translated the Iliad, with a high degree of success. He wrote a number of hymns, that are highly prized as aids to Christian worship. He died in 1800, having survived by two years his faithful friend and guardian, Mary Unwin. Characterization The nature of Cowper's works makes us peculiarly identify the poet and the man in perusing them. As an individual, he was retired and weaned from the vanities of the world; and as an original writer, he left the ambitious and luxuriant subjects of fiction and passion for those of real life and simple nature, and for the development of his own earnest feelings in behalf of moral and religious truth. His language has such a masculine, idiomatic strength, and his manner, whether he rises into grace or falls into negligence, has so much plain and familiar freedom, that we read no poetry with a deeper conviction of its sentiments having come from the author's heart; and of the enthusiasm, in whatever he describes, having been unfeigned and unexaggerated. He impresses us with the idea of a being whose fine spirit had been long enough in the mixed society of the world to be polished by its intercourse, and yet withdrawn so soon as to retain an unworldly degree of purity and simplicity. THOMAS CAMPBELL. Tirocinium, a Latin word, signifies the first military service, or the first campaign, of a young soldier. Cowper's "Tirocinium" is perhaps the most powerful arraignment of schools that has ever been made in any nation or age. Cowper's preface to a book of his poems refers to the "Tirocinium" in the following words: "In the poem on the subject of education, he [the author] would be very sorry to stand suspected of having aimed his censure at any particular school. His objections are such as naturally apply themselves to schools in general. If there were not, as for the most part there is, willful neglect in those who manage them, and an omission even of such discipline as they are susceptible of, the objects are yet too numerous for minute attention; and the aching hearts of ten thousand parents, mourning under the bitterest of disappointments, attest the truth of the allegation. His quarrel, therefore, is with the mischief at large, and not with any particular instance of it." Though written by the greatest English poet of his time, and by one of the most truthful of men, the descriptions are probably exaggerated as applied even to the schools of Cowper's time. Moreover, the remedy he proposes the general substitution of private instruction for that of schools-is fallacious, and contrary to our ideas of public policy. The poem serves a valuable purpose, however, as a warning to all who have in charge the training of youth. Tirocinium; or, a Review of Schools 1785 To the Rev. William Cawthorne Unwin, rector of Stock in Essex, the tutor of his two sons, the following poem recommending private tuition in preference to an education at school, is inscribed by his affectionate friend. WILLIAM COWPER. OLNEY, November 6th, 1784. It is not from his form, in which we trace For her, the memory fills her ample page The wisdom of great nations now no more, For her, the judgment, umpire in the strife Condemns, approves, and, with a faithful voice, Why did the fiat of a God give birth To yon fair Sun and his attendant Earth? And when, descending, he resigns the skies, Why takes the gentler Moon her turn to rise, Whom Ocean feels, through all his countless waves, And owns her power on every shore he laves? Why do the seasons still enrich the year, Fruitful and young as in their first career? Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rocked in the cradle of the western breeze; Summer in haste the thriving charge receives, Beneath the shade of her expanded leaves, Till Autumn's fiercer heats and plenteous dews Dye them at last in all their glowing hues.— 'Twere wild profusion all, and bootless waste, Power misemployed, munificence misplaced, Had not its Author dignified the plan, And crowned it with the majesty of man. Thus formed, thus placed, intelligent and taught, Look where he will, the wonders God has wrought, The wildest scorner of his Maker's laws Finds in a sober moment time to pause, To press the important question on his heart, "Why form'd at all, and wherefore as thou art?" If man be what he seems, this hour a slave, The next, mere dust and ashes in the grave; Endued with reason only to descry His crimes and follies with an aching eye; Truths that the learned pursue with eager thought But truths on which depend our main concern, Down to the sunset of their latest day, Were all that Heaven required of human kind, And all the plan their destiny designed, What none could reverence all might justly blame, And man would breathe but for his Maker's shame. But reason heard, and nature well perused, At once the dreaming mind is disabused. 'Tis plain, the creature whom he chose to invest This once believed, 'twere logic misapplied In early days the conscience has, in most, What friends we sort with, or what books we read, Our parents yet exert a prudent care To feed our infant minds with proper fare, And wisely store the nursery by degrees With wholesome learning, yet acquired with ease. Through moral narrative, or sacred text, And learn with wonder how this world began, Who made, who marred, and who has ransomed man; |