SAMUEL ROGERS. 1763-1855.

Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

The Pleasures of Memory. Part ii. i

She was good as she was fair,

None
As pure in thought as angels are:
To know her was to love her.1

none on earth above her!

Jacqueline. Stanza 1.

The good are better made by ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.2
A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease

Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

The soul of music slumbers in the shell
Till waked and kindled by the master's spell;

Stanza 3.

Human Life.

And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!

Ibid.

Ibid.

Then never less alone than when alone.3

Ibid.

Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves, not dead, but gone before, —

He gathers round him.

Mine be a cot beside the hill;

A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear;
A willowy brook that turns a mill,

With many a fall, shall linger near.

1 See Burns, page 452.

Ibid.

A Wish.

None knew thee but to love thee.-HALLECK: On the Death of Drake.

2 See Bacon, page 165.

See Gibbon, page 430.

Numquam se minus otiosum esse, quam quum otiosus, nec minus solum, quam quum solus esset (He is never less at leisure than when at leisure, nor less alone than when he is alone). CICERO: De Officiis, liber iii. c. 1. This is literally from Seneca, Epistola lxiii. 16. See Mathew Henry

page 283.

1

456

ROGERS.

FERRIAR. RADCLIFFE.

That very law which moulds a tear
And bids it trickle from its source,
That law preserves the earth a sphere,
And guides the planets in their course.

Go! you may call it madness, folly;
You shall not chase my gloom away!
There's such a charm in melancholy
I would not if I could be gay.

On a Tear.

Το

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.1
Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it:
He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.

Pastum.

Epigram.

JOHN FERRIAR. 1764-1815.

The princeps copy, clad in blue and gold.

Illustrations of Sterne. Bibliomania. Line 6.

Now cheaply bought for thrice their weight in gold.

Line 65.

Torn from their destined page (unworthy meed
Of knightly counsel and heroic deed).

Line 121.

How
pure the joy, when first my hands unfold
The small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold!

Line 137

Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns,
And as the portal opens to receive me,

A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts
Tells of a nameless deed.2

1 See Waller, page 221.

2 These lines form the motto to Mrs. Radcliffe's novel, “The Mysteries of Udolpho," and are presumably of her own composition.

MORTON.

His [Burke's] imperial fancy has laid all Nature under tribute, and has collected riches from every scene of the creation and every walk of art.

Apology for the Freedom of the Press

He [Kippis] might be a very clever man by nature for aught I know, but he laid so many books upon his head that his brains could not move.

...

Gregory's Life of Hall

Call things by their right names. Glass of brandy and water! That is the current but not the appropri ate name: ask for a glass of liquid fire and distilled damnation.1

THOMAS MORTON. 1764-1838.

Ibid.

What will Mrs. Grundy say?

Speed the Plough. Acti. Sc. 1.

Push on, keep moving.

A Cure for the Heartache. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise indeed.

Act v. Sc. 2.

SIR JAMES MACKINTOSH.

1765-1832.

Diffused knowledge immortalizes itself.

Vindicia Gallica.

The Commons, faithful to their system, remained in a wise and masterly inactivity.

Disciplined inaction.

Ibid.

Causes of the Revolution of 1688. Chap. vii.

The frivolous work of polished idleness.

Dissertation on Ethical Philosophy. Remarks on Thomas Brown.

1 See Tourneur, page 34.

He calls drunkenness an expression identical with ruin. DIOGENES LAERTIUS: Pythagoras, vi.

LADY NAIRNE. 1766-1845.

There's nae sorrow there, John,
There's neither cauld nor care, John,
The day is aye fair,

In the land o' the leal.

Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a’.

The Land o' the Leal

Oh, we 're a' noddin', nid, nid, noddin';
Oh, we 're a' noddin' at our house at hame.

A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.

Gude Nicht, etc.1

We're a' Noddin'. The Laird o' Cockpen.

ANDREW JACKSON. 1767-1845.

Our Federal Union: it must be preserved.

Toast given on the Jefferson Birthday Celebration in 1830.

You are uneasy; you never sailed with me before, I Life of Jackson (Parton). Vol. iii. p. 493.

see.2

JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. 1767-1848.

Think of your forefathers!

Think of your posterity! Speech at Plymouth, Dec. 22, 1802.

In charity to all mankind, bearing no malice or ill-will to any human being, and even compassionating those who hold in bondage their fellow-men, not knowing what they do.* Letter to A. Bronson. July 30, 1838.

1 Sir Alexander Boswell composed a version of this song.

2 A remark made to an elderly gentleman who was sailing with Jackson down Chesapeake Bay in an old steamboat, and who exhibited a little fear. 8 Et majores vestros et posteros cogitate. - TACITUS: Agricola, c. 32. 31. 4 With malice towards none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right. - ABRAHAM LINCOLN: Second In augural Address.

This hand, to tyrants ever sworn the foe,
For Freedom only deals the deadly blow;
Then sheathes in calm repose the vengeful blade,
For gentle peace in Freedom's hallowed shade.1

Written in an Album, 1842.

This is the last of earth! I am content.

His Last Words, Feb. 21, 1848.

DAVID EVERETT. 1769-1813.

You'd scarce expect one of my age
To speak in public on the stage;
And if I chance to fall below
Demosthenes or Cicero,

Don't view me with a critic's eye,

But pass my imperfections by.

Large streams from little fountains flow,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.2

Lines written for a School Declamation.

SYDNEY SMITH. 1769–1845.

8

It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch understanding. Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 15, That knuckle-end of England, that land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and sulphur.

No one minds what Jeffrey says:

P. 17.

it is not more

than a week ago that I heard him speak disrespectfully

of the equator.

1 See Sidney, page 264.

Ibid.

2 The lofty oak from a small acorn grows.-LEWIS DUNCOMBE (1711

1730): De Minimis Maxima (translation).

8 See Walpole, page 389.