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might fit it for the Aage, and receive the profits on his account. This proposal he rejected with the utmost contempt; and soon after returned to Bristol, on his way to London : but, meeting with a repetition of the same kind treatment he had before found there, he was tempted to stay, till he tired out the generosity of his friends; and his irregular behaviour grew troublefomc. Distress stole upon him by imperceptible degrees. To complete his misery, on the roth of January 1742-3, he was arrested for a debt of about eight pounds, which he owed at a coffeehouse; and conducted to the house of a theriff's officer, where he remained for some time" at an immense expence,” in hopes of procuring bail; and, at length, was removed to Newgate.

The expence of living at the officer's house he was enabled to support, by the generosity of Mr. Nash at Bath, who, upon hearing of his misfortune, sent him five guineas.

He was treated by Mr. Dagge, the keeper of the prison, with great humanity; was supported by him at his own table, had a room to himself, was allowed to fand at the door of the prison, and sometimes taken out into the fields.

He employed himself in this hospitable prison, in writing a satirical poem, called London and Briftal Delineated; which he left unfinished.

When he had been about six months in prison, he received a letter from Pope, who yet continued to remit him his subscription, containing a charge of very atrocious ingratitude, founded on a complaint which he was supposed to have made to Henley. He returned a very folema protestation of his innocence; but, however, appeared much disturbed at the accusation.

In a few days after, he was seized with a disorder, which at first was not suspected to be dangerons; but growing daily more languid and dejected, at last a fever seized his spirits, and he expired on the ist of August 1743, in the 46th year of his age. He was buried in the church-yard of St. Peter, at the expence of the keeper.

Thus lived, and thus died this unfortunate poet ; leaving behind him an example of the most remarkable combination of virtues and vices, weaknesses and abilities, that is to be found in the records of biography.

The infelicity of his fate has been a frequent subject of lamentation with succeeding poets; and very lately by William Preston, Esq., an eminent poet of a neighbouring kingdom, in an elegant and pathetic “ Epihle to a Young Gentleman, on his having addicted himself to the study of Poetry."

He, too, that gloried in a Baftard's name,
The patient pupil of reproach and shame
Nor father's smile, nor mother's tender tears,
Cheer'd the fad cradle of his tender years !
Lo! time for him prepares the scorns and whips,
And steeps in poverty beyond the lips---
Oh Savage! doubly born of noble kind,
And tentold noble in ch'exalted mind :
Wane, fear, and calumny, for thee combin'd,
And biood oppreslive clings around thy mind:
Oft to themselves their


che wretched owe,
Bue Savage! thine from crimes of others flow.
What denions steel a shameless woman's bread :
Maternal fury, wilt thou never rest?
With vilert falsehoods, every fiend-like art,
The human harpy rends his bleeding heart.
Unwearied hate the curse of being gave,
Pursued through life, and funk him to the grave,
Oh, Savage! curs'd with elegant dcfires,
Th' ennobled nature, the poetic firus;

Thy roving wishes spread th' unwearicd wing,
Their sad returns of misery to bring.
No peaceful olive proves their wand'rings past;
But noxious herbs and fruits of bitter tatte.
In dreary prospect, dire existence lies
Where crowding sorrows, woes on woes arise ;
The murder'd hopes, departed faith of friends ; '
And mildest death, the long perspective eods.
Alas! what joy thy parting moment smooth'd,
By Pope embitter'd, by a jailor footh's.
Serange comforter: he cheer'd thy prison's gloom,
He gave thy relics to the decent tomb.".

Savage was of a middle fature, of a thin habit of body, a long visage, coarse features, and melancholy aspet, of a grave and manly deportment, a solemn dignity of mien, but which, upon a nearer acquaintance, softened into an engaging easiness of manners. His walk was low, and his voice tremulous and mournful. He was easily excited to smiles, but very seldom provoked to laughter.

Of his character, the most friking peculiarities have been displayed in the relation of his life. He was undoubtedly a man of excellent parts; and had he received the advantages of a liberal education, and had his natural talents been cultivated to the best advantage, he might have made a reSpectable figure in life. He was happy in an agreeable temper, and a lively flow of wit, which made his company much coveted: nor was his judgment both of writings and of men inferior to his wit ; but he was too much a Nave to his passions, and his passions were too easily excited.

