And puffs them wide of hope: with hearts of proof Though strong their oar, still stronger is their fate: On Night. These thoughts, O Night! are thine; From thee they came like lovers' secret sighs, While others slept. So Cynthia, poets feign, In shadows veiled, soft, sliding from her sphere, Her shepherd cheered; of her enamoured less Than I of thee.-And art thou still unsung, Beneath whose brow and by whose aid I sing? Immortal silence! where shall I begin? Where end? or how steal music from the spheres To soothe their goddess? O majestic night! Nature's great ancestor! Day's elder born! By mortals and immortals seen with awe! A starry crown thy raven brow adorns, An azure zone thy waist; clouds, in heaven's loom Thy flowing mantle form, and, heaven throughout, On Retirement. Blest be that hand divine, which gently laid I hear the tumult of the distant throng, Eager ambition's fiery chace I see; Procrastination. Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer: Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears And scarce in human wisdom to do more. All promise is poor dilatory man. And that through every stage. When young, indeed, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. And why? because he thinks himself immortal. The Night Thoughts eclipsed Young's other works; but his Love of Fame; in Seven Characteristical Satires, shows real satiric power, often almost equalling Pope's. Parts of Pope's seem indeed to have been suggested by Young's. From The Love of Fame.' And eat their way to fame! with anxious thought Much more the worm, to whom that man is meat. Brunetta's wise in actions great and rare, Belus with solid glory will be crowned; When lo! my lord to some small corner runs, The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Some for renown on scraps of learning dote, Let high birth triumph! what can be more great? From the 'First Epistle to Mr Pope.' Whether they tread the vale of prose, or climb Men that read well, or men that only write; Burns, who knew most of Young by heart, no doubt took from the sixth satire the material for the climax of his 'Address to the Deil :' But fare-you-weel, auld 'Nickie-ben!' O wad ye tak a thought an' men'! I'm wae to think upo' yon den, The idea that perhaps the devil might yet find salvation is often set to the credit of the ploughman-poet's unheard-of generosity. Unreasonably; for though Burns may not have known that Origen's doctrine of the Apocatastasis or Final Restitution expressly included the devil and his angels, or that the benevolent scheme of St Macarius (who actually persuaded God to pardon the devil) fell through only because Satan would not stoop to beg forgiveness, he could not have been ignorant of Young's 'devil's fair apologist' and her comment on Tillotson's heresy. After having chastised, not too tenderly, the foibles and vices of many types of women, and raised the question of 'she-atheists,' Young goes on: Atheists are few: most nymphs a Godhead own; And nothing but his attributes dethrone. From atheists far, they steadfastly believe God is, and is Almighty-to forgive. His other excellence they'll not dispute ; But mercy, sure, is his chief attribute. Shall pleasures of a short duration chain A lady's soul in everlasting pain? Will the great Author us poor worms destroy, For now and then a sip of transient joy? No, he's for ever in a smiling mood; He's like themselves; or how could he be good? And they blaspheme, who blacker schemes suppose.— Devoutly thus Jehovah they depose, The pure! the just! and set up in his stead A deity that's perfectly well-bred. 'Dear T-1-n! be sure the best of men; Nor thought he more, than thought great Origen. Though once upon a time he misbehaved; Poor Satan! doubtless, he'll at length be saved. 6 Burns's Address to the Deil,' it should be noted, is essentially comic or serio-comic, though, like this ironical excursus of Young's, it may contain some slight element of serious thought. Young expounded in prose his views 'On Lyric Poetry,' and illustrated them in an ode on 'Ocean,' which has a more artificial air than his blank verse, and is full of bathos to boot. These are a few of the stanzas (nearly seventy in all !), the last of which contains an adumbration of Thomson's guardian angels chorusing 'Rule Britannia :' The Life of Young in Johnson's Lives of the Poets is by Herbert Croft (written 1782). Mitford and Doran, in the memoirs prefixed to their editions (1852 and 1854) of the works, added a few facts; and so also Leslie Stephen's article in the last volume of the Dictionary of National Biography (1900). George Eliot's 'Worldliness and Other-worldliness,' reprinted in her Essays (1884), contains a severe attack on Young's character. For Young in France, see Texte's Rousseau and the Cosmopolitan in Literature (trans. 