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his talents. But Lord John Russell has justly remembered by all. They are equally the delight characterised this weakness in Moore as being of the cottage and the saloon, and, in the poet's wholly free from envy. It never took the shape own country, are sung with an enthusiasm that of depreciating others that his own superiority will long be felt in the hour of festivity, as well might become conspicuous. 'His love of praise as in periods of suffering and solemnity, by that was joined with the most generous and liberal imaginative and warm-hearted people. dispensation of praise to others-he relished the works of Byron and Scott as if he had been him

'Tis the Last Rose of Summer. self no competitor for fame with them.' Ill success might have tinctured the poet's egotism with

'Tis the last rose of summer bitterness, but this he never knew; and such a

Left blooming alone ; feeling could not have remained long with a man

All her lovely companions

Are faded and gone ; so constitutionally genial and light-hearted.

No flower of her kindred, When time shall have destroyed the remem

No rose-bud is nigh, brance of Moore's personal qualities, and removed

To reflect back her blushes, his works to a distance, to be judged of by

Or give sigh for sigh. their fruit alone, the want most deeply felt will be that of simplicity and genuine passion. He has

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! worked little in the durable and permanent

To pine on the stem ;

Since the lovely are sleeping, materials of poetry, but has spent his prime in

Go, sleep thou with them. enriching the stately structure with exquisite

Thus kindly I scatter ornaments, foliage, flowers, and gems. Yet he

Thy leaves o'er the bed, often throws into his gay and festive verses, and

Where thy mates of the garden his fanciful descriptions, touches of pensive and

Lie scentless and dead. mournful reflection, which strike by their truth

So soon may I follow, and beauty, and by the force of contrast. Indeed,

When friendships decay, one effect of the genius of Moore has been, to

And from love's shining circle elevate the feelings and occurrences of ordinary

The gems drop away! life into poetry, rather than dealing with the lofty

When true hearts lie withered, abstract elements of the art. The combinations

And fond ones are flown, of his wit are wonderful. Quick, subtle, and

Oh! who would inhabit varied, ever suggesting new thoughts or images,

This bleak world alone ? or unexpected turns of expression-now drawing resources from classical literature or the ancient

The Turf shall be my Fragrant Shrine. fathers—now diving into the human heart, and now skimming the fields of fancy-the wit or imagin

The turf shall be my fragrant shrine ; ation of Moore (for they are compounded together)

My temple, Lord ! that arch of thine ; is a true Ariel, 'a creature of the elements,

My censer's breath the mountain airs, that is ever buoyant and full of life and spirit.

And silent thoughts my only prayers. His very satires 'give delight and hurt not.' They My choir shall be the moonlight waves, are never coarse, and always witty. When stung When murmuring homeward to their caves, by an act of oppression or intolerance, he could be Or when the stillness of the sea, bitter or sarcastic enough ; but some lively thought Even more than music, breathes of Thee ! or sportive image soon crossed his path, and he instantly followed it into the open and genial

I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown,

All light and silence, like thy Throne! region where he loved most to indulge. He never

And the pale stars shall be, at night, dipped his pen in malignity. For an author who

The only eyes that watch my rite. has written so much as Moore on the subject of love and the gay delights of good-fellowship, it was Thy heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look, scarcely possible to be always natural and original. Shall be my pure and shining book, Some of his lyrics and occasional poems, accord

Where I shall read, in words of flame, ingly, present far-fetched metaphors and conceits,

The glories of thy wondrous name. with which they often conclude, like the final I'll read thy anger in the rack flourish or pirouette of a stage-dancer. He ex That clouds awhile the day-beam's track ; hausted the vocabulary of rosy lips and sparkling Thy mercy in the azure hue eyes, forgetting that true passion is ever direct and Of sunny brightness breaking through ! simple--ever concentrated and intense, whether bright or melancholy. This defect, however, per

There's nothing bright, above, below, vades only part of his songs, and those mostly

From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, written in his youth. The Irish Melodies are full

But in its light my soul can see

Some feature of thy Deity ! of true feeling and delicacy. By universal consent, and by the sure test of memory, these national There's nothing dark, below, above, strains are the most popular and the most likely But in its gloom I trace thy love, to be immortal of all Moore's works. They are And meekly wait that moment, when musical almost beyond parallel in words-grace