He was warm in his friendships, but implacable in his enmity; and his greatelt fault, which is indeed the greatest of all faults, was ingratitude. Vanity, the most innocent species of pride, was most frequently predominant ; and his veracity was often questioned, and not without reason.

His poetical works, dispersed in magazines and fugitive publications, were collected and publishcd by T. Evans, bookseller, in 2 vols., 8vo, 1771. His second tragedy, on the subject of the first, was found among Mr. Cave's papers, many years after his death, and fitted for the stage by Mr. William Woodfall, with the allistance of Mr. Garrick and Mr. Colman, and exhibited at Covent-garden, in 1777, with applause.

As a poet, the compositions of Savage amply establish his fame. The Wanderer, the greatest effort of his poetical genius, is a work of uncommon merit. It abounds with trong representations of nature, and just observations upon life. Most of the pi&ures have an evident cendeacy to illuftrate his first great position, “ That good is the consequence of evil,” which verges towards the latitudinarianism of Mandeville. The terrific portrait of Suicide deserves particular commendation. It has been obje&ed to The Wanderer, with some degree of justice, that the disposition of the parts is irregular ; that the design is obscure, and the plan perplexed; that the images, however beautiful, fucceed each other without order; and that the whole performance is not so much a regular fabric, as a heap of shining materials thrown together by accident, which strike rather with the solemn magnificence of a stupenduous ruin, than the elegant grandeur of a finished pile.

The Bafard is a vigorous and spirited performance: The vivacious Callies of thought in the beginning, when he makes a pompous enumeration of the imaginary advantages of base birth, and the pathetic sentiments at the end, where he recounts the real calamities which he suffered by the crime of his parents, are chiefly remarkable.

The poem of Public Spirit is not so diligently laboured, por fo successfully finished as TI: Wanderer. The plan is very extensive, and comprises a multitude of topics; but he passes negligently over many public works, which deserved to be more elabora:ely treated.

The settlement of colonies in uninhabited countries, is recommended with all the ornaments of verse, and all the tenderness of humanity and benevolence. He asserts the natural equality of maskind, and endeavours to suppress that pride which inclines men to suppose, that right is the coo. sequence of power.

The Triumph of Mirth and Health, is remarkable not only for the gaiety of the ideas, and the me. lody of the numbers, but for the agreeable fi&ion upon which it is formed. Among his smaller pieces, The Employment of Beauty, The Friend, The Genius of Liberty, Valentine's Day, and tbe Poem Sacred to the memory of her late Majesty, deserve particular commendation.

“ As an author,” says Dr. Johnson, “ if one piece, which he had resolved to suppress, be excepted, Savage has very little to fear from the stridest moral or religious cenfure. And though he may noe be altogether fecure against the objections of the critic, it must however be acknowledged, that his works are the produ&ion of a genius truly poetical, and what many writers, who have been more lavishly applauded, cannot boaft, that they have an original air, which has no resemblance of any foregning writer ; that the versification and sentiments have a calt peculiar to themselves, which no man can imitate with success; because, what was nature in Savage, would be in another affe&tation. It must be confessed that his descriptions are itriking, his images animated, his fictions truly imagined, and his allegories artfully pursued; that his diction is elevated, though sometimes forced; and his numbers funorous and majestice, though frequently fluggish and encumbered. Of his style, the general fault is harshness, and its general excellence is dignity: of his sentiments, the prevailing beauty is fimplicity, and uniformity the prevading defc9."

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manner most humane and active; that to forgive JOHN LORD VISCOUNT TYRCONNET,

injuries, and confer benefits, is your delight; and

that to deserve your friendship is to deserve tho BARON CHARLEVILLE, AND LORD BROWNLOWE, countenance of the best of men. To be admitted

