Thither, indulgent to my prayer, 4 Beneath the Pole on hills of snow, Like Thracian Mars, the undaunted Swede1 To dint of sword defies the foe; In fight unknowing to recede: From Volga's banks, the imperious Czar 5 But here, no clarion's shrilling note Drop freedom, health, and gay desires: 6 Enamoured of the Seine, celestial fair, (The blooming pride of Thetis' azure train,) Bacchus, to win the nymph who caused his care, Lashed his swift tigers to the Celtic plain: 1 Charles XII. There secret in her sapphire cell, He gave the mantling vine to grow, A trophy to his love. 7 Shall man from Nature's sanction stray, Leave all her beauties unenjoyed? To sweep Fame, Power, and Wealth away: 8 O Gower! through all the destined space, United and complete in thee. In which confirmed thy father shone: A lustre equal to its own. 9 Honour's bright dome, on lasting columns reared, Fixed by the Muse, the temple grace; ROBERT CRAWFORD. ROBERT CRAWFORD, a Scotchman, is our next poet. Of him we know only that he was the brother of Colonel Crawford of Achinames; that he assisted Allan Ramsay in the 'Tea-Table Miscellany;' and was drowned when coming from France in 1733. Besides the popular song, 'The Bush aboon Traquair,' which we quote, Crawford wrote also a lyric, called 'Tweedside,' and some verses, mentioned by Burns, to the old tune of 'Cowdenknowes.' THE BUSH ABOON TRAQUAIR. ́ ́ 1 Hear me, ye nymphs, and every swain, 2 That day she smiled and made me glad, If more there passed, I'm not to blame- 3 Yet now she scornful flies the plain, 4 Ye rural powers, who hear my strains, THOMAS TICKELL. TICKELL is now chiefly remembered from his connexion with Addison. He was born in 1686, at Bridekirk, near Carlisle. In April 1701, he became a member of Queen's College in Oxford. In 1708, he was made M.A., and two years after was chosen Fellow. He held his Fellowship till 1726, when, marrying in Dublin, he necessarily vacated it. He attracted Addison's attention first by some elegant lines in praise of Rosamond, and then by the 'Prospect of Peace,' a poem in which Tickell, although called by Swift Whiggissimus, for once took the Tory side. This poem Addison, in spite of its politics, praised highly in the Spectator, which led to a lifelong friendship between them. Tickell commenced contributing to the Spectator, among other things publishing there a poem entitled the 'Royal Progress.' Some time after, he produced a translation of the first book of the Iliad, which Addison declared to be superior to Pope's. This led the latter to imagine that it was Addison's own, although it is now, we believe, certain, from the MS., which still exists, that it was a veritable production of Tickell's. When Addison went to Ireland, as secretary to Lord Sunderland, Tickell accompanied him, and was employed in public business. When Addison became Secretary of State, he made Tickell Under-Secretary; and when he died, he left him the charge of publishing his works, with an earnest recommendation to the care of Craggs. Tickell faithfully performed the task, prefixing to them an elegy on his departed friend, which is now his own chief title to fame. In 1725, he was made secretary to the Lords-Justices of Ireland, a place of great trust and honour, and which he retained till his death. This event happened at Bath, in the year 1740. His genius was not strong, but elegant and refined, and appears, as we have just stated, to best advantage in his lines on Addison's death, which are warm with genuine love, tremulous with sincere sorrow, and shine with a sober splendour, such as Addison's own exquisite taste would have approved. TO THE EARL OF WARWICK, ON THE DEATH OF MR ADDISON. If, dumb too long, the drooping muse hath stayed, And left her debt to Addison unpaid, Blame not her silence, Warwick, but bemoan, |