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Scottish descent and considerable personal beauty, rather than wit with which they are seasoned. but of whom he was deprived by death in 1828. Of all the natives of Scotland, however, he has His residence was at Sydenham, and the entire least of the patois of the country in his delivery, neighborhood of that pleasant village reckoned which is surprising, when it is considered he was itself in the circle of his friends ; nor did he quit above twenty-one years of age before he quitted his rural retreat until, in 1821, literary pursuits it, and shows how accurately he must have atdemanded his residence in the metropolis. It was tuned his ear to the English pronunciation early at Sydenham, in a house looking towards the res- in life. Besides his knowledge of the Latin and ervoir, that the poet produced his greatest work, Greek languages, Campbell is a good German "Gertrude of Wyoming," written in the Spen- scholar, has acquired a considerable knowledge serian stanza. It is a simple Indian tale, but the of Hebrew, and speaks French fluently. tenderness and beauty of the thoughts and ex- During the residence of Campbell at Sydenham, pressions are scarcely equalled, certainly not sur. there were several individuals in that village who passed, in any English poet. The speech of Outa- were fond of inviting literary men to their tables, lissi seems to have furnished Byron with a hint for and were conspicuous for their conviviality. the style and form of several of his stories. About Numerous choice spirits used to meet together the same time Campbell was appointed professor there, and among them was Campbell. The of poetry in the Royal Institution, where he de- repartee and joke were exchanged, and many a livered lectures, which have since been published. practical trick played off which now forms the He also undertook the editorship of selections from burden of an after-dinner story wherever the the British poets, intended as specimens of each, various individuals then present are scattered. and accompanied with critical remarks, extend. Many of these have been since distinguished in ing to several volumes. These remarks show the the literary world; among them were the faceerudition of the author, but they also proclaim tious brothers, the Smiths, James and Horace, that fastidiousness of taste and singular sensi. Theodore Hook, and others; but it appears tiveness regarding all he publishes, which is so Campbell was behind none of them in the zest distinguishing a characteristic of this poet. He with which he entered into the pleasantries of refines, and re-refines, until his sentences appear the time, and many an anecdote is recorded of to have lost connexion with each other, in his him on these occasions, to which some biographer anxiety to render them as perfect as possible. will doubtless do justice hereafter.

Soon after the publication of his Selections he In 1824 Campbell published his " Theodric, a again visited Germany, and spent some time in Domestic Tale," the least popular of his works. Vienna, where he acquired a considerable know. Many pieces of great merit came out in the same ledge of the Austrian court and its manners, and volume, among which are the “Lines to J. P. closely observed that unrelaxing despotism by Kemble," and those entitled the “Last Man.” which it governs. He remained long at Bonn, The fame of Campbell, however, must rest on where his friend, A. W. Schlegel, resides, and his previous publications, which, though not passed his time in cultivating the intimacy of numerous, are so correct, and were so fastidious. other literary men there. Leaving his son under ly revised, that, while they remain as standards the care of a tutor in Bonn University, Campbell of purity in the English tongue, they sufficiently returned to England in 1820, to undertake the explain why their author's compositions are so editorship of the New Monthly Magazine, a pub- limited in number, “ since he who wrote so cor. lication which speedily came into extensive cir- rectly could not be expected to write much." culation, and, with Blackwood's Magazine, which By his marriage Campbell had two sons, One espouses the opposite side in politics, takes the of them died before attaining his twentieth year; lead in English menstrual literature. To the New the other while at Bonn, where, as already obMonthly Magazine Campbell has contributed little, served, he was placed for his education, exhibitindeed nothing more than is before the public ed symptoms of an erring mind, which, on his with his name. He is slow, and even idle in his return to England soon afterwards, ripened into habits of business. To fix his attention closely mental derangement of the milder species. This for any considerable time to literary labor is a disease, it is probable, he inherited on his mother's difficult thing, and composition seems rather a side, as on his father's no symptoms of it had task than a pleasure, since the fire of his youth ever been shown. After several years passed in has cooled. He is fond of the society of his this way, during which the mental disease considfriends, and of the social hour; his stock of erably relaxed, so that young Campbell became anecdotes and stories, which is extensive, is often wholly inoffensive, his father received him into displayed on these occasions, but it is humor his house. The effects of such a sight upon a mind of the most exquisite sensibility, like the exhibits great fondness for recondite subjects; poet's, may be readily imagined; it was, at times, and will frequently spend days in minute inves. a source of the keenest suffering.