Thy touch shall turn all bright again! ful in thought and sentiment—often tender, pathetic, and heroic-and they blend poetical and romantic feelings with the objects and sympathies

JOHN HOOKHAM FRERE. of common life in language chastened and refined, In 1817, Mr Murray published a small poetical yet apparently so simple that every trace of art volume under the eccentric title of Prospectus and has disappeared. The songs are read and Specimen, of an intended National "Work, by

William and Robert Whistlecraft, of Stowmarket My dear, you might recover from your flurry,
in Suffolk, Harness and Collar Makers. Intended In a nice airy lodging out of town,
to comprise the most Interesting Particulars relat At Croydon, Epsom, anywhere in Surrey ;
ing to King Arthur and his Round Table. The

If every stanza brings us in a crown, world was surprised to find, under this odd dis

I think that I might venture to bespeak guise, a happy imitation of the Pulci and Casti

A bedroom and front-parlour for next week. school of the Italian poets. The brothers Whistle Tell me, my dear Thalia, what you think ; craft formed, it was quickly seen, but the mask of Your nerves have undergone a sudden shock; some elegant and scholarly wit belonging to the Your poor dear spirits have begun to sink ; higher circles of society, who had chosen to amuse On Banstead Downs you 'd muster a new stock, himself in comic verse, without incurring the And I'd be sure to keep away from drink, responsibilities of declared authorship. To two And always go to bed by twelve o'clock. cantos published in the above year, a third and

We'll travel down there in the morning stages; fourth were soon after added. The poem opens

Our verses shall go down to distant ages. with a feast held by King Arthur at Carlisle And here in town we 'll breakfast on hot rolls, amidst his knights, who are thus introduced : And you shall have a better shawl to wear ; They looked a manly generous generation ;

These pantaloons of mine are chafed in holes ; Beards, shoulders, eyebrows, broad, and square,

By Monday next I'll compass a new pair :

and thick,

Come now, fling up the cinders, fetch

the coals, Their accents firm and loud in conversation,

And take away the things you hung to air ; Their eyes and gestures eager, sharp, and quick,

Set out the tea-things, and bid Phoebe bring Shewed them prepared, on proper provocation,

The kettle up. Arms and the Monks I sing. To give the lie, pull noses, stab and kick;

Near the valley of the giants was an abbey, conAnd for that very reason, it is said,

taining fifty friars, 'fat and good,' who keep for They were so very courteous and well-bred.

a long time on good terms with their neighbours.

Being fond of music, the giants would sometimes In a valley near Carlisle lived a race of giants ; approach the sacred pile, attracted by the sweet and this place is finely described :

sounds that issued from it ; and here occurs a Huge mountains of immeasurable height

beautiful piece of description : Encompassed all the level valley round

Oft that wild untutored race would draw, With mighty slabs of rock, that sloped upright, Led by the solemn sound and sacred light, An insurmountable and enormous mound.

Beyond the bank, beneath a lonely shaw, The very river vanished out of sight,

To listen all the livelong summer night, Absorbed in secret channels under ground;

Till deep, serene, and reverential awe That vale was so sequestered and secluded,

Environed them with silent calm delight, All search for ages past it had eluded.

Contemplating the minster's midnight gleam,
A rock was in the centre, like a cone,

Reflected from the clear and glassy stream.
Abruptly rising from a miry pool,
Where they beheld a pile of massy stone,

But chiefly, when the shadowy moon had shed
Which masons of the rude primeval school

O'er woods and waters her mysterious hue, Had reared by help of giant hands alone,

Their passive hearts and vacant fancies fed With rocky fragments unreduced by rule :

With thoughts and aspirations strange and new, Irregular, like nature more than art,

Till their brute souls with inward working bred Huge, rugged, and compact in every part.

Dark hints that in the depths of instinct grew
A wild tumultuous torrent raged around,

Subjective-not from Locke's associations,
Or fragments tumbling from the mountain's height; Nor David Hartley's doctrine of vibrations.
The whistling clouds of dust, the deafening sound,
The hurried motion that amazed the sight,

Each was ashamed to mention to the others
The constant quaking of the solid ground,

One half of all the feelings that he felt, Environed them with phantoms of affright;

Yet thus for each would venture : 'Listen, brothers, Yet with heroic hearts they held right on,

It seems as if one heard Heaven's thunders melt Till the last point of their ascent was won.

