In sooth he was a peerless hound, The gift of royal John; But now no Gelert could be found, And all the chase rode on. And now, as o'er the rocks and dells That day Llewelyn little loved The chase of hart and hare; Unpleased, Llewelyn homeward hied, But, when he gained his castle-door, The hound all o'er was smeared with gore; His lips, his fangs, ran blood. Llewelyn gazed with fierce surprise; His suppliant looks, as pro.e he fell, Aroused by Gelert's dying yell, Concealed beneath a tumbled heap Nor scathe had he, nor harm, nor dread, Ah, what was then Llewelyn's pain! Vain, vain was all Llewelyn's woe! And now a gallant tomb they raise, With costly sculpture decked; And marbles storied with his praise Poor Gelert's bones protect. There, never could the spearman pass, There, oft the tear-besprinkled grass And there he hung his horn and spear, In fancy's ear he oft would hear And, till great Snowden's rocks grow old, To Too late I stayed-forgive the crime; What eye with clear account remarks When all its sands are diamond sparks, Oh, who to sober measurement Spencer, quotes in his diary, terming them fine lines,' and expressive of his own feelings amidst the wreck and desolation of his fortunes at Abbotsford. HENRY LUTTRELL. Another man of wit and fashion, and a pleasing versifier, was HENRY LUTTRELL (1770-1851), author of Advice to Julia: a Letter in Rhyme,' 1820, and Crockford House,' 1827. Mr. Luttrell was a favourite in the circle of Holland House: none of the talkers whom I meet in London society,' said Rogers, can slide in a brilliant thing with such readiness as he does.' The writings of these witty and celebrated conversationists seldom do justice to their talents, but there are happy descriptive passages and touches of light satire in Luttrell's verses. Rogers used to quote an epigram made by his friend on the celebrated vocalist, Miss Tree: On this tree when a nightingale settles and sings, Luttrell sat in the Irish parliament before the Union. He is said to have been a natural son of Lord Carhampton. The following are extracts from the Advice to Julia:' London in Autumn. Tis August. Rays of fiercer heat The November At rest, in motion-forced to roam The chilled and puzzled passenger, Which steam-compelling trade disgorges And Wollaston and Davy guide Oh join-success a thing of course is- HENRY GALLY KNIGHT. Some Eastern tales in the manner and measure of Byron were written by an accomplished man of fortune, MR. HENRY GALLY KNIGHT (1786-1846). The first of these, Ilderim, a Syrian Tale,' was published in 1816. This was followed by Phrosyne, a Grecian Tale,''Alashtar, an Arabian Tale,' 1817. Mr. Knight also wrote a dramatic poem, Hannibal in Bithynia.' Though evincing poetical taste and correctness in the delineation of Eastern manners-for Mr. Knight had travelled-these poems failed in exciting attention; and their author turned to the study of our mediæval architecture. His 'Architectural Tour in Normandy,' and 'Ecclesiastical Architecture of Italy from the Time of Constantine to the Fifteenth Century'-the latter a splendidly illustrated work—are valuable additions to this branch of our historical literature. SAYERS-HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS. Several other minor poets of considerable merit at the beginning of this period, were read and admired by poetical students and critics, who have affectionately preserved their names, though the works they praised are now forgotten. DR. FRANK SAYERS, of Norwich (17631817) has been specially commemorated by Southey, though even in 1826 the laureate admitted that Sayers was out of date.' The works of this amiable physician consisted of Dramatic Sketches of the Ancient Northern Mythology,' 1790; Disquisitions, Metaphysical and Literary,' 1793; Nuga Poetica,' 1803; Miscellanies,' 1805; &c. The works of Sayers were collected and republished, with an account of his life, by William Taylor of Norwich, in 1823. HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS (1762-1827) was very early in life introduced to public notice by Dr. Kippis, who recommended her first work, Edwin and Elfrida' (1782). She went to reside in France, imbibed republican opinions, and was near suffering with the Girondists during the tyranny of Robespierre. She was a voluminous writer both in prose and verse, author of 'Letters from France,' Travels in Switerland,' 'Narrative of events in France,' 'Correspondence of Louis XVI., with Observations,' &c. In 1823 she collected and re-published her poems. To one of the pieces in this edition she subjoins the following note: 'I commence the sonnets with that to Hope, from a predilection in its favour, for which I have a proud reason: it is that of Mr. Wordsworth, who lately honoured me with his visits while at Paris, having repeated it to