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rence, and Rome; whence he addressed his elegant Alcaic, Mater Rosarum,' &c. immediately after a visit to Frescati and the cascades of Tivoli, to Mr. West, or as he classically calls him Ad Favonium Zephyrinum. After spending some time at Naples, in July, 1740, they returned to Florence; and during a residence in that city of eight or nine months, the poet wrote the first book of his didactic Latin poem, entitled 'De Principiis Cogitandi,' which, however, he unfortunately never completed.

In April 1741, the fellow-travellers left Florence for Venice; when an unhappy feud, occasioned by a difference of their tempers, separated them for the remainder of their stay abroad. Gray, as may be collected from his valuable letters written during his tour, was curious, pensive, and philosophical; architecture, both of Gothic and Grecian origin, painting, and music engaging his attention, as well as the manners and the customs of realms which they traversed: while Walpole was gay, lively, and inconsiderate. The latter, in con

animalia inanimaque omnia rigentia gelu; omnia confragosa, præruptaque. The creatures that inhabit them are, in all respects, below humanity; and most of them, especially women, have the tumidum guttur, which they call 'goscia.' Mont Cenis, I confess, carries the permission mountains have of being frightful rather too far; and it's horrors were accompanied with too much danger, to give me time to reflect upon their beauties. There is a family of the Alpine monsters I have mentioned upon it's very top, that in the middle of winter calmly lay in their stock of provisions and firing, and so are buried in their hut for a month or two under the snow. When we were down, and got a little way into Piedmont, we began to find apricos quosdam colles rivosque prope sylvas, et jam humano cultu digniora loca? I read Silvius Italicus, too, for the first time; and wished for you, according to custom."

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sequence, injoined Mason to charge him with the chief blame in their quarrel; candidly confessing, that 'more attention and complaisance, more deference to a warm friendship and to superior judgement and prudence, might have prevented a rupture that gave much uneasiness to them both, and a lasting concern to the survivor;' though, in the year 1744, a reconciliation was effected between them, by a lady who wished well to both parties.

Upon their separation, Gray continued his journey in a manner adapted to his own limited circumstances, with only an occasional servant; and by Padua, Verona, Milan, Turin, and nearly his old route through France, reached Rome in September, 1741. About two months after his return, he lost his father. The old gentleman, by his injudicious expenditure of money upon a new house, had so much lessened his fortune, that his son thought his circumstances too narrow to enable him to prosecute the study of the law without burthening his mother and aunt,* who had for many years kept an India warehouse in Cornhill under the joint names of Gray and Antrobus. He, therefore, retired to Cambridge, where he soon afterward afterward became LL. B.; and where, as Dr. Johnson expresses it," without liking the place or it's inhabitants, or pretending to like them, he passed (except a short residence in London) the rest of his life."

On June 1, 1742, weighed down by sickness and family misfortunes, died his friend West; and under the

On the death of Mr. Philip Gray, they retired with a moderate competency to the house of their widowed sister Mrs. Rogers, at Stoke near Windsor, where the poet's Long Story' and several of his more finished compositions were subsequently written. His mother died in 1753.

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melancholy impression of this event he is supposed to have begun, if not completed in it's original form, his Elegy written in a Country Church-Yard.'* To

* The first impulse of his sorrow gave birth to a very tender sonnet in English; and also to a sublime apostrophe in Latin hexameters, written in the genuine strain of classical majesty, with which he intended to have opened his fourth book De Principiis Cogitandi, commenced in 1742. They are both subjoined:

• In vain to me the smiling mornings shine,
And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire;
The birds in vain their amorous descant join,
Or cheerful fields resume their green attire:
These ears, alas! for other notes repine,

A different object do these eyes require:
My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine,
And in my breast th' imperfect joys expire.
Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer,
And new-born pleasure brings to happier men:
The fields to all their wonted tribute bear;

To warm their little loves the birds complain:
I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear,

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.'

Hactenus haud segnis Naturæ arcana retexi
Musarum interpres, primusque Britanna per arva
Romano liquidum deduxi flumine rivum.