In music!' The giants having attacked and carried off some Unfortunately, this happy state of things is broken ladies on their journey to court, the knights deem up by the introduction of a ring of bells into the it their duty to set out in pursuit ; and in due abbey, a kind of music to which the giants

had an time they overcome those grim personages, and

insurmountable aversion : relieve the captives from the castle in which they

The solemn mountains that surrounded had been immured :

The silent valley where the convent lay,

With tintinnabular uproar were astounded The ladies ?—They were tolerably well,

When the first peal burst forth at break of day: At least as well as could have been expected :

Feeling their granite ears severely wounded, Many details I must forbear to tell ;

They scarce knew what to think or what to say ; Their toilet had been very much neglected ;

And—though large mountains commonly conceal But by supreme good-luck it so befell,

Their sentiments, dissembling what they feel,
That when the castle's capture was effected,
When those vile cannibals were overpowered,

Yet-Cader-Gibbrish from his cloudy throne
Only two fat duennas were devoured.

To huge Loblommon gave an intimation

Of this strange rumour, with an awful tone, This closes the second canto. The third opens

Thundering his deep surprise and indignation ; in the following playful strain :

The lesser hills, in language of their own,

Discussed the topic by reverberation; I've a proposal here from Mr Murray.

Discoursing with their echoes all day long, He offers handsomely--the money down ;

Their only conversation was, 'ding-dong.


These giant mountains inwardly were moved, the enjoyment of a handsome pension, conferred But never made an outward change of place; for diplomatic services, of £1516 per annum, and Not so the mountain giants (as behoved

at Malta he died on the 7th January 1846, aged A more alert and locomotive race);

seventy-seven. In the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Hearing a clatter which they disapproved,

there are some particulars respecting the meeting They ran straight forward to besiege the place, With a discordant universal yell,

of the declining novelist with his friend, the author Like house-dogs howling at a dinner-bell.

of Whistlecraft. We there learn from Scott, that

the remarkable war-song upon the victory at This is evidently meant as a good-humoured satire Brunnenburg, which appears in Mr Ellis's Speciagainst violent personifications in poetry. Mean- mens of Ancient English Poetry, and might pass while a monk, Brother John by name, who had in a court of critics as a genuine composition of opposed the introduction of the bells, has gone, in the fourteenth century, was written by Mr Frere a fit of disgust with his brethren, to amuse himself while an Eton school-boy, as an illustration on with the rod at a neighbouring stream. Here one side of the celebrated Rowley controversy. occurs another beautiful descriptive passage : We are also informed by Mrs John Davy, in her

diary, quoted by Mr Lockhart, that Sir Walter on A mighty current, unconfined and free,

this occasion repeated a pretty long passage from Ran wheeling round beneath the mountain's shade,

his version of one of the romances of the CidBattering its wave-worn base ; but you might see On the near margin many a watery glade,

published in the appendix to Southey's quartoBecalmed beneath some little island's lee,

and seemed to enjoy a spirited charge of the All tranquil and transparent, close embayed ;

knights therein described as much as he could Reflecting in the deep serene and even

have done in his best days, placing his walkingEach flower and herb, and every cloud of heaven ; stick in rest like a lance, " to suit the action to

the word."' We may here redeem from comparaThe painted kingfisher, the branch above her,

tive obscurity a piece of poetry so much admired Stand in the steadfast mirror fixed and true;

by Scott: Anon the fitful breezes brood and hover, Freshening the surface with a rougher hue ;

The gates were then thrown open, Spreading, withdrawing, pausing, passing over,

and forth at once they rushed, Again returning to retire anew :

The outposts of the Moorish hosts So rest and motion in a narrow range,

back to the camp were pushed ; Feasted the sight with joyous interchange.

The camp was all in tumult,

and there was such a thunder Brother John, placed here by mere chance, is Of cymbals and of drums, apprised of the approach of the giants in time to

as if earth would cleave in sunder. run home and give the alarm. Amidst the pre There you might see the Moors parations for defence, to which he exhorts his

arming themselves in haste, brethren, the abbot dies, and John is elected to

And the two main battles succeed him. A stout resistance is made by the

how they were forming fast; monks, whom their new superior takes care to

Horsemen and footmen mixt,

a countless troop and vast. feed well by way of keeping them in heart, and

The Moors are moving forward, the giants at length withdraw from the scene of

the battle soon must join, action. It finally appears that the pagans have

‘My men, stand here in order, retired in order to make the attack upon the

ranged upon a line ! ladies, which had formerly been described-no Let not a man move from his rank bad burlesque of the endless episodes of the

before I give the sign.' Italian romantic poets.

