Onward, in haste, Llewelyn passed, He called his child-no voice replied- But nowhere found his child. 'Hell-hound! my child's by thee devoured,' The frantic father cried; And to the hilt his vengeful sword His suppliant looks, as prone he fell, But still his Gêlert's dying yell Aroused by Gêlert's dying yell, Some slumberer wakened nigh: The cherub boy he kissed. Nor scathe had he, nor harm, nor dread, Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead, Ah, what was then Llewelyn's pain! His gallant hound the wolf had slain Vain, vain was all Llewelyn's woe; The frantic blow which laid thee low And there he hung his horn and spear, In fancy's ear he oft would hear And, till great Snowden's rocks grow old, The Visionary. When midnight o'er the moonless skies Her pall of transient death has spread, When mortals sleep, when spectres rise, And nought is wakeful but the dead: No bloodless shape my way pursues, No sheeted ghost my couch annoys; Visions more sad my fancy views, Visions of long-departed joys! The shade of youthful hope is there, That lingered long, and latest died; Ambition all dissolved to air, With phantom honours by his side. What empty shadows glimmer nigh? They once were Friendship, Truth, and Love! Since lifeless to my heart ye prove! These last two verses Sir Walter Scott, who knew and esteemed Spencer, quotes in his diary as fine lines' expressing his own feelings amidst the wreck of his fortunes at Abbotsford. A Memoir of Spencer was prefixed to a volume of his poems reprinted in 1835. Francis Wrangham (1769–1842), son of a Yorkshire farmer, studied at Cambridge, and became an accomplished classic, English poet, and miscellaneous writer. With Basil Montagu's assistance he took in pupils at his Surrey curacy, issuing an elaborate scheme of study which led Sir James Mackintosh to say: 'A boy thus educated will be a walking encyclopædia;' he was ultimately Archdeacon of the East Riding of Yorkshire and Prebendary of Chester. The thirty-six publications by him named in the Dictionary of National Biography comprise Latin poems, English poems, songs; translations from Aristophanes, Virgil, Horace, Petrarch; sermons, books on the evidences of Christianity, and the English version commonly printed of Milton's second Defensio. Sir John Malcolm (1769-1833) was born at Burnfoot near Langholm, and at thirteen entered the Madras army; distinguished himself at Seringapatam (1799) and in the wars with the Pindaris and Holkar; and besides holding minor political appointments in Mysore, the Deccan, &c., was thrice ambassador to Persia in 1800-10, and Governor of Bombay (1827-30). In 1812-17 and again in 1822-30 he was in England, being knighted in 1812; in due time he became G.C.B.; and having entered Parliament in 1831, opposed the Reform Bill. Several of his works became standard authorities: A History of Persia (1815), Memoir of Central India (1823), Political History of India, 1784-1823 (1826), Sketches in Persia (1827), and Life of Clive (1836). A Life of him was written by Kaye (1856). James Montgomery (1771-1854) was born at Irvine in Ayrshire, the son of a Moravian pastor, who from Ireland went to Barbadoes in 1783, and there died. The boy had in 1777 been sent to the Moravian school at Fulneck near Leeds, and, after ten dreamy years there, was put apprentice to a grocer at Mirfield. In his sixteenth year, with 3s. 6d. in his pocket, he ran away from Mirfield, and, after some suffering, became a shop-boy in the village of Wath. He next tried London, carrying with him a collection of his poems, but failed to obtain a publisher. In 1792 he was clerk in a newspaper office in Sheffield; four years later he became editor of the Sheffield Iris, a weekly journal, which he conducted on Liberal lines and in a kindly spirit till 1825. But his course did not always run smooth. In January 1795 he was tried for having struck off a broadsheet ballad by a Belfast clergyman on the demolition of the Bastille; it was really his predecessor who had printed it, but Montgomery was sentenced to three months' imprisonment in York Castle, and a fine of £20. In January 1796, tried for a paragraph in his paper on the conduct of a magistrate in quelling a riot at Sheffield, he was again convicted, and sentenced to six months' imprisonment and a fine of £30. The Wanderer of Switzerland, and other Poems JAMES MONTGOMERY. From an Engraving after Chantrey. (1806), dealing with the French occupation, was his first poem to catch the public ear, and speedily went through two editions; his