1899). George Berkeley (1685-1753), the good bishop to whom Pope assigned 'every virtue under heaven,' was born at Dysert Castle near Kilkenny. Like Swift, he passed from Kilkenny school to Trinity College, Dublin, where, student and Fellow, he remained thirteen years. His Commonplace Book of 1705-6 (published in 1871) reveals the influence of Locke's psychology on a subtle and original mind. Berkeley's Essay towards a new Theory of Vision (1709) showed that the act of seeing, which seems so immediate, is really a reasoning interpretation of signs and hints, and argued that the process involves the assisting agency of God. The argument was extended in 1710 by a Treatise concerning the Principles of Human Knowledge, further illustrating his 'new principle' that the world which we see and touch is not an abstract independent substance, of which our sensations are an effect; the very world presented to our senses depends for its actuality on being perceived. In 1711, having taken orders, he published a Discourse of Passive Obedience, a defence of the Christian duty of not resisting the supreme civil power; and in 1713 he visited London, and wrote some papers for Steele's Guardian. The same year he published his Three Dialogues between Hylas and Philonous, the design of which was plainly to demonstrate the immateriality of the external world, the incorporeal nature of the soul, and the immediate providence of a Deity, in opposition to sceptics and deists. Berkeley now became intimate with Addison, Arbuthnot, Swift, Pope, Steele, and the rest of that gifted circle, by whom he seems to have been sincerely beloved. He accompanied the brilliant and eccentric Earl of Peterborough, ❘ as chaplain and secretary, on his embassy to Sicily, and afterwards for four years travelled on the Continent as tutor to a son of the Bishop of Clogher. While abroad we find him writing to Pope: 'As merchants, antiquaries, men of pleasure, &c. have all different views in travelling, I know not whether it might not be worth a poet's while to travel, in order to store his mind with strong images of nature. Green fields and groves, flowery meadows, and purling streams, are nowhere in such perfection as in England; but if you would know lightsome days, warm suns, and blue skies, you must come to Italy; and to enable a man to describe rocks and precipices, it is absolutely necessary that he pass the Alps.' A story was long current that while at Paris Berkeley visited Malebranche, then in ill-health; and a dispute as to Berkeley's theory of the external world so excited the French philosopher that a violent access of his ailment carried him off in a few days! In reality Berkeley was still in England when Malebranche died. On his return he published a Latin tract, De Motu. In an Essay towards preventing the Ruin of Great Britain (1721) Berkeley says he would regard the collapse of the South Sea scheme as a blessing if it should make all honest men of one party, put religion and virtue in countenance, and 'turn our thought from cozenage and stock-jobbing to industry and frugal methods of life;' denounces that fearful prevalence of bribery and perjury; makes proposals for new taxes (on bachelors, &c.) and for improving many manufactures; calls for the interposition of the legislature against the ruinous folly of masquerades and for the reformation of the drama; recommends the enaction of comprehensive sumptuary laws, and for the suppression of the more aggressive forms of freethinking. 'I am not,' he says, 'for placing an invidious power in the hands of the clergy or complying with the narrowness of any mistaken zealots who should incline to persecute Dissenters. But whatever conduct common sense as well as Christian charity obligeth us to use towards those who differ from us in some points of religion, yet the public safety requireth that the avowed contemners of all religion should be severely chastised. And perhaps it may be no easy matter to assign a good reason why blasphemy against God should not be inquired into and punished with the same rigour as treason against the king.' Through Pope he was recommended to the Duke of Grafton, Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland, who made him his chaplain and secured for him the deanery of Derry. The benevolent philosopher had long been cherishing 'a scheme for converting the savage Americans to Christianity, by a college to be erected in the Summer Islands, otherwise called the Isles of Bermuda.' In this college he most 'exhorbitantly proposed,' as Swift commented, 'a whole hundred pounds a year for himself, forty pounds for a fellow and ten for a student.' No anticipated difficulties could daunt him; coadjutors were obtained, a royal charter was granted, and Sir Robert Walpole promised £20,000 from Government. In January 1729 Berkeley and his friends landed at Newport in Rhode Island; in August the saintly missionary (who had no scruple about holding negro slaves) removed inland, having bought a farm and built a house. But when Walpole declined to advance the sum promised, the project was at an end; Berkeley returned to Europe, and was in London in February 1732. Next month appeared the largest and most finished of his works, Alciphron, or the Minute Philosopher, a religious presentation of nature giving pleasant pictures of American scenery and life, conveyed in a series of dialogues, which in scope and charm have often been compared with Plato's. Berkeley became a favourite with Queen Caroline, and, in 1734, was