The poet subsequently altered Rimini' considerably, but without improving it. He set up a small weekly paper, The Indicator,' on a plan of the periodical essayists, which was well received. He also gave to the world two small volumes of poetry, 'Foliage,' and 'The Feast of the Poets.' In 1822, Mr. Hunt went to Italy to reside with Lord Byron, and to establish The Liberal,' a crude and violent melange of poetry and politics, both in the extreme of liberalism. This connection was productive of mutual disappointment and disgust. 'The Liberal' did not sell; Byron's titled and aristocratic friends cried out against so plebeian a partnership; and Hunt found that the noble poet, to whom he was indebted in a pecuniary sense, was cold, sarcastic, and worldly-minded. Still more unfortunate was it that Hunt should afterwards have written the work 'Lord Byron and Some of his Contemporaries' (1828), in which his disappointed feelings found vent, and their expression was construed into ingratitude. His life was spent in struggling with influences contrary to his nature and poetical temperament. In 1835, he produced Captain Sword and Captain Pen -a poetical denunciation of war. In 1840, he greeted the birth of the Princess-royal with a copy of verses, from which we extract some pleasing lines: Nor the lace that wraps thy chin, No, nor for thy rank a pin. Nor dost thou know thy very mother's Though thy small blind eyes pursue it; In the same year Hunt brought out a drama, 'A_Legend of Florence,' and in 1842 a narrative poem, "The Palfrey.' His poetry, generally, is marked by a profusion of imagery, of sprightly fancy, and animated description. Some quaintness and affectation in his style and manner fixed upon him the name of a Cockney poet; but his studies had lain chiefly in the elder writers, and he imitated with success the lighter and more picturesque parts of Chaucer aud Spenser. Boccaccio, and the gay Italian authors, appear also to have been among his favourites. His prose essays have been collected and published under the title of The Indicator and the Companion, a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside. They are deservedly popular-full of literary anecdote, poetical feeling, and fine sketches both of town and country life. Other prose works were published by Hunt, including Sir Ralph Esher,' a novel (1844); The Town' (1848); 'Autobiography and Reminiscences' (1850); The Religion of the Heart' (1853); Biographical and Critical Notices of Wycherley, Congreve, Vanbrugh, and Farquhar' (1855); 'The Old Court Suburb' (1855); with several volumes of selections, sketches, and critical comments. The egotism of the author is undisguised; but in all Hunt's writings, his peculiar tastes and romantic fancy, his talk of books and flowers, and his love of the domestic virtues and charities-though he had too much imagination for his judgment in the serious matters of life-impart a particular interest and pleasure to his personal disclosures. In 1847, the crown bestowed a pension of £200 a year on the veteran poet. He died August 28, 1859. His son, Thornton Hunt, published a selection from his Correspondence' (1862). May Morning at Ravenna. -From Rimini.' The sun is up, and 'tis a morn of May, Round old Ravenna's clear-shewn towers and bay,' And all the scene, in short-sky, earth, and sea, The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks and snatches up and down, Of leafy roads, at every turn are seen; And the far ships, lifting their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scattered light, And chase the whistling brine, and swirl into the bay. Of expectation and a bustling crowd. With feet and voice the gathering hum contends, Description of a Fountain.-From Rimini.' And ever and anon, over the road, The last few leaves came fluttering from the trees, And hour and hour went by, and nought was heard A voice of chanting rose, and, as it spread, It was the choristers who went to meet The train, and now were entering the first street. And in their lifted hands the gushing sorrow rolled. To keep the window, when the train drew near; The bier approaching, slow and steadily, They say that when Duke Guido saw them come, To T. L. H., Six Years Old, during a Sickness. Sleep breathes at last from out thee, And balmy rest about thee I sit me down, and think Yet almost wish, with sudden shrink, Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy heart, in pain and weakness, The little trembling hand These, these are things that may deand Sorrows I've had, severe ones, And calmly 'midst my dear ones But when thy fingers press Ah! first-born of thy mother, When life and hope were new, My light, where'er I My hand-in-hand companion-no, My prayers shall hold thee round. To say 'He has departed ' 'His voice his face is gone;'- Ah, I could not endure Yes, still he's fixed, and sleeping! Dirge. B'est is the turf, serenely biest, Something divine and dim There shall no vain ambition come To breathe his idle whispers there! To the Grasshopper and the Cricket. Catching your heart up at the feel of June, O sweet and tiny cousins, that belong, One to the fields, the other to the hearth, Both have your sunshine; both, though small, are strong Abou Ben Adhem and the Angel. Abou Ben Adhem-may his tribe increase!- Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, 'What writest thou?' The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered: The names of those who love the Lord.' Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerily still; and said: 'I pray thee, then, The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And shewed the names whom love of God had blest, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. The above striking little narrative poem is taken from the 'Bibliothe que Orientale' of D'Herbelot. JOHN CLARE. JOHN CLARE, one of the most truly uneducated of English poets, and one of the best of our rural describers, was born at Helpstone, village near Peterborough, in 1793, His parents were peasants-his father a helpless cripple and a pauper. John obtained some education by his own extra work as a ploughboy; from the labour of eight weeks he generally acquired as many pence as paid for a month's schooling. At thirteen years of age he met with Thomson's 'Seasons,' and hoarded up a shilling to purchase a copy. At day-break on a spring morning he walked to the town of Stamford-six or seven miles offto make the purchase, and had to wait some time till the shops were opened. This is a fine trait of boyish enthusiasm, and of the struggles of youthful genius. Returning to his native village with the precious purchase, as he walked through the beautiful scenery of Burghley Park, he composed his first piece of poetry, which he called the Morning Walk.' This was soon followed by the Evening Walk,' and some other pieces. A benevolent exciseman instructed the young poet in writing and arithmetic, and he continued his obscure but ardent devotion to his rural muse. In 1817, while working at Bridge Casterton, in Rutlandshire, he resolved on risking the publication of a volume. By hard working day and night, he got a pound ɛaved, that he might have a prospectus printed. This was accordingly done, and a 'Collection of Original Trifles' was announced to subscribers, the price not to exceed 3s. 6d. 'I distributed my papers,' he says; ‘but as I could get at no way of pushing them into higher circles than those with whom I was acquainted, they consequently passed off as quietly as if they had still been in my possession, unprinted and unseen.' Only seven subscribers came forward! One of these prospectuses, however, led to an acquaintance with Mr. Edward Drury, bookseller, Stamford, and through this gentleman the poems were published by Messrs. Taylor and Hessey, London, who purchased them from Clare for £20. The volume was brought out in January, 1820, with an interesting well-written_introduction, and bearing the title, 'Poems Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery, by John Clare, a Northamptonshire Peasant.' The attention of the public was instantly awakened to the circumstances and the merits of Clare. The magazines and reviews were unanimous in his favour In a short time he was in possession of a little fortune. The late Earl Fitzwilliam sent £100 to his publishers, which, with the like sum advanced by them, was laid out in the purchase of stock; the Marquis of Exeter allowed him an annuity of fifteen guineas for life; the Earl of Spencer a further annuity of £10, and various contributions were received from other noblemen and gentlemen, so that the poet had a permanent allowance of £30 per annum. He married his 'Patty of the Vale,' 'the rosebud in humble life,' the daughter of a neighbouring farmer; and in his native cottage at Helpstone, with his aged and infirm parents and his young wife by his side-all proud of his now rewarded and successful genius-Clare basked in the sunshine of a poetical felicity. The writer of this recollects with melancholy pleasure paying a visit to the poet at this genial season in company with one of his publishers. The humble dwelling wore an air of comfort and contented happiness, Shelves |