publishers had just issued a third, when the Edinburgh Review of January 1807 denounced the unfortunate volume in a style of such authoritative reprobation as no mortal verse could be expected to survive,' and prophesied immediate oblivion for the author and all his works. Nevertheless a score of editions of what is admittedly a feeble poem appeared: a lyric in it, 'The Grave,' has been always recognised as one of his best things; both Blackwood and Byron commended it. The West Indies (1809), written (in heroic couplets) in honour of the abolition of the slave-trade, is an eloquent, sincere, and tender expression of the kindlier sentiment of the time. Prison Amusements he had written during his nine months' confinement in York Castle. The World before the Flood, a more elaborate poem in ten cantos, describes with much energy and with frequent touches of real human interest the antediluvian patriarchs in their happy valley, the invasion of Eden by the descendants of Cain, the loves of Javan and Zillah, the translation of Enoch, and the final deliverance of the little band o patriarchal families from the giants. Thoughts on Wheels (1817) was a verse denunciation of State lotteries; and The Climbing Boy's Soliloquies, also in verse, was levelled by him and others against the cruel practice of sending boys up chimneys. Greenland (1819), a poem in five cantos, dealing with the Ancient Moravian Church, its revival in the eighteenth century, and its missions to Greenland, secured favour even outside devout circles both by descriptive power and narrative interest. Montgomery's only other long poem, The Pelican Island, in nine cantos of blank verse, was suggested by a passage in Captain Flinders's voyage to Terra Australis, describing the ancient haunts of the pelican on the small islands off the Australian coast. He wrote also a number of short pieces published in periodicals, short translations from Dante and Petrarch, and many hymns which have found wide acceptance, such as 6 Go to dark Gethsemane,' 'For ever with the Lord,' 'Songs of praise the angels sang,' 'Hail to the Lord's anointed,' 'According to thy gracious word,' and 'Pour out thy spirit from on high.' Dr John Julian computes that about a hundred of his hymns are still in common use. His selection of hymns, with introduction and notes, called The Christian Psalmist (1825), has been said to have laid the foundation of scientific hymnology. In 1830 and 1831 he delivered a course of lectures at the Royal Institution on Poetry and General Literature, published in 1833. A pension of £150, conferred at the instance of Sir Robert Peel in 1835, he enjoyed till his death, at eighty-three, in 1854 Montgomery was a warm-hearted, earnest, good man, a philanthropist universally esteemed, but was great neither as a thinker nor as a poet. His later poems, just touched by Shelley's influence instead of Campbell's, are decidedly better than his earlier. The longer ones are too long, and tediously didactic, though relieved here and there by admirable descriptive passages. 'Conscience, the bosom-hell of guilty man;' 'Where justice reigns, 'tis freedom to obey;' and the like fragments quoted from him, are rather ethical maxims than poetical thoughts. Many of his shorter pieces and lyrics are really fine, but his following was always mainly amongst those who sympathised most heartily with his theological views and prized his works for their religious tone and ethical teaching. He did not overestimate his own powers as a poet, and frankly anticipated that none of his poems would live-'except perhaps a few of my hymns.' He was apparently a true prophet; save for the hymns and a few selections, he is even now hardly read or remembered. From 'Greenland.' 'Tis sunset; to the firmament serene Through which the evening-star, with milder gleam, O'er rocks, seas, islands, promontories spread, On which the sun, beyond the horizon shrined, Down to the dust; mountains themselves are worn A monument; where every flake that falls Hark! through the calm and silence of the scene, Slow, solemn, sweet, with many a pause between, Celestial music swells along the air! No! 