tigations into languages, which in the result are We must now allude to an event in Campbell's of no moment: but his ever-delighted theme is life, which will cause him the gratitude of mil. Greece, her arts and literature. There he is at lions of unborn hearts, and the benefits of which home; it was his earliest and will probably be are incalculable. It is to Campbell that England his latest study. There is no branch of poetry or owes the London University. Four years before history which has reached us from the “mother it was made public, the idea struck his mind, from of arts” with which he is not familiar. He has having been in the habit of visiting the univer- severely handled Mitford for his singular praise sities of Germany, and studying their regulations. of the Lacedemonians at the expense of the Athe. He communicated it at first to two or three friends nians, and his preference of their barbarous and only, until his ideas upon the subject became ma- obscene laws to the legislation of the latter peoture, when they were made public, and a meeting ple. His Lectures on Greek Poetry are already upon the business convened in London, which before the public, having appeared in parts in Mr. Campbell addressed, and where the establish- the New Monthly Magazine. He also published ment of such an institution met the most zealous “Annals of Great Britain, from the accession of support. Once in operation, the men of the city, George the Third to the Peace of Amiens;" and headed by Mr. Brougham, lost not a moment in is the author of several articles on Poetry and advancing the great and useful object in view.- Belles-Lettres in the Edinburgh Encyclopædia. In The undertaking was divided into shares, which addition to the profits derived from these literary were rapidly taken. Mr. Brougham took the lead. labors, our Poet enjoys a pension from Govern. ing part, and addressed the various meetings on ment, supposed to have been granted to him for the subject. Mr. Campbell, ill fitted for steady writing political paragraphs in an evening paper, exertion, seems to have left the active arrange. in support of Lord Grenville's administration. ments to others better qualified for them by habits Campbell was, as has been before observed, of business, and contented himself with attend- educated at Glasgow, and received the honor of ing the committees. With a rapidity unexampled election for Lord Rector, three successive years, the London University has been completed; and notwithstanding the opposition of the professors Campbell has had the satisfaction of seeing his and the excellent individuals who were placed projected instrument of education in full opera. against him; among whom were the late minister tion, in less than three years after he made the Canning and Sir Walter Scott. The students of scheme public.

Glasgow College considered that the celebrity of In person, Campbell is below the middle stat. the poet, his liberal principles, his being a fellow. ure, well made, but slender. His features indi- townsman, and his attention to their interests, cate great sensibility, and that fastidiousness for entitled him to the preference. which he is remarkable in everything he under. Finally, Campbell has all the characteristics of takes. His eyes are large, peculiarly striking, and the genus irritabile about him. He is the creature of a deep blue color, his nose aquiline, his ex- of impulses, and often does things upon the spur pression generally saturnine. He has long worn of the moment, which upon reflection he recalls

. a peruke, but the natural color of his hair is He is remarkable for absence of mind; is charitadark. His step is light, but firm; and he appears ble and kind in his disposition, but of quick tem,

possess much more energy of constitution than per: his amusements are few, the friend and men of fifty-two, who have been studious in their conversation only. His heart is perhaps one of habits, exhibit in general. His time for study is the best that beats in a human bosom; it is, in mostly during the stillness of night, when he can effect, that which should belong to the poet of be wholly abstracted from external objects. He “Gertrude,” his favorite personification.



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The Pleasures of Hope.



Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear
More sweet than all the landscape smiling near

'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,

And robes the mountain in its azure hue. The Poem opens with a comparison between the Thus, with delight we linger to survey beauty of remote objects in a landscape, and those The promised joys of life's unmeasured way, ideal scenes of felicity which the imagination de- Thus, from afar, each dim-discover'd scene lights to contemplate--the influence of anticipation More pleasing seems than all the past hath been; upon the other passions is next delineated—an allu- And every form, that Fancy can repair sion is made to the well-known fiction in Pagan tra- From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. dition, that, when all the guardian deities of mankind abandoned the world, Hope alone was left be- What potent spirit guides the raptured eye hind-the consolations of this passion in situations To pierce the shades of dim futurity ? of danger and distress—the seaman on his watch— Can Wisdom lend, with all her heavenly power, the soldier marching into battle—allusion to the The pledge of Joy's anticipated hour? interesting adventures of Byron.

