On thy distorted root, with hearers none, One man alone, the father of us all, Drew not his life from woman; never gaz'd, With mute unconsciousness of what he saw, On all around him; learn'd not by degrees, Nor ow'd articulation to his ear; But, moulded by his Maker into man At once, upstood intelligent, survey'd All creatures, with precision understood Their purport, uses, properties, assign'd To each his name significant, and, fill'd With love and wisdom, render'd back to Heaven In praise harmonious the first air he drew. He was excus'd the penalties of dull Minority. No tutor charg'd his hand With the thought-tracing quill, or task'd his mind With problems. History, not wanted yet, Lean'd on her elbow, watching Time, whose course, Eventful, should supply her with a theme. THE CAST-AWAY. OBSCUREST night involv'd the sky; No braver chief could Albion boast, He lov'd them both, but both in vain, Not long beneath the whelming brine, But wag'd with death a lasting strife, He shouted; nor his friends had fail'd JAMES BEATTIE. JAMES BEATTIE, an admired poet and a moralist, | priety applied to such a person as he represents, and was born about 1735, in the county of Kincardine, the "Gothic days" in which he is placed are not hisin Scotland. His father was a small farmer, who, torically to be recognized, yet there is great beauty, though living in indigence, had imbibed so much of both moral and descriptive, in the delineation, and the spirit of his country, that he procured for his son perhaps no writer has managed the Spenserian stanza a literary education, first at a parochial school, and with more dexterity and harmony. The second part then at the college of New Aberdeen, in which he of this poem, which contains the maturer part of the entered as a bursar or exhibitioner. In the intervals education of the young bard, did not appear till 1774, of the sessions, James is supposed to have added to and then left the work a fragment. But whatever his scanty pittance by teaching at a country-school. may be the defects of the Minstrel, it possesses beauReturning to Aberdeen, he obtained the situation of ties which will secure it a place among the approved assistant to the master of the principal grammar-productions of the British muse. school, whose daughter he married. From youth he had cultivated a talent for poetry; and in 1760 he ventured to submit the fruit of his studies in this walk to the public, by a volume of "Original Poems and Translations." They were followed, in 1765, by "The Judgment of Paris ;" and these performances, which displayed a familiarity with poetic diction, and harmony of versification, seem to have made him favorably known in his neighborhood. Beattie visited London for the first time in 1771, where he was received with much cordiality by the admirers of his writings, who found equal cause to love and esteem the author. Not long afterwards, the degree of LL. D. was conferred on him by his college at Aberdeen. In 1777 a new edition, by subscription, was published of his "Essay on Truth," to which were added three Essays on subjects of polite literature. In 1783 he published "DisserThe interest of the Earl of Errol acquired for him tations Moral and Critical," consisting of detached the post of professor of moral philosophy and logic essays, which had formed part of a course of lecin the Marischal College of Aberdeen; in which tures delivered by the author as professor. His last capacity he published a work, entitled "An Essay on work was "Evidences of the Christian Religion, the Nature and Immutability of Truth, in opposition briefly and plainly stated,” 2 vols. 1786. His time to Sophistry and Scepticism," 1770. Being written was now much occupied with the duties of his in a popular manner, it was much read, and gained station, and particularly with the education of his the author many admirers, especially among the most distinguished members of the Church of England; and, at the suggestion of Lord Mansfield, he was rewarded with a pension of 2001, from the King's privy-purse. In 1771 his fame was largely extended by the first part of his "Minstrel," a piece the subject of which is the imagined birth and education of a poet. Although the word Minstrel is not with much pro eldest son, a youth of uncommon promise. His death, of a decline, was a very severe trial of the father's fortitude and resignation; and it was followed some years after by that of his younger son. These afflictions, with other domestic misfortunes, entirely broke his spirits, and brought him to his grave at Aberdeen, in August, 1803, in the 68th year of his age. 3S THE MINSTREL; OR, THE PROGRESS OF GENIUS. PREFACE. The design was, to trace the progress of a poetical genius, born in a rude age, from the first dawning of fancy and reason, till that period at which he may be supposed capable of appearing in the world as a Minstrel, that is, as an itinerant poet and musician;-a character which, according to the notions of our forefathers, was not only respectable but sacred. I have endeavored to imitate Spenser in the measure of his verse, and in the harmony, simplicity, and variety of his composition. Antique expressions I have avoided; admitting, however, some old words, where they seemed to suit the subject: but I hope none will be found that are now obsolete, or in any degree not intelligible to a reader of English poetry. While from his bending shoulder, decent hung Fret not thyself, thou glittering child of pride, To those who may be disposed to ask, what could Liberal, not lavish, is kind Nature's hand; Nor was perfection made for man below. Book I. Ан! who can tell how hard it is to climb In life's low vale remote has pined alone, And yet the languor of inglorious days, Then grieve not, thou, to whom th' indulgent Muse Canst thou forego the pure ethereal soul O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Would shrink to hear th' obstreperous trump of The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, Supremely blest, if to their portion fall The rolls of fame I will not now explore; The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven But why should I his childish feats display? team. Th' exploit of strength, dexterity, or speed, His heart, from cruel sport estranged, would bleed By trap, or net; by arrow, or by sling; And sure the sylvan reign unbloody joy might yield. Lo! where the stripling, wrapt in wonder, roves And oft he traced the uplands, to survey, But lo! the Sun appears! and heaven, earth, ocean, smile. Why do the birds, that song and rapture brought See, in the rear of the warm sunny shower And the dead foliage flies in many a shapeless flake. The rainbow brightens to the setting Sun! Where now the rill, melodious, pure, and cool, And meads, with life, and mirth, and beauty crown'd? Ah! see, th' unsightly slime, and sluggish pool, Fond fool, that deem'st the streaming glory nigh, Yet couldst thou learn, that thus it fares with age, When pleasure, wealth, or power, the bosom warm Fled each fair form, and mute each melting sound,This baffled hope might tame thy manhood's rage, And disappointment of her sting disarm. When the long-sounding curfew from afar Or blast that shrieks by fits the shuddering isles along Or, when the setting Moon, in crimson dyed, Anon in view a portal's blazon'd arch With merriment, and song, and timbrels clear, Let man's own sphere," said he, "confine his view, And loud enlivening strains provoke the dance. Be man's peculiar work his sole delight." "And from the prayer of Want, and plaint of Woe, O never, never turn away thine ear! Forlorn, in this bleak wilderness below, They meet, they dart away, they wheel askance; : Of tapers, gems, and gold, the echoing forests blaze The dream is fled. Proud harbinger of day, Ah! what were man, should Heaven refuse to hear? Fell chanticleer! who oft hath reft away To others do (the law is not severe) What to thyself thou wishest to be done. My fancied good, and brought substantial ill' |