into the honour of your Lordship's conversation

(permit me to speak but justice) is to be elegantly MY LORD,

introduced into the most instructive, as well as enPart of this poem had the honour of your Lord tertaining parts of literature; it is to be furnished thip’s perasal when in manuscript; and it was no with the finest observations upon human nature, small pride to me, when it met with approbation and to receive, from the most unassuming, sweet, from fo distinguishing a judge: should the rest and winning candour, the worthiest and most pofind the like indulgence, I shall have no occasion lite maxims---fuch as are always enforced by the (whatever its fuccefs may be in the world) to re actions of your own life. I could also take notice pent the labour it has cost me, But my intention of your many public-spirited services to your counis not to pursue a discourse on my own perform-try in Parliament, and your constant attachment ence ; no, my Lord, it is to embrace this oppor to liberty, and the royal, illuftrious house of our tunity of throwing out sentimients that relate to molt gracious sovereign; but, my Lord, believe me, your LordMip's goodness, the generosity of which, your own deeds are the noblert and fittest orators give me leave to say, I have greatly experienced. to speak your praise, and will elevate it far beyond

I offer it not as a new remark, chat dependance the power of a much abler writer than I am. on the great, in former times, generally terminated I will therefore turn my view from your Lord. in disappointment; nay, even their bounty (if it ip's virtues to the kind influence of them, which could be called such) was, in its very nature, un has been so lately Thed upon me; and then, if my generous. It was, perhaps, with-held, through an future morals and writings shall gain any approindolent or wilful neglect, till those who lingered bation from men of parts and probity, I must acin the want of it, grew almost past the sense of knowledge all to be the product of your Lordcomfort. Ac length it came, too often, in a nian- thip's goodness to me. I must, in fine, say with ner that half cancelled the obligation, and, per- | Horace, chance, must have been acquired too by some pre

Quod spiro, et placeo, (et placeo) tuum eft." vious act of guilt in the receiver, the consequence of which was remorse and infamy.

I am, with the highest gratitude and adoration, But that I live, my Lord, is a proof that de

MY LORD, pendance on your Lordship, and the present mi

Your Lordship's most dutiful niftry, is an assurance of success. I am persuaded, distress, in many other inttances, affects your soul

and devoted servant, with a compallion, that always shows itself in a


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That, shut against the sun's dissolving ray, CANTO 1.

Scatters the trenibling rides of vanquish'd day, Fain would my verse, Tyrconnel, boast thy name, Defies discovery, and like rime endures !

And stretching eastward half the world securce, Browolowe, at once my subject and my fame! Now frost senc boreal blasts to scourge the air, Oh! could that spirit, which thy bosom warms, To bind the streams, and leave the landscape bare; Whose strength surprises, and whose goodness Yet when, far west, his violence declines, (fines ; charms !

Though here the brook, or lake, his power conThat various worth! could that inspire my lays,

To rocky pools, to cataracts are unknown Envy should smile, and censure learn to praise : His chains !--- to rivers, rapid like the Rhone! Yet though unequal to a soul like thine,

The falling moon cast, cold, a quivering light, A generous soul, approaching to divine,

Just Gilver'd o'er the snow, and fuuk !---pale night When bless'd beneath such patronage I write, Recir'd. The dawn in light-gray mifts arose! Great my attempt, though hazardous my flight. Shrill chants the cock !---the hungry heifer lows! O'er ample nature I extend my views;

Slow blush yon brcaking clouds ;---the sun's upNature to rural scenes invites the muse :

rollid! She flies all public care, all venal Arise,

Th' expausive gray turns azure, chas'd with gold; To try the fill, compar'd with active lise ;

White-glittering ice,chang'd like the topaz,gleams To prove, by these the fons of men may owe

Reflecting saffron lustre from his beams. The fruits of bliss to bursting clouds of woe; O contemplation, teach me to explore, That ev'n calamity, by thought refin'd,

From Britain far remote, some distant fhore ! Inspirits and adorns the thinking mind.

From sleep a drcam distinct and lively claim; Come, contemplation, whose unbounded gaze, Clear let the vision strike the moral's aim! Swift in a glance, the course of things surveys; It comes! I feel it o'er my soul serene ! Who in thyself the various view canst find

Still morn begins, and frost retains the scene! Of sea, land, air, and heaven, and human-kind; Hark!---the loud horn's enlivening note's begun! What rides of passion in the bofom roll;

From rock to vale sweet-wandering echoes run! What thoughes debase, and what exalt the foul, Still floats the found thrill-winding from afar Whose pencil paints, obsequious to thy will, Wild beasts astonish'd dread the fylvan war! All thou survey'ft, with a creative kill!

