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And imagination hails it as thy blest Weighed against the City's ceaseless



Might I condition with the bonds of And vast assemblage of unpleasing

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Where to rest, when this life's pil- And oh! how softening to the soul

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Of yonder spreading yew! there, un- The beauties of this silent scene;


Blest abode of purity and peace!

Save by the chirping of the feather'd May all who slumber 'neath thy gras

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And if you should have injured any "If you and I quarrel, my first we


Live, and make some atonement if

you can;

And should another strive you to


Still live, the crime will tell him he's

to blame;

If time by you has uselessly been spent, Still live, and shew the world that you

repent ;

shall be,

My second is found in a shell; My whole in a Ball-room we frequent

ly see,

The pride of the Beau and the Belle."


In return for a brace of Snipes.

If you have real friends do not neglect My thanks I'll no longer delay,

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For birds which you've shot with

such skill,

For though there was nothing to pay : Yet each of them brought in a Bill.

I mean not, my friend, to complain,
The matter was perfectly right;
And when bills such as these come

I'll always accept them at sight.


If a pair of spectacles could speak, what Latin author would they name?


TO CORRESPONDENTS. Numerous Communications have been

received since our last, which will meet with early attention.

Select Biography.

"No part of History is more instructive and delightful than the Lives of great and worthy Men."


LIFE OF JAMES THOMSON. He wants no advocate his cause to plead ;

You will yourselves be patrons of the

No party his benevolence confin'd,
No sect alike it flow'd to all mankind.
Such was the man-the poet well you

who was minister of that place was but little known beyond the narrow limits of his co-presbyters, and to a few gentlemen in the neighbourhood.

The rising genius of our young poet was noticed by many; and amongst them Sir William Bennet, well known for his gay humour and ready poetical wit; he used to invite young Thomson to pass the summer vacations at his country seat.

After the usual course of school education, under an able master at

Oft has he touch'd your hearts with Jedburgh, Mr. Thomson was sent

tender woe; For his chaste Muse employ'd her Heav'n-taught lyre

None but the noblest passions to



to the University of Edinburgh. In his first pieces, "The Seasons," we see hin at once assume the majestic freedom of an Eastern writer,

Not one immoral, one corrupted seizing the grand images as they.

thought,... One line which, dying, he could wish to blot."

It is commonly said, that the life of a good writer is best read in his works; which can scarce fail to receive a tincture from his temper, manners, and habits. But

rise, cloathing them in his own expressive language, and preserv ing, throughout, the grace, the variety, and dignity, which belong to a just composition, unhurt by the stiffness of formal method; for what can be more easy and at the same time more sublime than his

opening invocation to spring : Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mild

however just this observation may be, and although we might safely rest Mr. Thomson's fame, as a good man, as well as a man of geni. And from the bosom of yon dropping us, on this sole footing; yet the

ness, come,


desire which the present enlight- While music wakes around, veil'd in ened public always shews of being

a shower

more particularly acquainted with Of shadowing roses, on our plains the history of an eminent author,

ought not to be disappointed.


Our author's reception, wher

Mr. Thomson was born at Ed-ever he was introduced, emboldennám, in the shire of Roxburgh, ed him to risk the publication of 11th of Sept. 1700. His father, his poem of "Winter," which was


published in March, 1726; it was Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and no sooner read than universally


admired, those only excepted who Then comes Thy glory in the Summer

had not been used to feel or to look for any thing in poetry beyond a point of satirical or epigrammatic wit, a smart antithesis richly trimmed with rhyme, or the softness of an elegiac complaint.— His digressions, too, the overflowings of a tender and benevolent heart, charmed the reader no less, leaving him in doubt whether he

should most admire the Poet or love the man.


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But let not on thy hook the tortur'd worm
Convulsive twist in agonizing folds;
Which, by rapacious hunger swallow'd

The publication of his "Winter" produced him many friends, and in return for the public favour, our Poet's chief care had been to fi-Gives, as you tear it from the bleed


ing breast

Of the weak, hapless, uncomplaining


Harsh pain and horror to the tender hand.

The fate of the industrious bee is no less beautifully pictured:


Ah! see where robb'd, and murder'd in that pit

nish the plan which their wishes laid out for him; and the expectations which his "Winter" had raised were fully satisfied by the successive publication of the other "Seasons" which are crowned with that sublime Hymn in which we view the seasons in their natural order; and, in imitation Lies the still heaving hive! at evening of the Hebrew bard, all nature is called forth to do homage to the Creator, and the reader is left enraptured in silent adoration and praise. How beautifully does the following part of it shew that our Poet

"Look'd thro' Nature up to Nature's God."


Beneath the cloud of guilt-concealing night,


fix'd o'er sulphur: while, not dreaming ill, The happy people in their waxen cells, Sat tending public cares, and planning


Of temperance, for Winter poor; re. joiced

These as they change, Almighty Fa-To mark, full flowing round, their copi

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Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing And, used to milder scents, the tender

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By thousands, tumble from the honied are those of Sophonisba, Tancred

domes, Convolved and agonizing in the dust.

and Sigismundar, The Mask of Alfred Agamemnon.

We cannot help noticing here In 1727, the resentment of our some beautiful pictures of Mr. merchants for the interruption of Kirk, painted from descriptions by their trade by the Spaniards in Thomson, especially a Winter America, running very high, Mr. scene and one in Autumn, viz. Thomson zealously took part in Palemon and Lavinia, both which it, and wrote his poem "Britanwe could recommend to the no-nia" to rouse the nation to revenge. tice of our readers as being a- Whilst our Poet was writing the mongst the many of his beautiful first part of "Liberty," he received descriptions. Winter," line 276 a severe shock by the death of a "Autumn" 177. noble friend and fellow traveller, which was soon followed by another as severe, the death of Lord Talbot; which Mr. Thomson so pathetically and so justly laments in dedicated to his memory. the poem "The Castle of Indolence" was his last piece; his tragedy of Corio


We cannot well pass over the description of Britain in his "Summer," line 1445.

Rich is thy soil, and merciful thy clime;

Thy streams unfailing in the summer's


Unmatch'd thy guardian oaks; thy lanus being only prepared for the

valleys float

With golden waves; and on thy moun

tains, flocks

theatre, when a fatal accident robbed the world of one of the best

Bleat numberless; while, roving round men and best poets that ever lived

their sides,

Bellow the black'ning herds in lusty


in it.

He took a boat when overheated, by which he contracted a vio

Beneath, thy meadows glow, and rise lent cold, which the means of the


Against the mower's scythe. On every hand

Thy villas shine.

Full are thy cities with the sons of art;
And trade and joy, in every busy street,
Mingling, are heard.—

most skilful physicians could not frustrate, and his valuable career was ended on the 27th of August, 1748.

"His descriptions," says Dr. Johnson, "of extended scenes and But besides his "Seasons," his general effects, bring before us the Poems and Plays are not less con- whole magnificence of nature, spicuous; his poem to the memory whether pleasing or dreadful. The of Sir I. Newton contains a deserv-gaiety of Spring, the splendor of ed encomium of that incomparable Summer, the tranquillity of Auman, with an account of his chief tumn, and the horror of Winter, discoveries. Amongst his plays take in their turns possession of

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