Ah, no! she darkly sees the fate of manThe inspiration of Hope, as it actuates the efforts of Her dim horizon bounded to a span ; genius, whether in the department of science, or of Or, if she hold an image to the view, taste domestic felicity, how intimately connected "T is Nature pictured too severely true. with views of future happiness—picture of a mother with thee, sweet Hope! resides the heavenly light, watching her infant when asleep_pictures of the That pours remotest rapture on the sight: prisoner, the maniac, and the wanderer.

Thine is the charm of Life's bewilder'd way, From the consolations of individual misery, a That calls each slumbering passion into play. transition is made to prospects of political improve- Waked by thy touch, I see the sister band, ment in the future state of society—the wide field On tiptoe watching, start at thy command, that is yet open for the progress of humanizing arts And fly where'er thy mandate bids them steer, among uncivilized nations—from these views of To Pleasure's path, or Glory's bright career. amelioration of society, and the extension of liberty and truth over despotic and barbarous countries, by Primeval HOPE, the Aönian Muses say, a melancholy contrast of ideas, we are led to reflect When Man and Nature mourn'd their first decay; upon the hard fate of a brave people recently con- When every form of death, and every woe, spicuous in their struggles for independence—descrip-Shot from malignant stars to earth below; tion of the capture of Warsaw, of the last contest When Murder bared her arm, and rampant War of the oppressors and the oppressed, and the mas-Yoked the red dragons of her iron car; sacre of the Polish patriots at the bridge of Prague, When Peace and Mercy, banish'd from the plain, apostrophe to the self-interested enemies of human Sprung on the viewless winds to Heaven again; improvement—the wrongs of Africa—the barbarous All, all forsook the friendless guilty mind, policy of Europeans in India-prophecy in the Hin- But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind. doo mythology of the expected descent of the Deity to redress the miseries of their race, and to take Thus, while Elijah's burning wheels prepare vengeance on the violators of justice and mercy. From Carmel's heighis to sweep the fields of air,

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, At summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow Dropt on the world—a sacred gift to man. Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow Whose sun-bright summit mingles with the sky? Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe ;

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Won by their sweets, in Nature's languid hour, To wake each joyless morn, and search again
The way-worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower; The famish'd haunts of solitary men;
There, as the wild bee murmurs on the wing, Whose race, unyielding as their native storm,
What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring! Know not a trace of Nature but the form;
What viewless forms th' Æolian organ play, Yet, at thy call, the hardy tar pursued,
And sweep the furrow'd lines of anxious thought Pale, but intrepid, sad, but unsubdued,

Pierced the deep woods, and hailing from afar

The moon's pale planet and the northern star ; Angel of life! thy glittering wings explore Paused at each dreary cry, unheard before, Earth's loneliest bounds, and Ocean's wildest shore. Hyenas in the wild, and mermaids on the shore; Lo! to the wintry winds the pilot yields

Till, led by thee o'er many a cliff sublime, His bark, careering o'er unfathom'd fields ;

He found a warmer world, a milder clime, Now on Atlantic waves he rides afar,

A home to rest, a shelter to defend, Where Andes, giant of the western star,

Peace and repose, a Briton and a friend ! (2) With meteor-standard to the winds unfurld, Looks from his throne of clouds o'er half the world! Congenial Hope! thy passion-kindling power,

How brighi, how strong, in youth's untroubled hour! Now far he sweeps, where scarce a summer smiles On yon proud height, with Genius hand in hand, On Behring's rocks, or Greenland's naked isles : I see thee light, and wave thy golden wand. Cold on his midnight watch the breezes blow, From wastes that slumber in eternal snow;

“Go,child of Heav'n! (thy winged words proclaim) And waft, across the wave's tumultuous roar, "T is thine to search the boundless fields of fame! The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore. Lo! Newton, priest of nature, shines afar,

Scans the wide world, and numbers every star! Poor child of danger, nursling of the storm, Wilt thou, with him, mysterious rites apply, Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form! And watch the shrine with wonder-beaming eye! Rocks, waves, and winds, the shatler'd bark delay; Yes, thou shalt mark, with magic art profound, Thy heart is sad, thy home is far away.

