "Horace in London,” in 1813. These Joseph Richardson, Lord John Town- had originally been written without shend, George Ellis, Sir ' R. Adair, any regard to regularity of succesGeneral Burgoyne, Hare, Reid, Bate sion, and many of them had appeared Dudley, Brummel, Boscawen, Pearce, in monthly publications. The book is and the Bishop of Ossory.

scarce now, and well-nigh forgotten, Fox and Horne Tooke figured in an- but its contents do no discredit to the other parody of the “Carmen Ama- authors of the ever-green “Addresses." bæum” in the poetry of the “Anti- For an example:

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BRIGHTON (Ode IV., Book I.).

which Horace achieved than, so far

as I know, could from any other poem Now fruitful Autumn lifts his sun-burnt

in the language be obtained." head, The slighted Park few cambric muslins

Christopher Anstey, the witty author

of the incomparable “New whiten,

Bath The dry machines revisit Ocean's bed, Guide," addressed a clever imitation And Horace quits awhile the town for of the first ode to Mr. John Miller, the Brighton.

husband of a lady who had established

a poetical coterie at her villa at BathThe cit foregoes his box at Turnham easton. Allan Ramsay's “Dalhousie Green,

of a High Descent” will not be forgotTo pick up health and shells with Am- ten in this connection. phitrite,

Imitations have been made in diaPleasure's fair daughters trip along the Steyne,

lect; now that Scots is in vogue I may Led by the dame the Greeks call Am- seasonably print a stanza of an ode phitrite.

sent me in manuscript long since, by

a Glasgow gentleman, who proposed Here with choice food earth smiles and

to set his versions to popular tunes ocean yawns,

and sing them on convivial occaIntent alike to please the London glut- sions:ton.

See hoo Şoracte's hoary heid This, for our breakfast proffers shrimps

Stands gleaming white wi' driftit snaw, and prawns,

While forest trees, wi' stentit boughs, That, for our dinner, Southdown lambs

Uneithly bear their load ava; and mutton.

An' burns, that oft in summer time Yet here, as elsewhere, Death impartial A' hushed to eerie silence, noo

Hae swirled in wimplin' eddies clear, reigns, Visits alike the cot and the Pavilion,

In gloom deplore the dyin' year! And for a bribe with equal scorn disdains

But pile the fire

Wi' faggots higher, My half a crown, and Baring's half a million.

An bring the wine four towmonths auld;

While sang an' mirth

Ring round the hearth, Alas! how short the span of human pride! Wha cares a plack for frost and cauld? Time flies, and hope's romantic schemes are undone;

The Gentleman's Magazine has in Cosweller's coach, that carries four inside, past days been responsible for the Waits to take back th' unwilling bard to publication of many imitations and London.

translations of Horace. It is more

than a century and a half since to be Long shalt thou laugh thinė enemies to exact, it was in May, 1744—that a felscorn,

low-contributor, whose Proud as Phenicia, queen of watering- would have delighted the Anti-To

sentiments places; Boys yet unbreech'd, and virgins yet un

bacco Society, eased his mind with the born,

following “counterblast" in imitation On thy bleak down shall tan their bloom- of Epode III.:ing faces.

For parricide, that worst of crimes, Of imitators and parodists of Horace Hemlock's cold draught, in ancient times, the number is almost past count. It Scarce taught the rogue repentance; would be hardly just to count among But had tobacco then been known, them Andrew Marvel, yet his' "Hora

Its burning juices swallow'd down,

Had prov'd a fitter sentence. tian Ode upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland,” though no imitation of any How callous are the lab'rer's jaws, one particular ode of Horace, does, as

Who this dire weed both smokes and Archbishop Trench well said, "give a

chaws, truer idea of the kind of greatness And feasts upon the venom!

While I by chance a taste once got

A state above the fear of want; That so inflam'd my mouth and throat, Domestic love, Heaven's choicest grant, I thought all hell was in 'em.

Health, leisure, peace, and ease.

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Thurlow, who was not as wise as This was the charm Medea taught Her dear advent'rous Argonaut,

he looked, essayed a rendering of the To steal the Golden Fleece with;

ode to Virgil. Byron, who confessed Down bulls' and dragons' gaping throat

candidly to a hatred of Horace, left a A quid he threw, which, quick as thought, fragment of Ode III., Book III., “JusThe brutes were laid at peace with tum

tenacem." Lord Lytton,

Charles Stuart Calverley, Sir TheoUnder the blue I'd rather live,

dore Martin, are as well, remembered And the sun's fiercest rays receive, among recent translators as Barton How apt soe'er to burn us;

Holyday, Fanshawe, Hawkins, and Nay, Hercules's shirt I'd wear,

Creech were among the earlier, or Or any flame much sooner bear,

Francis, Duncombe, and Boscawen Than a pipe's fiery furnace.

among those of the eighteenth century. Candor compels the admission

that, unsatisfying as are most transNot all of this effusion may be re

lations, "standard versions," so-called, printed, for the noble zeal of my es

are usually the worst. Sometimes teemed fellow-contributor has, here they are scholarly, sometimes they are and there, betrayed him to a plainness not; always they are tiresome. Dr. of speech which the Gentleman's Mag- Francis' well-meant and labored miles azine will not, nowadays, sanction.

of verse are as depressing as the new Passing from parodists and imi

humor. Francis averred that if Bishop tators, an army in themselves, the Atterbury had but translated more list of the serious translators of Horace

than two of the odes, he himself would is a stupendous one, and in its variety

never have undertaken his task. One amazing.

regrets Atterbury's moderation withThere are in the catalogue Sedley out wondering at it, for the popularity the frivolous and Johnson the pro

of his two odes was in his century so found, Bentley

remarkable that the chances of a repe

tition of his success were but slight. The mighty scholiast, whose unweary'd Nobody attempted to rival his famous

pains Made Horace dull, and humbled Maro's

ode to Melpomene, and Francis and strains,

the others simply lifted it for the ben

efit of their own collections. It is a and Major Whyte-Melville, Milton and spirited poem, and for the advantage Mr. Gladstone, Atterbury and Ralph of Horace lovers of a later day may Bernal. There are historians, states

well be quoted:men, poets, lawyers, scholars, and di

He on whose birth the lyric queen vines-Mitford, Merivale, Wrangham,

Of numbers smil'd, shall never grace Trench, Porson, Conington. Among The Isthmian gauntlet, or be seen the laureates, save Ben Jonson and First in th fam'd Olympic race. Dryden, are few translators of Hor. He shall not, after toils of war, ace, but Pye puts in a claim for re- And humbling haughty monarch's pride, membrance where others, his betters, With laurelld brows conspicuous far, have been silent. Warren Hastings,

To Jove's Tarpeian temple ride. coming home to be tried, composed on

But him, the streams that warbling flow,

Rich Tibur's fertile meads along, board the East Indiaman, à version of

And shady groves, his haunts, shall know the 16th Ode of Book II., in which,

The master of th' Æolian song. with probable sincerity under the circumstances, he described his aspira- The sous of Rome, majestic Rome! tions as being

Have plac'd me in the poet's choir,

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