'tis the evening-hymn of praise and prayer Now heard from Shetland's azure bound-are known When, by the Almighty Father's high decree, Then to his eye, whose instant glance pervades They sleep; but memory wakes; and dreams array Night in a lively masquerade of day; The land they seek, the land they leave behind, Strange scenes, strange men; untold, untried distress; On shore, at sea, by fire, by flood, by storm; 'Tis morn: the bathing moon her lustre shrouds ; Light as a flake of foam upon the wind, Put out a tier of oars on either side, My fellow-being, like myself alive. Entranced in contemplation, vague yet sweet, It closed, sunk, dwindled to a point, then nothing; Of dew-drops round its evanescent form, Aspirations of Youth. Higher, higher, will we climb, Up the mount of glory, That our names may live through time In our country's story; Happy, when her welfare calls, Deeper, deeper, let us toil In the mines of knowledge; Nature's wealth and learning's spoil, Win from school and college; Delve we there for richer gems Than the stars of diadems. Onward, onward, will we press Through the path of duty; Virtue is true happiness, Excellence true beauty. Closer, closer, then we knit Nearer, dearer bands of love The Common Lot. Once, in the flight of ages past, Unknown the region of his birth, The land in which he died unknown: That joy, and grief, and hope, and fear, The bounding pulse, the languid limb, He suffered-but his pangs are o'er ; He loved-but whom he loved the grave He saw whatever thou hast seen; The rolling seasons, day and night, To him exist in vain. The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye That once their shades and glory threw, Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew. The annals of the human race, Their ruins, since the world began, Prayer. Prayer is the soul's sincere desire The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the simplest form of speech Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air; His watchword at the gates of death: And say, 'Behold, he prays!' Nor prayer is made on earth alone: O Thou, by whom we come to God, There is a land, of every land the pride, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, While in his softened looks benignly blend The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend. Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife, Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life! In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? Art thou a man?—a patriot ?—look around; Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home! Montgomery's works, in four volumes, were published in 1851, and continued to be occasionally reprinted; and portentous Memoirs were published by his friends Holland and Everett (7 vols. 1854-56). Thomas Hope (1770?-1831), the author of Anastasius, was one of three brothers, merchantprinces of Amsterdam, whose Scottish ancestor settled in Holland in the seventeenth century. When a young man he studied architecture as a profession, and spent some years sketching buildings in Egypt, Greece, Syria, Turkey, Sicily, and Spain. On the French occupation of Holland, he settled in London, purchased a town house and a country mansion (Deepdene, near Dorking), which he decorated with magnificence; and in his splendid galleries he collected sculptures, vases, antiques, and pictures. In 1807 he published a folio volume of drawings and descriptions of Household Furniture and Decorations. The ambitious style, and the author's then quite eccentric devotion to the forms of chairs, sofas, couches, and tables, provoked a witty piece of ridicule in the Edinburgh Review; Byron jeered at him as a house-furnisher. But Hope had his revenge; through his efforts a change of taste observably gained ground. Two other splendid publications, The Costume of the Ancients (1809) and Designs of Modern Costumes (1812) show wide knowledge and curious research. In 1819 Hope dawned on society as a novelist of the first order. He had studied human nature as well as architecture and costume, and his travels had brought him into close contact with men of various creed and race. The result was Anastasius, or Memoirs of a Modern Greek, written at the close of the Eighteenth Century, in three volumes, anonymously published as a veritable history. credited to Byron and others, and the idea of Hope's authorship was ridiculed till he expressly announced in Blackwood that it was his. And then Hope, from being reputed a learned upholsterer or clever draftsman, was at once elevated into a rivalry with Byron as a painter of foreign scenery and manners, and with Le Sage and the other masters of the picaresque novel. The author, turning from fiction to philosophy, wrote next On the Origin and Prospects of Man; and amidst his paradoxes, unorthodox conceits, and abstruse speculations are many original suggestions and eloquent disquisi It was |