Cum Tu opere in medio, spes tanti et causa laboris,
Linquis et æternam fati te condis in umbram!
Vidi egomet duro graviter concussa dolore
Pectora, in alterius non unquam lenta dolorem;
Et languere oculos vidi, et pallescere amantem
Vultum, quo nunquam Pietas nisi rara, Fidesque,
Altus amor Veri, et purum spirabat Honestum.
Visa tamen tardi demùm inclementia morbi
Cessare est; reducemque iterùm roseo ore Salutem
Speravi, atque unà tecum, dilecte Favonî,
Credulus heu! longos, ut quondam, fallere soles:
Heu spes nequicquam dulces, atque irrita vota!
Heu! mastos soles, sine te quos ducere flendo
Per desideria et questus jam cogor inanes!

this, he put the last hand in 1750; and through Mr. Walpole, to whom it was communicated, and whose good taste would not suffer him to withhold the sight of it from his acquaintance, it was shown about for some time in manuscript with great applause. At last the publisher of a periodical work having obtained a surreptitious copy of it, Walpole by Gray's desire placed a genuine one in the hands of Dodsley. It's manuscript simple title, Stanzas,' Mason persuaded him to exchange for that of An Elegy.' It ran rapidly through eleven editions; was translated into Latin by Messrs. Anstey and Roberts, and soon

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At Tu, sancta anima, et nostri non indiga luctûs,
Stellanti templo sincerique ætheris igne,

Unde orta es, fruere; atque ô si secura, nec ultrà
Mortalis, notos olim miserata labores

Respectes, tenuesque vacet cognoscere curas;
Humanam si fortè alta de sede procellam
Contemplêre, metus stimulosque Cupidinis acres,
Gaudiaque et gemitus, parvoque in corde tumultum
Irarum ingentem, et savos sub pectore fluctus ;
Respice et has lacrymas, memori quas ictus amore
Fundo-quod possum-juxtà lugere sepulcrum
Dum juvat, et muta vana hæc jactare favilla.

I cannot withhold from the reader an elegant version of the above lines by a Lady, whose name (now all that remains of her, upon earth) if I were authorised to introduce it, would diffuse a lustre over these pages.

''Erst did my Muse adventurous dare explore

Thought's secret springs 'mid Nature's boundless store,
In Latian numbers pour'd the arduous theme,
And roll'd through British plains a Roman stream-
When thou, dear Youth (ah now! lamented shade!)
Whose wish inspired, whose smiles my toil repaid,
Leavest me in helpless solitude to mourn,
My task unfinish'd, and myself forlorn!

VOL. VI.

afterward by Mr. Lloyd;* and has recently exercised the talents of some of our modern Greek poets, Cooke, Norbury, Coote, Tew, and Weston.

Yes, I was doom'd that feeling breast to know,
Awake to every sense of others' woe,
Struck with disease which mock'd all human aid,
Shook his weak frame and on his vitals prey'd:
'Twas mine to mark his drooping eye, and trace
The last faint blush that tinged his pallid face;
That face, which glow'd with friendship void of blame,
Religion pure, strict virtue's steady aim,
Exalted truth and honour's sacred flame!

Once from some signs his treacherous illness wore,
Fondly I thought the dreaded crisis o'er;
Th' awaken'd hope fallacious joy instill'd,
And oh! what flattering dreams my bosom fill'd-
Placed by thy side, loved West, again to stray,
Dwell on thy words and cheat the livelong day!
Ah vain desires! ah hopes for ever fled!

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Ah cheerless days, with deepening gloom o'erspread;
Since, 'reft of thee, life's dreary paths I tread!
But thou, blest Shade, from earthly bondage freed,
These tears of sympathy no more shalt need:
In that pure ether whence thy spotless mind
Her essence drew, 'ere to this earth consign'd,
'Mid circling stars enjoy thy blest abode,

Rapt in the full fruition of thy God!

And oh! if yet, secure of endless joy,

Our trifling cares or pains thy thoughts employ;
If from on high thy spirit deign to trace
The mingled joys and sorrows of our race,
Mark the wild passions link'd with human fate,
Desire and fear and anger's keen debate;
Let these sad tears thy soft compassion move-
Tears urged by early and unfailing love,

* It has, also, exercised other Latin pens, and among the rest that of the late learned Gilbert Wakefield. Of the Greek competition the reader will find an amusing account in the Pur suits of Literature.'

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