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continue tutor to lord Burleigh, upon the pressing solicitations of the duke of Wharton, and his grace's assurances of providing for him in a much more ample manner. It also appeared that the duke had given him a bond for six hun. dred pounds, dated the 15th of March, 1721, in consideration of his taking several journeys, and being at great expences, in order to be chosen member of the house of commons, at the duke's desire, and in consideration of his not taking two livings, of two hundred pounds and four hundred pounds, in the gift of All Souls college, on his grace's pro mises of serving and advancing him in the world.
Of his adventures in the Exeter family I am unable to give any account. The attempt to get into parliament was at Cirencester, where Young stood a contested election. His grace discovered in him talents for oratory as well as for poetry. Nor was this judgment wrong. Young, after he took orders, became a very popular preacher, and was much followed for the grace and animation of his delivery. By his oratorical talents he was once in his life, according to the Biographia, deserted. As he was preaching in his turn at St. James's, he plainly perceived it was out of his power to command the attention of his audience. This so affected the feelings of the preacher, that he sat back in the pulpit, and burst into tears.- -But we must pursue his poetical life.
In 1719 he lamented the death of Addison, in a letter addressed to their common friend Tickell. For the secret history of the following lines, if they contain any, it is now vain to seek :
In joy once join'd, in sorrow, now, for years
From your account of Tickell, it appears that he and Young used to "communicate to each other whatever verses they wrote, even to the least things."
In 1719 appeared a Paraphrase on part of the Book of Job. Parker, to whom it is dedicated, had not long, by means of the seals, been qualified for a patron. Of this work the author's opinion may be known from his letter to Curll:
"You seem, in the collection you propose, to have omitted what I think may claim the first place in it; I mean a translation from part of Job, printed by mr. Tonson." The dedication, which was only suffered to appear in mr. Tonson's edition, while it speaks with satisfaction of his prescnt retirement, seems to make an unusual struggle to escape from retirement. But every one who sings in the dark does not sing from joy. It is addressed, in no com. mon strain of flattery, to a chancellor, of whom he clearly appears to have had no kind of knowledge.
Of his satires it would not have been possible to fix the dates without the assistance of first editions, which, as you had occasion to observe in your account of Dryden, are with difficulty found. We must then have referred to the poems, to discover when they were written. For these internal notes of time we should not have referred in vain. The first satire laments, that "Guilt's chief foe in Addison is fled." The second, addressing himself, asks,
Is thy ambition sweating for a rhyme,
The satires were originally published separately in folio, under the title of The Universal Passion. These passages fix the appearance of the first to about 1725, the time at which it came out. As Young seldom suffered his pen to dry, after he had once dipped it in poetry, we may conclude that he began his satires soon after he had written the Paraphrase on Job. The last satire was certainly finished in the beginning of the year 1726. In December 1725, the king, in his passage from Helvoetsluys, escaped with great difficulty from a storm, by landing at Rye; and the conclusion of the satire turns the escape into a miracle, in such an encomiastic strain of compliment, as poetry too often seeks to pay to royalty.
From the sixth of these poems we learn,
Midst empire's charms, how Carolina's heart
since the grateful poet tells us, in the next couplet,
Her favour is diffus'd to that degree,
Her majesty had stood godmother, and given her name, to the daughter of the lady whom Young married in 1731; and had perhaps shewn some attention to lady Elizabeth's future husband.
The fifth satire, on Women, was not published till 1727; and the sixth not till 1728.
To these poems, when, in 1728, he gathered them into one publication, he prefixed a preface; in which he observes, that " no man can converse much in the world, but at what he meets with he must either be insensible or grieve, or be angry or smile. Now to smile at it, and turn it into ridicule," he adds, "I think most eligible, as it hurts ourselves least, and gives vice and folly the greatest offence. Laughing at the misconduct of the world will, in a great measure, ease us of any more disagreeable passion about it. One passion is more effectually driven out by another than by reason, whatever some teach." So wrote, and so of course thought, the lively and witty satirist at the grave age of almost fifty, who, many years earlier in life, wrote the Last Day. After all, Swift pronounced of these satires, that they should either have been more angry or more merry.