Pero Bermuez heard the word, It was soon discovered that the author of this

but he could not refrain, clever jeu d'esprit was the Right Honourable John

He held the banner in his hand, Hookham Frere, a person of high political conse

he gave his horse the rein ; quence, who had been employed a few years before

•You see yon foremost squadron there, by the British government to take charge of diplo

the thickest of the foes, matic transactions in Spain in connection with

Noble Cid, God be your aid,

for there your banner goes! the army under General Sir John Moore. The

Let him that serves and honours it, Whistlecraft poetry was carried no further ; but

shew the duty that he owes.' the peculiar stanza (the ottava rima of Italy), and Earnestly the Cid called out, the sarcastic pleasantry, formed the immediate

'For Heaven's sake be still!' exemplar which guided Byron when he wrote his Bermuez cried, 'I cannot hold,' Beppo and Don Juan, and one couplet

so eager was his will. Adown thy slope, romantic Ashbourn, glides

He spurred his horse, and drove him on

amid the Moorish rout : The Derby dilly, carrying six insides

They strove to win the banner, became at a subsequent period the basis of an

and compassed him about. allusion almost historical in importance, with

Had not his armour been so true, reference to a small party in the House of Com

he had lost either life or limb;

The Cid called out again, mons. Thus the national poem attained a place

*For Heaven's sake succour him!' of some consequence in our inodern literature. It

Their shields before their breasts, is only to be regretted that the poet, captivated

forth at once they go, by indolence or the elegances of a luxurious taste, Their lances in the rest gave no further specimen of his talents to the

levelled fair and low; world.

Their banners and their crests For many years Mr Frere resided in Malta, in

waving in a row,

Their heads all stooping down

on every new edition of two thousand copies, and towards the saddle-bow.

allowed him, in 1803, to publish a quarto subscripThe Cid was in the midst, his shout was heard afar :

tion-copy, by which he realised about £1000. It *I am Rui Diaz,

was in a dusky lodging' in Alison Square, Edinthe champion of Bivar ;

burgh, that the Pleasures of Hope was composed; Strike amongst them, gentlemen,

and the fine opening simile was suggested by the for sweet mercies' sake!'

scenery of the Firth of Forth as seen from the There where Bermuez fought

Calton Hill

. The poem was instantly successful. amidst the foe they brake;

The volume went through four editions in a Three hundred bannered knights,

twelvemonth. After the publication of the first it was a gallant show;

edition, 154 lines were added to the poem. It Three hundred Moors they killed,

captivated all readers by its varying and exquisite a man at every blow :

melody, its polished diction, and the vein of generWhen they wheeled and turned,

ous and lofty sentiment which seemed to embalm as many more lay slain, You might see them raise their lances,

and sanctify the entire poem. The touching and

beautiful episodes with which it abounds conand level them again. There you might see the breast-plates,

stituted also a source of deep interest; and in how they were cleft in twain,

picturing the horrors of war, and the infamous And many a Moorish shield

partition of Poland, the poet kindled up into a lie scattered on the plain.

strain of noble indignant zeal and prophet-like The pennons that were white

marked with a crimson stain,
The horses running wild

Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time !
whose riders had been slain.

Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime;

Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, In 1871, the Works of Frere, in Verse and Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe! Prose, and a Memoir by his nephews, were

Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear,

Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career : published in 2 vols.

Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,

And Freedom shrieked—as Kosciusko fell !

