lished, from the original manuscript in my possession, by the Pennsylvania Historical Society, in 1848. It is exceedingly curious. The author says: "I have often travelled up and down, And made my observations on each town; The truth of matters I well understand, And thereoy know how to describe this land;" and after nearly a thousand lines in this style gives us the following pleasant picture of the state of the country: "Poor people here stand not in fear The nuptial knot to tie; The working hand in this good land "If children dear increase each year Of stock and trade such gain is made "Whoe'er thou art, take in good part These lines which I have penned; Some false reports hinder resorts That which puts them in fear. "But here they 'll bide and safely hide Whilst Europe broils in war; The fruit of the curse, which may prove worse "For why should we, who quiet be, Return into the noise Of fighting men, which now and then "1 bid farewell to all who dwell In England or elsewhere, Set forward to come here." About the year 1695 Mr. HENRY BROOKE, a son of Sir HENRY BROOKE, of York, was appointed to a place in the customs, at Lewiston, in Delaware, and for many years was much in the best society of Philadelphia. One of his poetical pieces is a "Discourse concerning Jests," addressed to RoBERT GRACIE, whom FRANKLIN describes as a young man of fortune-generous, animated, and witty-fond of epigrams, and more fond of his Liends. A specimen is here quoted: "I prithee, Boв, forbear, or if thou must Tis so,' you say, 'all this I freely grant;' The tread, the watch, the windows, door, or tub..... More than all shapes of action, corporation, Remonstrances, a Whig or Tory nation, Reviews, or churches, in or out of fashion, The BRADBURYS, DINTONS, RIDPATHS, Observators,' Or true-born DANIELS, unpoetic satyrs,From wine's enchanting power have some excuse; But for a man in 's wits, unpoisoned with the juice, To indulge so wilfully in empty prate, And sell rich time at such an under-rate, This hath no show nor colour of defence, And wants so much of wit, it fails of common sense." The entire performance is in the same respect able style: It is possible that one of the Kentish friends" referred to was the author of "The Invention of Letters," of whom some account will be given on another page. That the excellences of BROOKE were appreciated by his literary associates is evident from a passage in a satire entitled "The Wits and Poets of Pennsylvania,"→ "In BROOKE'S capacious heart the muses sit. Enrobed with sense polite and poignant wit." When FRANKLIN arrived in Philadelphia, in 1723, there were several persons in the city distinguished for talents and learning. ANDREW HAMILTON, the celebrated lawyer, and JAMES LOGAN, whose translation of CICERO'S "Cato Major" is the most elegant specimen we have of FRANKLIN'S printing, were now old men; but THOMAS GODFREY, the inventor of the quadrant, JOHN BARTRAM, who won from LINN.EUS the praise of being the "greatest natural botanist in the world," and JOHN MORGAN, afterward a member of the Royal Society, were just coming for ward; and there were a large number of persons, for so small a town, who wrote clever verses and prose essays. GEORGE WEBB, an Oxford scholar working in the printing office of KEIMER, whose eccentric history is given in FRANKLIN'S Memoirs, was as confident as any succeeding Philadelphia writer of the destined supremacy of the city, and in a poem published in 1727 gives this expression to his sanguine anticipations: ""T is here APOLLO does erect his throne: In the same production he implores the goddess of numbers so to aid him that he may sing the attractions of his theme in verses "Such as from BRIENTNALL'S pen were wont to flow, Or more judicious TAYLOR's used to show." FRANKLIN describes BRIENTNALL as "a great lover of poetry, reading every thing that come in his way, and writing tolerably well; ingenious in many little trifles, and of an agreeable conversation." JACOB TAYLOR, schoolmaster, physician, surveyor, almanac-maker, and poet, "With years oppressed, and compassed with woes," gave to the public the last and best of his works, · Pennsylvania," a descriptive poem, in 1728. In the same year THOMAS MAKIN, who nearly half a century before had been an usher in the school kept by the famous GEORGE KEITH, dedicated to JAMES LOGAN a Latin poem called "Encomium Pennsylvaniæ," and in the year following another, "In laudes Pennsylvaniæ," of both of which PROUD, the historian, gives specimens and translations. Among FRANKLIN's more intimate associates, was JAMES RALPH, a young printer, characterized by him as "ingenious, genteel in his manners, and extremely eloquent." He had been a schoolmaster in Maryland, and a clerk in Philadelphia, and now had such confidence in his literary abilities that he was disposed to abandon the pursuit of printing entirely for that of authorship. CHARLES OSBORNE, another acquaintance, endeavoured to dissuade him from attempting a literary life, assuring him that his capacities were better suited for his trade; but it was in vain, and FRANKLIN soon after assisted in a little scheme of deception, the result of which confirmed him in all the suggestions of his vanity. FRANKLIN, RALPH, OsBORNE, and JOSEPH WATSON, agreed to write verses for each other's criticism, as a means of mutual improvement; and as FRANKLIN had no inclination for the business, he was persuaded to offer as his own a piece by RALPH, who believed that OSBORNE had depreciated his talents from personal envy. The stratagem succeeded; the production was warmly applauded by OSBORNE, and RALPH enjoyed his triumph. RALPH accompanied FRANKLIN to England, and was very badly treated by him there, as FRANKLIN admits. He became a prolific author, in prose and verse. His longest poem, "Zeuma, or the Love of Liberty," was partly written in Philadelphia, and was first published in London, in 1729. A few lines from it will sufficiently display his capacities in this way: "Tlascala's vaunt, great ZAGNAR'S martial son, In the following fifteen years he wrote several plays, some of which were acted at Drury Lane. Among his shorter poems were two called "Cynthia" and "Night," and a satire in which he abused POPE, SWIFT, and GAY. This procured him the Jistinction of a notice in "The Dunciad," "Silence, ye wolves! while RALPH to Cynthia' howls, And makes 'Night' hideous: answer him, ye owls!" His book on "The Use and Abuse of Parliaments" was much talked of, and his "History of England during this Reign of William the Third" is praised by HALLAM as "accurate and faithful," and led Fox to refer to him as "a historian of great acuteness and diligence." His last work was "The Case of Authors stated, with regard to Booksellers, the Stage, and the Public." He died on the twenty-fourth of January, 1762. The poems written by FRANKLIN himself are not very poetical. The best of them is the amus. ing little piece entitled "PAPER. "SOME wit of old-such wits of old there were-- "The thought was happy, pertinent, and true; "The wretch whom avarice bids to pinch and spar "Take next the miser's contrast, who destroys Health, fane and fortune, in a round of joys. Will any paper match him? Yes, throughout, He's a true sinking paper, past all doubt. "The retail politician's anxious thought "The hasty gentleman whose blood runs high, "What are the poets, take them as they fall, "Observe the maiden, innocently sweet, "One instance more, and only one, I'll bring; 'Tis the great man, who scorns a little thingWhose thoughts, whose deeds, whose maxims are his own, Formed on the feelings of his heart alone: True, genuine royal paper is his breast; Of all the kinds most precious, purest, best." The "General Magazine," published by FRANKLIN, from January to June, in 1741, contained a few original and a much larger number of selected poeins, most of the latter being from the "Virginia Gazette." The American Magazine, and Monthly Chronicle for the British Colonies," ex tablished by WILLIAM BRADFORD, a nephew of the first printer west of Boston, and published for twelve months, was a periodical of far higher character than FRANKLIN'S, or indeed than any that had yet been attempted on the continent. In the preface the editor says of his contributors "Some are grave and serious, while others are gay and facetious; some have a turn for matters of state and government, while others are led to the study of commerce, agriculture, or the mechanic arts; some indulge themselves in the belles-lettres, and in productions of art and fancy, while others are wrapt up in speculation and wholly beset on the abstruser parts of philosophy and science." The principal poetical contributors to the "American Magazine" were an anonymous writer, of Kent, in Maryland, whose name I have not been able to discover, and JOSEPH SHIPPEN, THOMAS GODFREY, NATHANIEL EVANS, FRANCIS HOPKINSON, and JOHN BEVERIDGE, the professor of ancient languages in the Philadelphia college. The anonymous writer here mentioned was the son of an officer distinguished in the military service, in Ireland, Spain, and Flanders. In early life he had been intimate with MR. POPE, upon whose death, in 1744, he wrote a pastoral, which makes between two and three hundred lines, besides