Imágenes de páginas
PDF
EPUB

almost five months old. It is not the most exe traordinary performance in the world: but, from the circumstance of Chatterton's parentage and education, it is unlikely, if not impoffible, that he fhould have met with any affiftance or correction. Whereas, when we read the ode which Pope wrote at twelve, and another of Cowley at thirteen, we are apt to fufpect a parent, friend, or tutor, of an amiable dishonesty, of which we feel, perhaps, that we should be guilty. Sufpicions of this nature touch not Chatterton. He knew no tutor, no friend, no parent---at least no parent who could correct or affift him. This poem appears to have been aimed at fomebody, zubile be was young. In the works this poem is dated April 1694 A friend affured me has seen it in a mifcellany, with this recommendation," written by Mr. Addison, when he was only twentyfeven." Some recommendation is required by a poem which concludes with these four lines (Addison's works, 4to. Tonfon, 1721, vol. 1. page 41.).

I leave the arts of poefy and verse

To them that practice them with more fuccefs.
Of greater truths I'll now prepare to tell,

And fo, at once, dear friend and mufe, farewell.

Chaulieu, a French poet, afks indulgence for a little rondeau becaufe, at the time he wrote it, he was Poëte NAISSANT, & FORT jeune (ævres de Chaulieu, à la Haye, 1777-) The apology will hold, if a man bee xceedingly young and a fucking post at forty, which was Chaulieu's age when he wrote the rondeau in1 queftion.

0 2

who

who had formerly been a Methodist, and was lately promoted (to the dignity, perhaps, of opening a pew or a grave; for C. was the fexton's fon) in the established church. Satire was his fort, if any thing can be called his fort, who excelled in every thing he undertook. Catcott has another later poem of C.'s, called, I think, "The Exhibition." The church here also fupplied his indignation with a fubject. But, as the fatire is rather fevere, and the characters are living, Catcott does not permit it to be copied. He has fuffered it to be read, and the three following couplets are in different parts of it. At the fame time that the lines are furely not bad, they fhow that mufic was one of the many things Chatterton found means to acquire during the few months he lived. He is known to have been mufical; a fact we have upon poetical record only of him and Milton, I believe. They are not lowered in your eftimation on this account.---C.'s father had a remarkable turn for mufic. An old female relation fays he talked little, was very abfent in company; and ufed very often to walk by the river fide, talking to himself, and flourishing his arms about.---The firft and second couplets I mentioned, are in ridicule, the laft in praife, of fome organist.

Sacred

Sacred to fleep, in his inverted key,
Dull doleful diapafons die away.

Whofe jarring humdrum fymphonies of flats
Rival the harmony of midnight cats.

He keeps the paffions with the founds in play,

And the foul trembles with the trembling key.

Thee in key is, I believe, in the Somersetshire pronunciation, a.

Now, for the poem.

APOSTATE WILL, BY T. C.

In days of old, when Wefley's pow'r
Gather'd new ftrength by every hour;
Apoftate Will, just funk in trade,
Refolv'd his bargain fhould be made :
Then ftrait to Wesley he repairs,
And puts on grave and folemn airs;
Then thus the pious man addrefs'd,
Good Sir, I think your doctrine beft;
Your fervant will a Wesley be,
Therefore the principles teach me.
The preacher then inftruction gave,
How he in this world fhould behave :
He hears, affents, and gives a nod,
Says every word's the word of God,
Then lifting his diffembling eyes,
How bleffed is the fect! he cries;

Nor Bingham, Young, nor Stillingfleet,

Shall make me from this fect retreat.

[blocks in formation]

He then his circumftance deciar'd,
How hardly with him, matters, far'd,
Eegg'd him next meeting for to make
A fmall collection for his fake.
The preacher faid, Do not repine,
The whole collection fhall be thine.
With looks demure and cringing bows,
About his bufinefs ftrait he goes;
His outward acts were grave and prim,
The Methodist appear'd in him;
But, be his outward what it will,
His heart was an Apoftate's fill;

He'd oft profefs an hallow'd flame,
And every where preach'd Wesley's name

He was a preacher and what not,
As long as money could be got;
He'd oft profefs with holy fire,
The labourer's worthy of his hire.

It happen'd once upon a time,
When all his works were in their prime,
A noble place appear'd in view,
Then to the Methodists, adieu ;
A Methodist no more he'll be,

The Proteftants ferve beft for be.
Then to the curate ftrait he ran,
And thus addrefs'd the rev'rend man
I was a Methodist, 'tis true,
With penitence I turn to you;
O that it were your bounteous will.
That I the vacant place might fill!
With juftice I'd my felf acquit,
Do every thing that's right and fit..

The

The curate ftraitway gave confent
To take the place he quickly went.
Accordingly he took the place,

And keeps it with diffembled grace.
April 14th, 1764.

Though it may not be the next in order of compofition, for I fhall fend you nothing which is already printed, I fhall now transcribe for you a poem dated 1769; of which Catcott tells, that talking one day with Chatterton about happiness, Chatterton faid he had never yet thought on the fubject, but that he would. The next day he brought Catcott thefe lines, and told him they contained his creed of happinefs. There can in this be no deceit; for the pewterer produces the poem, and in the fimplicity of his vanity, imagines it to contain a panegyric on himself.

[blocks in formation]

Since Happiness is not ordain'd for man,
Let's make ourfelves as happy as we can
Poffeft with fame or fortane, friend or whore,
But think it happinefs-

We want no more.

Hail Revelation! fphere-envelop'd dame,
To fome divinity, to moft a name,
Reafon's dark-lanthorn, fuperftition's fun,
Whofe caufe myfterious and effect are one-
From thee, ideal blifs we only trace,
Fair as ambition's dream, or bounty's face,

But

« AnteriorContinuar »