Spears to the sun in files embattled play, Oh, leave awhile thy lov'd, sequester'd shade! March on, charge briikiy, and enjoy the fray! Awhile in wintery wilds vouchsafe thy aid ! Swans, ducks, and geefe, and the wing'd winterThen waft me to some olive, bowery green,

brood, Where, cloth'd in white, thou show'lt a mind | Chatter discordant on yon echoing food! serene;

At Babel thus, when heaven the tongue confounds, Where kind content from noise and court retires, Sudden a thousand different jargon-sounds, And smiling lits, while muses tune their lyres: Like jangling bells, harsh mingling grate the ear! Where zephyrs gently breathe, while feep profound All stare! all talk ! all mean; but none cahere! To their loft fanning nods, with poppies crown'd; | Mark! wiley fowlers meditate their doom, Sleep, on a treasure of bright dreams reclines, And smoky fate speeds thundering through the By thee bestow'd; whence fancy colour'd shines,

gloom! And flutters round his brow a hovering flight, Stop'd short, they cease in airy rings to Ay, Varying her plumes in visionary light.

Whirl o'er and o'er, and, Auttering, fall and dica Though solar fires now faint and watery burn, Still fancy wafts me on! deceiv'd I stand, Just where with ice Aquarius frecs his urn! Estrang'd, adventurous on a foreign land! if thaw'd forth issue, from its mouth severe, Wide and more wide extends the scene unknowo! Raw clouds, that fadden all th' inverted year. Where shall I turn, a WANDERER, and alone? When frost and fire with martial powers en From hilly wilds, and deeps where (nows 1%gag'd,

main, Frost, northward fled the war, unequal wag'd! My wir ding steps up a steep mountain strain! Beneath the pole his legions urg'd their flight, Emmers'd a-top, 1 mark, the hills fubfide, And gain'd a cave profound and wide as night. And towers aspire, but with inferior pride! O'er cheerless scenes by desolation own'd, On this bleak height call firs, with ice-work High on an Alp of ice he fics enthron'd!

crown'd, One clay.cold hand, his crystal beard suitains, Bend, while their flacky winter (hades the ground! And scepter'd one, o'er wind and tempeft reigns ; Hoarse, and direct, a blustering north-wind blows! O'er stony magazines of hail, that storm

On boughs, thick rustling, crack the crisped snows! The bloffom'd fruit, and flowery spring deform. Tangles of frost half-fright the wilder'd cye, His languid eyes like frozen lakes appear, By heat ofe-blacken'd like a lowering sky! Dim gleaming all the light that wanders here. Hence down the side two turbid rivulets pour, His robe snow-wrought, and hoard with age ; | And devious two, in one huge cataract roar! his breath

While pleas'd the watery progress I pursue, A nitrous damp, that strikes petrific death. Yon rocks in rough allemblage rush in view!

Far hence lic's, ever-freez'd, the northern main, In form an amphitheatre they rise ;
That checks, and readers navigation vain, And a dark gulf in their broad ccotre lies

There the din'd fight with dizzy weakness fails, Pinch’d, pierc'd, and torn, enflam'd, and nnas. And horror o'er the firmest brain prevails !


[rag'd! Thither these mountain.streams their passage take, They smart, and (well, and throb, and loot enHeadlong foam down, and form a dreadful lake! From nerve to nerve fierce flies th' exulting pain ! The lake, high-swelling, so redundant grows, - And are we of this mighty fabric vain ? (glides ! From the heap'd store deriv'd, a river flows; Now my blood chills! fcarce through my veins it Which, deepening, cravels through a distant wood, Sure on each blast a shivering ague rides! And thence emerging, meets a filter-food; Warn'd let me this bleak eminence forsake, Mingled they flash on a wide-opening plain, And to the vale a different winding take! And pass yon city to the far-seen main.

Half I descend: my spirits falt decay; So blend two souls by heaven for union made, A terrace now relieves niy weary way. And Arengthening forward, lend a mutual aid, Close with this stage a precipice combines; And prove in every tranfient turn their aim, Wherce still the spacious country far declines ! Through finite life to infinite the fame.

