about them which reminds us of the oracularities of Di Johnson. He paints his author; and though you may dispute an opinion, who can deny a likeness? Campbell, at college, was eminent for three things, his poverty, his wit, and his scholarship. A poor, little black-eyed boy, with his toes protruding through his shoes, he was wont to haunt the stove in the logic class; and when driven from it by tall dunderheads from Belfast, used to pelt them with extempore epigrams till, to his infinite delight, he got them to chase him through the class-room; and then the little vagabond, wheeling around, regained his warm corner. It was a high moment for him when he was raised to the post of Lord Rector in his native university. Unbounded was the enthusiasm which prevailed. Such crowding! such cramming such questioning! "Have you seen him? and you? and you?" and after he was seen, and his fine, frank inaugural address was delivered, "Does he come up to your expectations? isn't he a better speaker than we thought he had been? what fine dark eyes he has got!" And better still when he mingled so familiarly with his constituents, walking arm in arm with them, and giving them (trembling to the very toes) the other and the other grasp of his warm right hand. What proud men we all were, when each of us received a copy of his first inaugural oration, with the magic words, "To so and so, from Thomas Campbell." We remember being in a debating society one evening, when the news arrived that the Lord Rector had unexpectedly come down from London on some matter affecting the interests of the students. It was an eccentric and chivalrous move on his part, ard out rushed we in a body to meet and welcome him with respondent enthusiasm. We found him in his brother-in-law's, sipping his coffee, were most cordially received, and after some delightful chit-chat, and a warm-hearted speech or two, left him in a transport of admiration. He, too, felt his fame; and never-not when composing the "Pleasures of Hope," did his blood boil higher; and never was his tongue half so eloquent, as in his meetings with, and his buoyant and cordial speecnes to, the students of Glasgow. In memory of the halcyon days of the "Good Lord Rector," some of the cleverer of his admirers established a Campbell Club. He was the first poet we ever saw; and for us to meet, hear, feel the tingling touch of the author of "O'Connor's Child," was a thing to dream of, not to see.” Great as was 66 the enthusiasm of all the red-gowned electors, there was none in whose heart it beat more warmly than in his, who now indites this feeble but sincere tribute to his fame Alas! since the above was written, the poet of Hope (who, doubly alas! had ere his death become the walking image of despondency) has departed from among us. And with him has passed away that era of literature which stretched between the fall of Pope and the rise of Wordsworth. In Westminster Abbey now lie entombed, not only the remains of a fine though frail spirit, but of one beautiful age of English poetry Peace, but not oblivion, to their united manes! CONTENTS Pleasures of Hope.-Part I. -Part II. .................... ... Theodric: a Domestic Tale........................................................................ .................... Fragment, from the Greek of Alcman ........... Martial Elegy, from the Greek of Tyrtæus Page. ... 3 21 34 50 50 51 52 53 Specimens of Translation from Medea.............................................. Speech of the Chorus, in the same Tragedy............... O'Connor's Child; or, "The flower of love lies bleeding".. 57 Lochiel's Warning ...................... Battle of the Baltic....................................................................... Glenara...................................... Exile of Erin........................ Lord Ullin's Daughter...... Ode to the Memory of Burns.......... Lines written on Visiting a Scene in Argyleshire Valedictory Stanzas to J. P. Kemble, Esq., composed for a 83 84 86 88 Lines written at the Request of the Highland Society in London, when met to commemorate the 21st of March, the day of Victory in Egypt. 124 Stanzas to the Memory of the Spanish Patriots latest killed in resisting the Regency and the Duke of Angouleme.. 126 Song of the Greeks 127 ......... 95 104 112 Ode to Winter Page. ....... 129 Lines spoken by Mrs. Bartley at Drury-Lane Theatre on the first opening of the House, after the death of the Princess Charlotte, 1817. Lines on the Grave of a Suicide ........ Reullura..... The Turkish Lady ....... 131 133 .... 142 The Brave Roland...................................... 141 Song.-"Oh, how hard it is to find".................................................. 144 M-, before her Marriage... The Dirge of Wallace .... ... 145 146 Song." Drink ye to her that each loves best" ............ 160 Song." Withdraw not yet those lips and fingers" Part II.-To the Evening Star.............................. 171 The Beech-tree's Petition....................................................... Field Flowers............. 173 174 Song. To the Evening Star.......................................................... 175 Stanzas to Painting... Lines inscribed on the Monument lately finished by Mr. Absence ........ ........................... Lines on Revisiting a Scottish River......... The "Name Unknown;" in imitation of Klopstock........... 178 181 Lines on the Camp Hill, near Hastings.. ........... Lines on Poland............................................................................... A Thought suggested by the New Year................... 192 |