Is it not somewhat singular that Young preserved, without any palliation, this preface, so bluntly decisive in favour of laughing at the world, in the same collection of his works which contains the mournful, angry, gloomy Night Thoughts?
At the conclusion of the preface he applies Plato's beautiful fable of the Birth of Love to modern poetry, with the addition, “that poetry, like love, is a little subject to blindness, which makes her mistake her way to preferments and honours; and that she retains a dutiful admiration of her father's family; but divides her favours, and generally lives with her mother's relations." Poetry, it is true, did not lead Young to preferments or to honours; but was there not something like blindness in the flattery which he sometimes forced her, and her sister, prose, to utter? She
was always, indeed, taught by him to entertain a most dutiful admiration of riches; but surely Young, though nearly related to poetry, had no connection with her whom Plato makes the mother of love. That he could not well complain of being related to poverty appears clearly from the frequent bounties which his gratitude records, and from the wealth which he left behind him. By The Universal Passion he acquired no vulgar fortune, more than three thousand pounds. A considerable sum had already been swallowed up in the South Sea. For this loss he took the vengeance of an author. His muse makes poetical use more than once of a South Sea dream.
It is related by mr. Spence, in his manuscript anecdotes, on the authority of mr. Rawlinson, that Young, upon the publication of his Universal Passion, received from the duke of Grafton two thousand pounds; and that, when one of his friends exclaimed, "Two thousand pounds for a poem!" he said it was the best bargain he ever made in his life, for the poem was worth four thousand.
This story may be true; but it seems to have been raised from the two answers of lord Burghley and sir Philip Sidney, in Spenser's life.
After inscribing his satires, not perhaps without the hopes of preferment and honours, to such names as the duke of Dorset, mr. Dodington, mr. Spencer Compton, lady Elizabeth Germaine, and sir Robert Walpole, he returns to plain panegyric. In 1726, he addressed a poem to sir Robert Walpole, of which the title sufficiently explains the intention. If Young must be acknowledged a ready celebrator, he did not endeavour, or did not choose, to be a lasting one. The Instalment is among the pieces he did not admit into the number of his excusable writings. Yet it contains a couplet which pretends to pant after the power of bestowing immortality :
Oh! how I long, enkindled by the theme,
"The bounty of the former reign seems to have been continued, possibly increased, in this. Whatever it might have been, the poet thought he deserved it; for he was
not ashamed to acknowledge what, without his acknow ledgment, would now perhaps never have been known:
My breast, O Walpole, glows with grateful fire.
If the purity of modern patriotism will term Young a pensioner, it must at least be confessed he was a grateful one.
The reign of the new monarch was ushered in by Young with Ocean, an ode. The hint of it was taken from the royal speech, which recommended the increase and the encouragement of the seamen; that they might be "invited, rather than be compelled by force and violence, to enter into the service of their country;" a plan which humanity must lament that policy has not even yet been able, or willing, to carry into execution. Prefixed to the original publication were an Ode to the King, Pater Patriæ, and an Essay on Lyric Poetry. It is but justice to confess, that he preserved neither of them; and that the ode itself, which in the first edition, and in the last, consists of seventy-three stanzas, in the author's own edition is reduced to forty-nine. Among the omitted passages is a wish, that concluded the poem, which few would have suspected Young of forming; and of which few, after having formed it, would confess something like their shame by suppression.
It stood originally so high in the author's opinion, that he entitled the poem Ocean, an ode; concluding with a Wish ̧ This wish consists of thirteen stanzas. The first runs thus:
O may I steal
Along the vale
Of human life, secure from foes!
My friend sincere,
My judgment clear,
And gentle business my repose!
The last three stanzas are not more remarkable for just rhymes: but, altogether, they will make rather a curious page in the life of Young :