The speed of light, the circling march of sound;

With Franklin grasp the lightning's fiery wing,
But Hope can here her moonlight vigils keep, Or yield the lyre of Heav'n another string. (3)
And sing to charin the spirit of the deep:
Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole,

“The Swedish sage (4) admires in yonder bowers,
Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul ; His winged insects, and his rosy flowers;
His native hills that rise in happier climes, Calls from their woodland haunts the savage train
The grot that heard his song of other times, With sounding horn, and counts them on the plain-
His cottage home, his bark of slender sail,

So once, at Heaven's command, the wand'rers came
His glassy lake, and broomwood-blossom'd vale, To Eden's shade, and heard their various name.
Rush on his thought; he sweeps before the wind,
Treads the loved shore he sigh'd to leave behind ; " Far from the world, in yon sequester'd clime,
Meets at each step a friend's familiar face, Slow pass the sons of Wisdom, more sublime;
And flies at last to Helen's long embrace;

Calm as the fields of Heav'n his sapient eye
Wipes from her cheek the rapture-speaking tear, The loved Athenian lifts to realms on high,
And clasps, with many a sigh, his children dear! Admiring Plato, on his spotless page,
While, long neglected, but at length caress'd, Stamps the bright dictates of the Father sage:
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest,

Shall Nature bound to Earth's diurnal span
Points to the master's eyes (where'er they roam) The fire of God, th' immortal soul of man?
His wistful face, and whines a welcome home.

“ Turn. child of Heav'n, thy rapture-lighten'd eye Friend of the brave! in peril's darkest hour, To Wisdom's walks,-the sacred Nine are nigh: Intrepid Virtue looks to thee for power;

Hark! from bright spires that gild the Delphian To thee the heart its trembling homage yields,

height, On stormy floods, and carnage-cover'd fields, From streams that wander in eternal light, When front to front the banner'd hosts combine, Ranged on their hill, Harmonia's daughters swell Halt ere they close, and form the dreadful line. The mingling tones of horn, and harp, and shell; When all is still on Death's devoted soil,

Deep from his vaults, the Loxian murmurs flow, (5) The march-worn soldier mingles for the toil; And Pythia's awful organ peals below. As rings his glittering tube, he lifts on high The dauntless brow, and spirit-speaking eye, “ Beloved of Heav'n! the smiling Muse shall shed Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come, Her moonlight halo on thy beauteous head; And hears thy stormy music in the drum! Shall swell thy heart to rapture unconfined,

And breathe a holy madness o'er thy mind. And such thy strength-inspiring aid that bore I see thee roam her guardian pow'r beneath, The hardy Byron to his native shore-(1)

And talk with spirits on the midnight heath ; In horrid climes, where Chiloe's lempests sweep Inquire of guilty wand'rers whence they came, Tumultuous murmurs o'er the troubled deep, And ask each blood-stain'd form his earthly name; "T was his to mourn Misfortune's rudest shock, Then weave in rapid verse the deeds they tell, Scourged by the winds, and cradled on the rock, And read the trembling world the tales of hell.


«When Venus, throned in clouds of rosy hue, And weaves a song of melancholy joyFlings from her golden urn the vesper dew, * Sleep, image of thy father, sleep, my boy: And bids fond man her glimmering noon employ, No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine ; Sacred to love, and walks of tender joy ;

No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine, A miider mood the goddess shall recall,

Bright as his manly sire the son shall be And soft as dew thy tones of music fall;

In form and soul; but, ah! more blest than be! While Beauty's deeply-pictured smiles impart Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love, at last, A pang more dear than pleasure to the heart- Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past Warm as thy sighs shall flow the Lesbian strain, With many a smile my solitude repay, And plead in Beauty's ear, nor plead in vain. And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away. "Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more sacred deem,

“And say, when summond from the world and

thee And steep thy song in Mercy's mellow stream? To pensive drops the radiant eye beguile

I lay my head beneath the willow-tree,

Wilt thou, sweet mourner! at my stone appear. For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile ;On Nature's throbbing anguish pour relief?

