JAMES SIX. BORN, 1757.-DIED, 1786. we The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, How small a space of time they share! (WALLER.) Respecting this ingenious and accomplished young man, we are sorry that it is not in our power to make any addition to the following short notice, extracted from the Gentleman's Magazine for January, 1787: "Died at Rome, James Six, M. A. Fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge. He was a young man of great natural abilities, and extensive learning. He understood the Hebrew, Greek, Latin, Italian, French, and German languages; and in most, if not all of them, had a well-grounded and accurate knowledge: of his classical and mathematical learning, the several prizes which he obtained during the course of his academical studies, are an eminent and honourable proof. Two beautiful odes, translated from the German, give no mean idea of his poetical powers; and as a draughtsman his designs were executed with wonderful neatness and elegance. To these accomplishments, which adorn society, he added a sweetness of manner, and a benevolence of disposition that endeared him to his family and friends, and gained him, wheresoever he went, attention and esteem. He was buried at Rome, in a place appropriated to protestants. He was the son of James Six, Esq. of Canterbury, to whose ingenious observations and experiments in natural philosophy, &c. the public have been much indebted." We have been favoured with authentic copies of a few poems written by Mr. Six, which have appeared before, with the exception of one, but in an incorrect state; they are now copied from his own manuscripts, and being very elegantly written, induce us to express our regreť for that diffidence which has withheld from the public eye others which we are assured exist. Their publication can reflect nothing but honour upon the lamented writer. SONNET I. 1778. No mate is brooding now in covert nigh, So cold on Earth disrobed; or thy lay Fall Winter on thee; if thou e'er be fain His roof protect thee, and his crumbs maintain. Mr. S. was a Fellow of the Royal Society, and the inventor of that ingenious and useful instrument, the Self-regulating Thermometer. For an ample, but modest account of which, see a posthumous work, published at Maidstone, in 8vo 1794. SONNET II. 1778. Offspring of Love first-born, whom young desire Invited often by a wanton smile Snatches inflam'd, and trembles all the while, Trembling with awe, with passion all on fire, No common muse thy praises will require. What bliss from coral lips to bear the spoil! The bees in spring with less delightful toil Suck op'ning blossoms e'er their sweets expire. While on the vermeil altar thou art lying, Like some fair off'ring sprinkled o'er with dew, Amidst the fire of pure affection dying, Thee oft the votaries of love renew, Rekindle oft the holy flame with sighing, And swear by thee their mutual passion true. SONNET III. 1778. Sweet pledge of Love, and early fruit of joy, Cemented souls with mutual rapture sealing, Soft summoner of ev'ry tender feeling, Though sensual pure, and rich without alloy, Such is thy power, as when her skill displaying, Or to beguile disquietude of heart, Through mazy notes with fairy finger straying, Some virgin makes the wakeful iv'ry start, This, to the strings the soft alarm conveying, Fills with harmonious tremor ev'ry part. On seeing a Mourning Ring, in memory of the Rev. William Gostling,* ornamented with a crystal urn, enclosing a plaited lock of his hair, 1778. When I survey this emblematic urn, This briefly comprehensive tale peruse, O narrow shrine! and is thy crystal stor❜d Won from the crowded coffers of the grave. Lo! here his rev'rend locks may vie with snow, On that fair brow as open as his heart, Where is the glist'ning eye, the pregnant smile, Decrepit Age, and racking Gout conspir'd To break his firm composure, but in vain : * Author of the “Walk in and about Canterbury," and one of the Minor Canons of the Cathedral, Careless the fetters of Disease he bore, While mem'ry led his active mind to stray Still Fancy views him, still I seem to spy His lamp, his book, his posture, form and dress: Beside him Filial Care, with anxious eye Watching his undisclosed wants to guess. Thus his Good Name, and Honour'd Image still THE APPARITION. Translated from the German of Count Stolberg. 1782. Reclin'd I lay on grassy bed, Spring scatter'd odours o'er my head, The falling bloom, dew-dropping skies, When lo! a form celestial bright In vision broke upon my sight: The gleam of Hesp'rus in her eyes I view'd; Her heav'nly-smiling lips exhal'd beatitude. |