The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there; THOMAS CAMPBELL was born in the city of

Tumultuous Murder shook the midnight airGlasgow, July 27, 1777. He was of a good High

On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, land family, the Campbells of Kirnan, in Argyll

His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below;

The storm prevails, the rampart yields a way, shire, who traced their origin from the first

Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay! Norman lord of Lochawe. The property, how

Hark! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall, ever, had passed from the ancient race, and the

A thousand shrieks sor hopeless mercy call ! poet's father carried on business in Glasgow as a Earth shook, red meteors flashed along the sky, merchant or trader with Virginia. He was unsuc And conscious Nature shuddered at the cry! cessful, and in his latter days subsisted on some small income derived from a merchants' society Traces of juvenility may be found in the Pleasures and provident institution, aided by his industrious of Hope-a want of connection between the differwife, who received into their house as boarders ent parts of the poem, some florid lines and young men attending college. Thomas received imperfect metaphors; but such a series of beautia good education, and was distinguished at the ful and dazzling pictures, so pure and elevated a university, particularly for his translations from tone of moral feeling, and such terse, vigorous, the Greek. The Greek professor, John Young, and polished versification, were never perhaps pronounced his translation of part of the Clouds before found united in a poem written at the age of Aristophanes the best version that had ever of twenty-one. Shortly after its publication, Campbeen given in by any student. He had previously bell visited the continent. He sailed from Leith received a prize for an English poem, an Essay on for Hamburg on the ist of June 1800; and prothe Origin of Evil, modelled on the style of Pope. ceeding from thence to Ratisbon, witnessed the Other poetical pieces, written between his four- decisive action which gave Ratisbon to the French. teenth and sixteenth year, evince Campbell's The poet stood with the monks of the Scottish peculiar delicacy of taste and select poetical dic-college of St James, on the ramparts near the tion. He became tutor in a family resident in the monastery, while a charge of Klenau's cavalry island of Mull, and about this time met with his was made upon the French. He saw no other

Caroline of the West,' the daughter of a minister scenes of actual warfare, but made various excurof Inveraray. The winter of 1795 saw him again sions into the interior, and was well received by in Glasgow, attending college, and supporting him- General Moreau and the other French officers. self by private tuition. Next year he was some It has been generally supposed that Campbell time tutor in the family of Mr Downie of Appin, was present at the battle of Hohenlinden, but it also in the Highlands; and this engagement was not fought until some weeks after he had completed, he repaired to Edinburgh, hesitated left Bavaria. During his residence on the Danube between the church and the law as a profession, and the Elbe, the poet wrote some of his exquisite but soon abandoning all hopes of either, he em- minor poems, which were published in the Mornployed himself in private teaching and in literary ing Chronicle newspaper. The first of these was work for the booksellers. Poetry was not ne- the Exile of Erin, which was suggested by an glected, and in April 1799 appeared his Pleasures incident like that which befell Smollett at Boulogne of Hope. The copyright was sold for £60; but -namely, meeting with a party of political exiles for some years the publishers gave the poet £50 who retained a strong love of their native country.