numerous learned notes. Anticipating BISHOP BERKLEY'S famous verses on the prospect of the arts in America, he says in his invocation: "Pierian nymphs that haunt Sicilian plains, Bring me that pipe with which ALEXIS charm'd Haste, lovely nymphs! and quickly reach our shore; He had recommended to Mr. POPE the discovery of printing as a subject worthy of his genius, and when that poet died, without having made use of the suggestion, he wrote from the banks of the Delaware, in 1749, his own "Poem on the Invenion of Letters," which is inscribed to Mr. RICHARDSON, "the author of Sir Charles Grandison,' and other works for the promotion of religion, vir tue, and polite manners, in a corrupted age," whom he describes as "himself the Grandison he paints:' "These lays, ye Great! to RICHARDSON belong; Colonel JOSEPH SHIPPEN, who in 1759 wrote "The Glooms of Ligonier," an amatory song much in vogue for a quarter of a century, was the author of the following early recognition of the genius of BENJAMIN WEST:* "ON SEEING A PORTRAIT OF MISS, BY MR. WEST. "SINCE GUIDO'S skilful hand, with mimic art, Could form and animate so sweet a face, Her polish'd cheeks with deep vermilion glow; The soft expression of the perfect whole, Of modest lustre beams in every smile! His fancy takes the place of bashful truth, The pride of beauty and the bloom of youth. "Thus had I said, and thus, deluded, thought, Had lovely STELLA still remained unseen, Whose grace and beauty, to perfection brought, Make every imitative art look mean." THOMAS GODFREY, a son of the inventor of the quadrant, was esteemed a prodigy of youthful genius. He was a lieutenant in the expedition against Fort Du Quesne in 1759, and on the disbanding of the colonial forces went to New Providence, and afterward to North Carolina, where he died, on the third of August, 1763, in the twentyseventh year of his age. His poems were published in Philadelphia in 1765, in a quarto volume of two hundred and thirty pages. His "Prince of Parthia" was the first tragedy written in America. The Court of Fancy," which the editor of the "American Magazine" thought evinced "an elevated and daring genius," is in smooth but feeble heroic verse, and betrays very little inventive capacity. Some of his shorter poems are more striking. The following is from an "Ode to Wine:" "Haste, ye mortals! leave your sorrow; Let pleasure crown to-day- to-morrow, *In the "American Magazine" for February, 1758, oc curs, probably, the first paragraph ever printed in commen. dation of the genius of WEST. The editor says, introducing the above poem on one of his portraits: "We are glad of this opportunity of making known to the world the name of so extraordinary a genius as Mr. WEST. He was born in Chester county in this province, and without the assistance of any master, has acquired such a delicacy and correctness of expression in his paintings, joined to such a landable thirst of improvement, that we are persuaded, when he shall have obtained more experience and proper opportunities of viewing the productions of able mas ters, he will become truly eminent in his profession Yield to fate. Join the universal chorus- BACCHUS reigns! while far away, One of GODFREY's most intimate friends was NATHANIEL EVANS, a native of Philadelphia, admitted to holy orders by the Bishop of London in 1765. He died in October, 1767, in the twentysixth year of his age, and his poems, few of which had been printed in his lifetime, were soon afterward by his direction collected and published under the editorial supervision of the Reverend WILLIAM SMITH, and Miss ELIZABETH GREME, subsequently so well known as Mrs. FERGUSON. EVANS was preparing a collection of his poems for the press, and had written part of the preface, in which, after having referred to the unhappy fortunes of many men of genius, he said: "Sometimes, alas! the iron hand of death cuts them suddenly off, as their beauties are just budding into existence, and leaves but the fair promise of future excellences." These were his last words; and Doctor SMITH suggests that they were so applicable to his case that he should have feared to publish them as from the mind of the deceased poet, if he had neglected to preserve the autograph to show that they had not been accommodated to that event. The most carefully finished of the pieces by EVANS is an "Ode on the Prospect of Peace," written in 1761, but several in a lighter vein were more pleasing. In the following, we have a glimpse of our great philosopher, in his middle age: "TO BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, ESQ., LL.D. "ON HEARING HIM PLAY ON THE