And soothe my parted spirit lingering near? And teach impassion’d souls the joy of gries?

Oh, wilt thou come, at evening hour to shed

The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed; « Yes; to thy tongue shall seraph words be given, With aching temples on thy hand reclined, And power on earth to plead the cause of Heaven; Muse on the last farewell I leave behind, The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone,

Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low, That never mused on sorrow but its own,

And think on all my love, and all my woe?" Unlocks a generous store at thy command,

So speaks Affection, ere the infant eye Like Horeb's rocks beneath the prophet's hand. (6)

Can look regard, or brighten in reply; The living lumber of his kindred earth,

But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim Charm'd into soul, receives a second birth,

A mother's ear by that endearing name; Feels thy dread power another heart afford,

Soon as the playful innocent can prove Whose passion-touch'd harmonious strings accord

A tear of pity, or a smile of love, True as the circling spheres to Nature's plan ;

Or cons his murmuring task beneath her care, And man, the brother, lives the friend of man.

Or lisps with holy look his evening prayer, “ Bright as the pillar rose at Heaven's command, Or gazing. mutely pensive, sits to hear When Israel march'd along the desert land,

The mournful ballad warbled in his ear; Blazed through the night on lonely wilds afar,

Ilow fondly looks admiring Hope the while And told the path,-a never-setting star:

At every artless tear, and every smile! So, heavenly Genius, in thy course divine,

How glows the joyous parent to descry Hope is thy star, her light is ever thine."

A guileless bosom, true to sympathy!

Where is the troubled heart, consign'd to share Propitious Power! when rankling cares annoy

Tumultuous toils, or solitary care, The sacred home of Hymenean joy;

Unblest by visionary thoughts that stray When doom'd to Poverty's sequester’d dell,

To count the joys of Fortune's better day!
The wedded pair of love and virtue dwell,

Lo, nature, life, and liberty relume
Unpitied by the world, unknown to fame,
Their woes, their wishes, and their hearts the same— A long-lost friend, or hapless child restored,

The dim-eyed tenant of the dungeon gloom,
Oh, there, prophetic Hope! thy smile bestow,

Smiles at his blazing hearth and social board ; And chase the pangs that worth should never know

Warm from his heart the tears of rapture flow, There, as the parent deals his scanty store To friendless babes, and weeps to give no more,

And virtue triumphs o'er remember'd woe. Tell, that his manly race shall yet assuage

Chide not his peace, proud Reason! nor destroy Their father's wrongs, and shield his latter age. The shadowy forms of uncreated joy, What though for him no Hybla sweets distil, That urge the lingering tide of life, and pour Nor bloomy vines wave purple on the hill; Spontaneous slumber on his midnight hour. Tell, that when silent years have pass'd away, Hark! the wild maniac sings, to chide the gale That when his eye grows dim, his tresses grey, That wafts so slow her lover's distant sail : These busy hands a lovelier cot shall build, She, sad spectatress, on the wintry shore And deck with fairer flowers his little field, Watch'd the rude surge his shroudless corse that bore, And call from Heaven propitious dews to breathe Knew the pale form, and, shrieking in amaze, Arcadian beauty on the barren heath ;

Clasp'd her cold hands, and fix'd her maddening gaze: Tell, that while Love's spontaneous smile endears Poor widow'd wretch! 'twas there she wept in vain, The days of peace, the sabbath of his years, Till Memory fled her agonizing brain ;Health shall prolong to many a festive hour But Mercy gave, to charm the sense of woe, The social pleasures of his humble bower. Ideal peace, that truth could ne'er bestow;

Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam, Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps, And aimless Hope delights her darkest dream. Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps; She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies,

Oft when yon moon has climb’d the midnight sky, Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes, And the lone sea-bird wakes its wildest cry,

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