JOHN BROWN. 1715-1766.

Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinc'd That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction, That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour Serves but to brighten all our future days.

Barbarossa. Act v. Sc. 3.

And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin. An Essay on Satire, occasioned by the Death of Mr. Pope.1

MARK AKENSIDE. 1721-1770.

Such and so various are the tastes of men. Pleasures of the Imagination. Book iii. Line 567.

Than Timoleon's arms require,

And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre.

Ode. On a Sermon against Glory. St. ii.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

Epistle to Curio.

Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys,

And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.

The Virtuoso. St. x.

1 Anderson's British Poets, x. 879. See note in Contemporary Review, Sept. 1867, p. 4.

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Townley. Garrick.

JAMES TOWNLEY.

1715-1778.

Kitty. Shikspur? Shikspur? Who wrote it? No, I never read Shikspur.

Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to come. High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1.

From humble Port to imperial Tokay.

Ibid.

DAVID GARRICK. 1716 – 1779.

Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.

Prologue to The Gamesters.

Their cause I plead,—plead it in heart and mind;
A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.1

Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776.

Let others hail the rising sun :

I bow to that whose course is run.2

On the Death of Mr. Pelham.

This scholar, rake,

Christian, dupe, gamester,

and poet.

Jupiter and Mercury.

1 I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling. - Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy; Democritus to the Reader.

Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.

Virgil, Eneid, Lib. i. 630.

2 Pompey . . . . bade Sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun. Clough, Dryden's Plutarch, iv. 66. Life of Pompey.

" To this complexion those must come at fast" _ Last

line

Youches skull. "To Kis faour she must come "

WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756.

How sleep the brave who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes bless'd!

Ode in 1746.

By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there.

When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung.

Ibid.

The Passions. Line 1.

Filled with fury, rapt, inspir'd. Ibid. Line 10.

'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.

Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell. Eclogue 1. Line 5.

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Foote. - Merrick.- Smollett.

[Collins continued.

Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part;

Nature in him was almost lost in Art.

To Sir Thomas Hanmer on his Edition of Shakespeare.

In yonder grave a Druid lies.

Ode on the Death of Thomson.

SAMUEL FOOTE.

1720-1777:

He made him a hut, wherein he did put

The carcass of Robinson Crusoe.

O poor Robinson Crusoe!

The Mayor of Garratt. Act i. Sc. 1.

JAMES MERRICK.

1720-1769.

Not what we wish, but what we want.

Hymn.

TOBIAS SMOLLETT.

1721-1771.

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share ;
Lord of the lion heart, and eagle eye,
Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

Facts are stubborn things.1

Ode to Independence.

Translation of Gil Blas. Book x. Ch. 1.

1 Facts are stubborn things. — Elliot, Essay on Field

Husbandry, p. 35. (1747.)

Of my distracting grief, I found myself
As women wish to be who love their lords.

Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1.

My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills
My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain,
Whose constant cares were to increase his store,
And keep his only son, myself, at home.

Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die.

Ibid.

Act v. Sc. 1.

RICHARD GIFFORD. 1725-1807.

Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; All at her work the village maiden sings, Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.

Contemplation.

ARTHUR MURPHY. 1727-1805.

Thus far we run before the wind.

The Apprentice. Act v. Sc. 1.

Above the vulgar flight of common souls.