The herds seem insects in the distant glades, Nor ends the landscape---ocean, to my sight, And men diminish'd, as, at noon, their hades! Points a blue arm, where failing ships delight, Thick on this top, o'ergrown for walks, are seen In prospect leffen'd !-Now new rocks, rear'd Gray leafless wood, and winter-greens between! high,

The reddening berry, deep-ting'd holly shows, Stretch a cross-ridge, and bar the curious eye; And ma:ted milletoe, the white, bestows! There lies obscur'd the ripening diamond's say, Though lost the banquet of autumnal fruits, And thence red-branching coral's rent away. Though on broad oaks no vernal umbrage shoots! In conic form there gelid crystal grows;

These boughs, the filenc'd shivering songsters seek: Through such the palace-lamp, gay lustre throws ! These foodful berries fill the hungry beak. Lustre, which, through dim night, as various plays, Beneath appears a place, all outward bare, As piay from yonder Snows the changeful rays! Inward the dreary mansion of despair! For nobler use the crystal's worth may rise, The water of the mountain road, half Itray'd, lí tubes perspective hem the spotless prize; Breaks o'er it wild, and falls a brown cascade. Through thesc the beams of the far-lengthen’d eye Has nature this rough, naked piece defign'd, Measure known stars, and new remoter spy. To hold inhabitants of mortal kind? Hence commerce many a shorten'd voyage steers, She has. Approach'd, arpears a deep descent, Sborten'd to months, the hazard once of years; Which opens in a rock a large extent : Hence Halley's soul etherial flight essays; And hark !-iis hollow entrance reach'd, I hear Instructive there from orb to orb Me strays; A trampling found of footsteps haitening near! Sees, round new countless suns, new systems roll! A death-like chillness thwarts my panting breast : Sees God in all! and magnifies the whole ! Soft! the with'd object ftands at length confess'd! Yon rocky fide enrich'd the summer scene, Of youth his form :-But why with anguish bent? And pealants search for herbs of healthsul green; Why pin'd with sallow marks of discontent? Now naked, pale, and comfortless ie lies,

Yet patience, labouring to beguile his care, Like youth extended cold in death's disguise. Seems to raise hope, and smiles away despair. There, while without the founding tempest swells, Compassion, in his eye, surveys my grief, Incav'd secure th' exulting eagle dwells;

And in his voice invites me to relief.
And there, when nature owns prolific spring, Preventive of thy call, behold my haste,
Spreads o'er ber young a tondling mother's wing. (He says) nor let warm thanks thy spirits wafte!
Swains on the coast the far-fam'd fish defcry, All fear forget — Each portall possess,
That gives the ficecy robe the Tyrian dye; Duty wide-opens to receive distress.
While shells, a scatter'd ornament bestow, Oblig'd, I follow, by his guidance led ;
The tireur'd rivals of the showery bow.

The vaulted roof re-echoing to our tread!
Yon limeless fands, loose-driving with the wind, And now, in squar'd divifions, I lurvey
In future cauldrons useful texture find,

Chambers lequelter'd from the glare of day;
Till, on the furnace thrown, the glowing mass Yet needfullights are taught to intervene,
Brighters, and brightening hardens into glass. Through rists; each forming a perspective scene.
When winter halcyons, flickering on the wave, In front a parlour meets my entering view;
Tune their complaints, yon fea forgets to rave; Oppos'd, a room to sweet refcction due.
Though lafh'd by itorms, which naval pride o'er Here my chill'd veins are warm'd by chippy fires,

Through the bor'd rock above, the smoke cxpires; The foaming deep in sparkles seems to burn, Neat, o'er a homely board, a napkin's fpread, Loud winds turn zephyrs to enlarge their notes, Crown'd with a heapy canister of bread. And each fale neft on a calm surface floats. A maple cup is next dispatch'd to bring Now veers the wind full calt; and keen, and The comfort of the falutary spring : sore,

Nor mourn we absent bleflings of the vine, Its cutting influence aches in every pore !

Here laughs a frugal bowl of rosy wine; How weak thy fabric, man !-A puff, thus blown, And savoury cates, upon clear edibers calt, Staggers thy strength, and echoes to thy groan. Lie hilling, till snatch'd off; a rich repast : A tooth's minute it nerve Ict anguish seize, Soon leap my spirits with enliveu'd power, wift kndred fibre: catch! (so frail ous casc !) And in gay converse glides the fealt al house

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