Campbell's 'Exile' was a person named Anthony the New Monthly Magazine, which he edited for M'Cann, who, with Hamilton Rowan and others, ten years (from 1820 to 1830); and one of these had been concerned in the Irish rebellion. So minor poems, the Last Man, may be ranked jealous was the British government of that day, among his greatest conceptions: it is like a sketch that the poet was suspected of being a spy, and by Michael Angelo or Rembrandt. Previous to on his arrival in Edinburgh, was subjected to an this time the poet had visited Paris in company examination by the sheriff, but which ended in with Mrs Siddons and John Kemble, and enjoyed a scene of mirth and conviviality. Shortly after the sculpture and other works of art in the Louvre wards, Campbell was received by Lord Minto as with such intensity, that they seemed to give his a sort of secretary and literary companion-a mind a new sense of the harmony of art-a new situation which his temper and somewhat demo- visual power of enjoying beauty. Every step of cratic independence of spirit rendered uncongenial, approach,' he says, 'to the presence of the Apollo and which did not last long. In this year (1802) Belvidere, added to my sensations, and all recolhe composed Lochiel's Warning and Hohenlinden lections of his name in classic poetry swarmed on -the latter one of the grandest battle-pieces in my mind as spontaneously as the associations that miniature that ever was drawn. In a few verses, are conjured up by the sweetest music.' In 1818 flowing like a choral melody, the poet brings he again visited Germany, and on his return the before us the silent midnight scene of engage- following year, he published his Specimens of the ment wrapt in the snows of winter, the sudden British Poets, with biographical and critical arming for the battle, the press and shout of notices, in seven volumes. The justness and charging squadrons, the flashing of artillery, and beauty of his critical dissertations have been unithe final scene of death. Lochiel's Warning being versally admitted; some of them are perfect models read in manuscript to Sir Walter (then Mr) Scott, of chaste yet animated criticism. In 1820 Mr. he requested a perusal of it himself, and then Campbell delivered a course of lectures on poetry repeated the whole from memory-a striking at the Surrey Institution ; in 1824 he published. instance of the great minstrel's powers of recollec- Theodric and other Poems; and, though busy in tion, which was related to us by Mr Campbell establishing the London University, he was, in 1827, himself. In 1803 the poet repaired to London, honoured with the graceful compliment of being and devoted himself to literature as a profession. elected lord rector of the university of his native He resided for some time with his friend, Mr city. This distinction was continuedánd heightened Telford, the celebrated engineer. Telford con- by his re-election the following two years. Hetinued his regard for the poet throughout a long afterwards made a voyage to Algiers, of which he life, and remembered him in his will by a legacy published an account; and in 1842 he appeared of £500.* Mr Campbell wrote several papers for again as a poet. This work was a slight narrative the Edinburgh Encyclopedia-of which Telford poem, unworthy of his fame, entitled The Pilgrim had some share-including poetical biographies, of Glencoe. Among the literary engagements of an account of the drama, &c. He also compiled his latter years, was a Life of Mrs Siddons, and a Annals of Great Britain from the Accession of Life of Petrarch. In the summer of 1843, heGeorge ill. to the Peace of Amiens, in three fixed his residence at Boulogne, but his health volumes. Such compilations can only be con- was by this time much impaired, and he died the sidered in the light of mental drudgery; but following summer, June 15, 1844. He was interred Campbell, like Goldsmith, could sometimes impart in Westminster Abbey, his funeral being attended grace and interest to task-work. In 1806, through by some of the most eminent noblemen and the influence of Mr Fox, the government granted statesmen of the day, with a numerous body of a pension to the poet-a well-merited tribute to private friends. In 1849 a selection from his the author of those national strains, Ye Mariners correspondence, with a life of the poet, was pubof England, and the Battle of the Baltic. In lished by his affectionate friend and literary 1809 was published his second great poem, executor, Dr Beattie, himself the author of variGertrude of Wyoming, a Pennsylvanian Talé. ous works, and of some pleasing and picturesque The subsequent literary labours of Mr Campbell poetry. were only, as regards his poetical fame, subordin In genius and taste Campbell resembles Gray. ate efforts. The best of them were contributed to He displays the same delicacy and purity of senti

ment, the same vivid perception of beauty and * A similar amount was bequeathed to Mr Southey, and, with ideal loveliness, equal picturesqueness and elevaa good-luck which one would wish to see always attend poets' tion of imagery, and the same lyrical and concentestator's estate far exceeding what he believed to be its value. trated power of expression. The diction of both Thomas Telford (1757-1834) was himself a rhymester in his youth, is elaborately choice and select. Campbell has song, green hills, and

the other adjuncts of a landscape of great greater sweetness and gentleness of pathos, springsylvan and pastoral beauty. Eskdale, his native district-where ing from deep moral feeling, and a refined sensihe lived till nearly twenty, first as a shepherd, and afterwards as tiveness of nature. Neither can be termed boldly Telford wrote a poem descriptive of this classic dale, but it is original or inventive, but they both possess subto Burns, part of which is published by Currie: These boyish Campbell in his war-songs or lyrics, which form only a feeble paraphrase of Goldsmith. He addressed an epistle limity-Gray in his two magnificent odes, and pursuits of his after-years as a mathematician and engineer. In the richest offering ever made by poetry at the his original occupation of a stone-mason, cutting names on tomb- shrine of patriotism. The general tone of his fancy him cheering his solitary labours with visions of literary verse is calm, uniform, and mellifluous-a stream eminence ; but it is difficult to conceive him at the same time of mild harmony and delicious fancy flowing aqueduct in Wales. He had, however, received an early archia through the bosom-scenes of life, with images tectural or engineering bias by poring over the plates and descrip- scattered separately, like flowers, on its surface, tions in Rollin's history, which he read by his mother's fireside and beauties of expression interwoven with it-or in the open air while herding sheep. Telford was a liberal- certain words and phrases of magical powerminded and benevolent man.


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