appointed to the bishopric of Cloyne. Lord Chesterfield afterwards offered him the see of Clogher, which was double the value of that of Cloyne; but he declined the preferment. Some useful tracts on schemes for ameliorating Irish social conditions were published by the Bishop. One of them was The Querist (1735-37), containing many acute suggestions; that called Siris (1744), a chain of philosophical reflections on the medicinal virtues of water in which pine-tar has been stirred, cost him, he said, more thought than any of the rest of his works. The resin of the tar is compared with the creative spirit present in nature; the thought has a neoplatonic flavour. His last literary labour was a tract, Further Thoughts on Tar-water (1752). The best way of making this panacea, he thinks, is 'in a stone jug or earthen vessel, throughout well glazed,' and by no means in a metallic vessel. By increasing the proportion of tar to the water and by stirring it longer, tar-water may be made strong enough for a spoonful to impregnate a glass, a thing very useful on the road.' 'Tar-water must be drank warm in agues, small-pox, measles, and fevers, in cholic and disorders of the bowels, in gout also and rheumatism; in most other ailments cold or warm at the choice of the patient. In fevers the patient cannot begin too soon or drink too much.' He records a case of an old woman cured in a fortnight of combined ague, colic, and jaundice by drinking three pints of warm tarwater every day. Failing health (spite of tar-water) and bereavement led Berkeley, in 1752, to resolve to resign I his bishopric and settle in Oxford; and there Verses on the Prospect of Planting Arts and The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime Barren of every glorious theme, In distant lands now waits a better time, In happy climes where from the genial sun In happy climes, the seat of innocence, Where nature guides and virtue rules, Not such as Europe breeds in her decay; Westward the course of empire takes its way; A fifth shall close the drama with the day; Berkeley's Theory of Vision, long considered a philosophical romance, is now a part of scientific optics. His doctrine of the immateriality of the outer world, which he insisted on regarding as the simplest, most obvious, and only logical way of interpreting our perceptions-that what is perceived is the perceptions, not a dead, inert world of matter lying behind them and (needlessly) inferred from them-puzzled his contemporaries, and has been consistently rejected by all 'common-sense' philosophers and laymen, though the dependence of matter on mind (not my mind but some mind) is a familiar element in idealist systems. Probably his chiefest aim was, by means of his immaterialism, to turn the tables on materialists, and confute those who taught that there is neither soul nor God by proving that we know only our own souls and can logically prove only the existence of other souls, including the Creative Spirit. He applied to the analysis and dissolution of the assumed outer material world the principles of Locke's psychology; hardly foreseeing that Hume would afterwards, with greater audacity, apply the same principles to soul as such, and analyse it too, by cognate methods, into fleeting successions of sensations and feelings. Berkeley's philosophy is nowhere completely set forth in the form of a systematic treatise; but amongst English writers on abstruse philosophical problems he stands alone for lucidity and charm of exposition, for felicity of illustration, and for the union of gentle but humorous fancy with keen wit and trenchant logic. His style is clear and unaffected, with the easy grace of the polished philosopher; and his descriptions of external nature at times remind one of Izaak Walton. The following extracts, from the opening of the first and end of the last of the three Dialogues between Hylas and Philonous, show how skilfully he could manage this device for popularising abstract argument: The Point in Dispute. Philonous. Good morrow, Hylas: I did not expect to find you abroad so early. Hylas. It is indeed something unusual; but my thoughts were so taken up with a subject I was discoursing of last night, that finding I could not sleep, I resolved to rise and take a turn in the garden. Phil. It happened well, to let you see what innocent and agreeable pleasures you lose every morning. Can there be a pleasanter time of the day or a more delightful season of the year? That purple sky, those wild but sweet notes of birds, the fragrant bloom upon the trees and flowers, the gentle influence of the rising sun, these and a thousand nameless beauties of nature inspire the soul with secret transports; its faculties too being at this time fresh and lively, are fit for these meditations, which the solitude of a garden and tranquillity of the morning naturally dispose us to. But I am afraid I interrupt your thoughts for you seemed very intent on something. Hyl. It is true I was, and shall be obliged to you if you will permit me to go on in the same vein; not that I would by any means deprive myself of your company, for my thoughts always flow more easily in conversation |