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cember, 1732. He was buried in Westminster Abbey, and a chaste monument still points out the spot where his ashes repose.
The works of Gay have not retained the popularity that they once possessed. He has all the licentiousness of Prior, without his elegance. His fables are still, however, the best we possess ; and though they have not the nationality, or rich humor and archness of those of La Fontaine, still the subjects of them are light and pleasing, and the versification, smooth and correct. In the Court of Death he aims at a higher order of poetry than in his fables generally, and marshals his ‘diseases dire' with a strong and gloomy power. Black-Eyed Susan, and the ballad beginning " 'Twas when the seas were roaring,' are full of characteristic tenderness and lyrical melody.
THE COURT OF DEATH.
Death, on a solemn night of state,
This night our minister we name,
Fever, with burning heat possessed,
'I to the weekly bills appeal,
Next Gout appears with limping pace,
A haggard spectre from the crew
''Tis I who taint the sweetest joy,
Stone urged his overgrowing force;
'Let none object my lingering way;
Plague represents his rapid power,
All spoke their claim, and hoped the wand.
Merit was ever modest known.
All in the downs the fleet was moored,
The streamers waving in the wind,
Oh! where shall I my true love find ?
Rocked with the billow to and fro,
He sighed, and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And (quick as lightning) on the deck he stands. So sweet the lark high poised in the air,
Shuts close his pinions to his breast
And drops at once into her nest.
My vows shall ever true remain;
We only part to meet again.
Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind;
In every port a mistress find:
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale,
Thy skin is ivory so white.
Though battle call me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Susan mourn;
William shall to his dear return.
The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
The sails their swelling bosom spread; No longer must she stay aboard;
They kissed, she sighed, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land, Adieu! she cries, and waved her lily hand.
'T was when the seas were roaring
With hollow blasts of wind,
All on a rock reclined.
She cast a wistful look;
That trembled o'er the brook.
And nine long tedious days;
Why didst thou trust the seas?
And let my lover rest:
To that within my breast?
Sees tempest in despair;
To losing of my dear ?
Where gold and diamonds grow,
But none that loves you so.
How can they say that nature
Has nothing made in vain;
Should hideous rocks remain ?
That lurk beneath the deep,
And leave the maid to weep.
All melancholy lying,
Thus wailed she for her dear;
Each billow with a tear.
His floating corpse she spied,
She bowed her head, and died.
Of the poetical writers of this period we have still to notice, though we shall be compelled to do so with great brevity, Garth, Blackmore, Green, the Countess of Winchelsea, and the distinguished Scottish poet, Allan Ramsay.
SAMUEL Garth was of a good family, in Yorkshire, but the period of his birth has not been preserved. From some school in his native county he was sent to Peterhouse College, Cambridge, where he continued to reside till 1691, when he took the degree of doctor of medicine. He immediately after removed to London, was admitted a fellow of the medical college of that city, and soon became so distinguished for his conversational powers and other accomplishments, as to obtain a very extensive practice. He was a kind and benevolent man, as well as a great admirer of his own profession; and in 1696, he published The Dispensary, a poem, to aid the college of physicians in a contest in which they were then engaged with the apothecaries. The latter had ventured to prescribe as well as compound medicines ; and the physicians, to surpass them in popularity, advertised that they would give advice gratis to the poor, and established a dispensary of their own for the sale of cheap medicines.'
Though a devoted whig, Garth was the benevolent patron of merit wherever found. He early fostered the genius of Pope, and when Dryden died, delivered a Latin funeral oration over his remains. With Addison, he was, politically and personally, on terms of the closest intimacy. When, in 1713, *Cato' was brought upon the stage, he, at the author's solicitation, wrote the epilogue, which closes with the following fine lines :
Oh, may once more the happy age appear,
On the accession of the House of Hanover, Dr. Garth was knighted by George the First, but he did not long live to enjoy this honor, as his death occurred soon after, January the eighteenth, 1718.
The Dispensary, Sir Samuel Garth's principal poem, is a mock-heroic, in six cantos. Some of the leading apothecaries of the day are happily ridiculed; but the interest of the satire has passed away, and the work did not contain enough of the life of poetry to preserve it from oblivion. The following address, from a keen apothecary, is a fair specimen of the style and versification of the poem :
Could'st thou propose that we, the friends of fates,
To die, is landing on some sllent shore,
RICHARD BLACKMORE was the son of an attorney, and was born at Corsham in Wiltshire, but in what year is unknown. Having been for some time instructed at a country school, he was sent, at the age of thirteen, to Westminster, and thence entered Edmund Hall
, Oxford, where he remained till he took the degree of master of arts. He afterward travelled in Italy, and was made a doctor of medicine at the university of Padua. On his return to his native country he commenced the practice of his profession, and soon rose to eminence as a physician. He was knighted by King William, and made censor of the medical college of London.
In 1695, Sir Richard published an epic poem entitled Prince Arthur, which he says he wrote amidst the duties of his profession, in coffeehouses, or in passing up and down the streets,' and which Dryden charged