HARMONICA. "IN grateful wonder lost, long had we view'd Each gen'rous act thy patriot-soul pursued; Our little state resounds thy just applause, And, pleased, from thee new fame and honour draws; In thee those various virtues are combined, That form the true preeminence of mind. The lambent lightnings innocently play; And down thy rods beheld the dreaded fire In a swift flame descend and then expire; The noble province of the sapient mind! For this the soul's best faculties were given, "Yet not these themes alone thy thoughts command; Each softer science owns thy fostering hand; Aided by thee, URANIA's heavenly art Fresh transports kindle, and new joys inspire. Hark! the soft warblings, sounding smooth and clear, A tide of melting music to the soul; And sure if aught of mortal-moving strain, Can touch with joy the high angelic train, 'Tis this enchanting instrument of thine, Which speaks in accents more than half divine!" Among some trifles inscribed to Miss GREME, who had rallied him on his indisposition to marry, was a new version of the story of "ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE. The fiends, who listening round him stood, Thy prayers are heard,' grim PLUTO cries, Soon the fond fool turns back his head- A portrait of EVANS, by his young friend WEST, is preserved in Philadelphia. Among the subscribers for his volume of poems, was Dr. GOLDSMITH, with whom he had probably become acquainted while visiting London for ordination. The celebrated wit, lawyer, and statesman, FRANCIS HOPKINSON, born in 1737, made his first appearance as a poet in BRADFORD'S "American Magazine," one of his earlier contributions to which was a tribute to the genius of WOLLASTON, the painter, then living in Philadelphia, from which the following is an extract: "To you, famed WOLLASTON, these strains belong, "Ofttimes with wonder and delight I stand WOLLASTON is honorably mentioned in IIORACE WAL POLE'S "Anecdotes." The finest of his known American portraits is that of MARTHA DANDRIDGE, afterward the w of WASHINGTOK. And sparkling eyes give meaning to the whole, "Nor let the muse forget thy name, 0, WEST! "Ilic tamen vitæ liceat beatæ Carmine FLACCUS.”* This poem is not reprinted in the collection of HOPKINSON'S Works, published in Philadelphia in 1793. His "Battle of the Kegs," a satirical ballad, is the most celebrated of his productions; and several pieces of humorous prose, written by him before the revolution, are among the familiar and popular examples of early American literature. JOHN BEVERIDGE, the author of numerous Latin poems in the American Magazine" and other miscellanies of that period, was a native of Scotland, and had studied under "the great RUDDIMAN" in Edinburgh. He emigrated in 1752 to New England, where he remained five years, and became intimate with Doctor JONATHAN MAYHEW and other scholars. In 1757 he proceeded to Philadelphia, and was appointed professor of languages in the college there. An entertaining account of him is given in Captain ALEXANDER GRAYDON's admirably written "Memoirs of a Life passed chiefly in Pennsylvania." Reverend Doctor JONATHAN MAYHEW, of Boston: In 1765 he published by subscription his volume entitled "Epistolæ Familiares et alia quædam Miscellanea," several of which were translated by ALEXANDER ALEXANDER, who prefixes some verses "on Mr. BEVERIDGE'S poetical performRnces," wherein he says JOHN OSBORN, son of a schoolmaster of Sandwich, in Massachusetts, who was born in 1713 and died in 1753, wrote a "Whaling Song," which was well known in the Pacific for more than half a century. While in college, in 1735, he addressed an elegiac epistle to one of his sisters, on the death of a member of the family, of which the following is a specimen : -- "If music sweet delight your ravished ear, While in Boston BEVERIDGE addressed the folowing epistle to one of his friends in Scotland: "AD REV. JACOB INNESIUM, V.D.M. "Tædium longi maris et viarum, Bella ventorum varias vicesque, Et procellosi rabiem profundi, Jam superavi. "Atque tranquillus requiesco pace, "Gratior qua sol radiis refulget, Murmurat aura. The following is a translation of the above Ode, by the "TO THE REVEREND MR. J. INNES, &c. "I've now o'ercome the long fatigue Of seas extended many a league, Where Casco's shore, of winding form, Invites the eager lab'rer's toil: Where murmuring zephyrs still I hear And gentle breezes fan the air. "Here the light deer still take their round, With angry face, let Boreas storm, A life with nature's bounty blest; "For in these groves, from morn to night "Excepting this, all friends are well, I thought it could not much displease |