me from memory, after a lapse of many years.' Sonnet to Hope. Oh, ever skilled to wear the form we love! To bid the shapes of fear and grief depart! Say hat for me some pleasures yet shall bloom, Which once with dear illusions charmed my eye, LEIGH HUNT. It JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT, a poet and essayist of the lively and descriptive, not the intense school, was born at Southgate, in Middlesex, October 19, 1784. His father was a West Indian; but being in Pennsylvania at the time of the American war, he espoused the British interest with so much warmth, that he had to leave the new world and seek a subsistence in the old. He took orders in the Church of England, and was some time tutor to the nephew of Lord Chandos, near Southgate. His son-who was named after his father's pupil, Mr. Leigh-was educated at Christ's Hospital, where he continued till his fifteenth year. I was then,' he says, 'first deputy Grecian; and had the honour of going out of the school in the same rank, at the same age, and for the same reason as my friend Charles Lamb. The reason was, that I hesitated in my speech. was understood that a Grecian was bound to deliver a public speech before he left school, and to go into the church afterwards; and as I could do neither of these things, a Grecian I could not be.' Leigh was then a poet, and his father collected his verses, and published them with a large list of subscribers. He has himself described this volume as a heap of imitations, some of them clever enough for a youth of sixteen, but absolutely worthless in every other respect. In 1805 Mr. Hunt's brother set up a paper called 'The News, and the poet went to live with him, and write the theatrical criticisms in it. Three years afterwards, they established, in joint-partnership, The Examiner,' a weekly journal conducted with distinguished ability. The poet was more literary than political in his tastes and lucubrations; but unfortunately, he ventured some strictures on the prince regent, terming him a fat Adonis of fifty,' with other personalities, and he was sentenced to two years' imprisonment. The poet's captivity was not without its bright side. He had much of the public sympathy, and his friends-Byron and Moore being of the numberwere attentive in their visits. One of his two rooms on the groundfloor' he converted into a picturesque and poetical study: 'I papered the walls with a trellis of roses; I had the ceiling coloured with clouds and sky; the barred windows were screened with Venetian blinds; and when my bookcases were set up, with their busts and flowers, and a pianoforte made its appearance, perhaps there was not a handsomer room on that side of the water. I took a pleasure, when a stranger knocked at the door, to see him come in and stare about him. The surprise on issuing from the Borough, and passing through the avenues of a jail, was dramatic. Charles Lamb declared there was no other such room except in a fairy tale. But I had another surprise, which was a garden. There was a little yard outside railed off from another belonging to the neighbouring ward. This yard I shut in with green pailings, adorned it with a trellis, bordered it with a thick bed of earth from a nursery, and even contrived to have a grass-plot. The earth I filled with flowers and young trees. There was an apple-tree from which we managed to get a pudding the second year. As to my flowers, they were allowed to be perfect. A poet from Derbyshire [Mr. Moore] told me he had seen no such heart's-ease. I bought the 'Parnaso Italiano' while in prison, and used often to think of a passage in it while looking at this miniature piece of horticulture : My little garden, To me thou'rt vineyard, field, and wood, and meadow. Here I wrote and read in fine weather, sometimes under an awning. In autumn, my trellises were hung with scarlet-runners, which added to the flowery investment. I used to shut my eyes in my arm-chair, and affect to think myself hundreds of miles off. But my triumph was in issuing forth of a morning. A wicket out of the garden led into the large one belonging to the prison. The latter was only for vegetables, but it contained a cherry-tree, which I twice saw in blos som. This is so interesting a little picture, and so fine an example of making the most of adverse circumstances, that it should not be omitted in any life of Hunt. The poet, however, was not so well fitted to battle with the world, and apply himself steadily to worldly business, as he was to dress his garden and nurse his poetical fancies. He fell into difficulties, from which he was never afterwards wholly free. On leaving prison, he published his 'Story of Rimini,' an talian tale in verse, containing some exquisite lines and passages. * Lord Byron and Some of his Contemporaries |