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THE REV. WILLIAM CROWE. WILLIAM CROWE (circa 1746–1829) was the son of a carpenter at Winchester, and was admitted upon the foundation as a poor scholar. He was transferred to New College, Oxford, and was elected Fellow in 1773. He rose to be Professor of Poetry and Public Orator, holding at the same time the valuable rectory of Alton Barnes. Crowe was author of 'Lewesdon Hill' (1786), a descriptive poem in blank verse, and of various other pieces. Several editions of his ‘Poems' have been published, the latest in 1827. There is poetry of a very high order in the works of Crowe, though it has never been popular,
Wreck of the · Halsewell,' East Indiaman.
The Miseries of War. From "Verses intended to have been spoken in the Theatre of Oxford, on the In stallation of the Duke of Portland as Chancellor of the University.'
If the stroke of war
The Aalsevoeli. Captain Pierce. was wrecked in January 1786, having struck on the rocks near Seacombe, on the island of Purbeck, between Peverel Point and St. Alban's Head. All the passengers perished; but out of 240 souls on board, 74 were saved. Seven interesting and accomplished young ladies (two of them daughters of the captain) were among the drowned.
To twine fresh wreaths around the conqueror's brow:
CHARLOTTE SMITH. Several ladies cultivated poetry with success at this time. Among these was MRS. CHARLOTTE SMITH (whose admirable prose fictions will afterwards be noticed). She was the daughter of Mr. Turner of Stoke House, in Surrey, and born on the 4th of May 1749. She was remarkable for precocity of talents, and for a lively playful humour that shewed itself in conversation, and in compositions both in prose and verse. Being early deprived of her mother, she was carelessly though expensively educated, and introduced into society at a very early age. Her father having decided on a second marriage, the friends of the young and admired poetess endeavoured to establish her in life, and she was induced to accept the hand of Mr. Smith, the son and partner of a rich West India merchant. The husband was twenty-one years of age, and his wife fifteen! This rash union was productive of mutual discontent and misery. Mr. Smith was careless and extravagant, business was neglected, and his father dying, left a will so complicated and voluminous that no two lawyers understood it in the same sense. Law-suits and embarrassments were therefore the portion of this ill-starred pair for all their after-lives. Mr. Smith was ultimately forced to sell the greater part of his property, after he had been thrown into prison, and his faithful wife had shared with him the misery and discomfort of his confinement. After an unhappy union of twenty-three years, Mrs. Smith separated from her busband, and, taking a cottage near Chichester, applied herself to her literary occupations with cheerful assiduity, supplying to her children the duties of both parents. In eight months she completed her novel of ‘Emmeline,' published in 1788. In the following year appeared another novel from her pen, entitled “Ethelinde;' and in 1791, a third under the name of Celestina.' She imbibed the opinions of the French Revolution, and embodied them in a romance entitled “Desmond.' This work arrayed against her many of her friends and readers, but she regained the public favour by her tale, the Old Manor-house,' which is the best of her novels. Part of this work was written at Eartham, the residence of Hayley, during the period of Cowper's visit to that poetical retreat. It was delightful,' says Hayley, 'to hear her read what she had just written, for she read, as she wrote, with simplicity and grace. Cowper was also astonished at the rapidity and excellence of her composition. Mrs Smith continued her literary labours amidst private and family distress. She wrote a valuable little compendium for children, under the title of Conversations; A History of British Birds;' a descriptive poem on ‘Beachy Head,' &c. She died at Tilford, 'near Farnham, on the 28th of October 1806. The poetry of Mrs. Smith is elegant and sentimental, and generally of a pathetic cast.
Sonnets. - On the Departure of the Nightingale.
Farewell, soft minstrel of the early year!
And pour thy music on the night's dull ear.
Or whether silent in our groves you dwell,
And still protect the song she loves so well.
Through the lone brake that shades thy mossy nest;
The gentle bird who sings of pity best :
Written at the Close of Spring.
Each simple flower, which she had nursed in dew,
The primrose wan, and harebell mildly blue.
Or purple orchis variegate the plain,
And dress with humid hands her wreaths again.
Are the fond visions of thy early day,
Bid all thy fairy colours fade away!
Rest for a moment of the sultry hours,
Pluck the wild rose or woodbine's gadding flowers;
The sense of sorrow he a while may lose ;
So charmed my way with friendship and the Muse,
Dark with new clouds of evil yet to come:
so have I sought tway with friendshy day,
Her pencil sickening Fancy throws away,
And weary Hope reclines upon the tomb,
Where the pale spectre Care pursues no more! Recollections of English Scenery.-From' Beachy Head.
Haunts of my youth !
Advancing higher still,
Where woods of ash and beach,
MISS BLAMIRE. Miss SUSANNA BLAMIRE (1747-1794), a Cumberland lady, was distinguished for the excellence of her Scottish poetry, which has all the idiomatic ease and grace of a native minstrel. Miss Blamire was born of a respectable family in Cumberland, at Cardew Hall, near Carlisle, where she resided till her twentieth year, beloved by a circle of friends and acquaintance, with whom she associated in what were called merry neets, or merry evening-parties, in her native district. Her sister becoming the wife of Colonel Graham of Duchray, Perthshire, Susanna accompanied the pair to Scotland, where she remained some years, and imbibed that taste for Scottish melody and music which prompted her beautiful lyrics, The Nabob,' The. Siller Croun,' &c. She also wrote some pieces in the Cumbrian dialect, and a descriptive poem of some length, entitled 'Stocklewath, or the Cumbrian Village.' Miss Blamire died unmarried at Carlisle, in her forty-seventh year, and her name had almost faded from remembrance, when, in 1842, her poetical works were collected and published in one volume, with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell.
The Nabob. When silent time, wi’ lightly foot, Some penny chiels, a new-sprung race Had trod on thirty years,
Wad next their welcome pay, I sought again my native land
Wha shuddered at my Gothic wa's, Wi' mony hopes and fears.
And wished my groves away. Wha kens gin the dear friends I left
Cut, cut,' they cried, those aged elms; May still continue mine?
Lay low yon mournfu' pine.' Or gin I e'er again shall taste
Na! na! our fathers' names grow there, The joys I left langsyne?.
Memorials o' langsyne.