edified, himself was not," or to demon'strate, practically as it were, and by example, how possible it is to have all fine and noble feelings, or their appearance, for a moment, and yet retain no particle of respect for them, or of belief in their intrinsic worth or permanent reälity. JEFFREY. FRANCIS JEFFREY, one of the most eloquent writers and most masterly critics in the English language, an eminent jurist and orator, was born at Edinburgh, Scotland, on the 23d of October, 1773. He passed six years at the High School of Edinburgh, studied at the University of Glasgow for two sessions of six months each, and in his eighteenth year resided for a few months at Oxford. His reading in his youth embraced classics, history, ethics, criticism, and the belleslettres: he was indefatigable in practicing composition, and in early manhood wrote many verses. He was admitted to the Scottish bar at the age of twentyone. The first number of the "Edinburgh Review," which contained five papers of Jeffrey's, appeared in October, 1802, when he was twenty-nine years old; and he became its editor after the first two or three numbers. The celebrity which the Review at once attained, was owing far more to him than any other of the contributors. His professional practice became very great; and from 1816 till he ceased to practice, he was the acknowledged leader of the Scottish bar. In 1820, and again in 1821, he was elected Lord Rector of the University of Glasgow. He was appointed president of the Faculty of Advocates in 1829, when he resigned the editorship of the Review, a position which he had held for twentyseven years. During that period he contributed more than two hundred articles. In 1830 he was appointed Lord Advocate, an office which, besides many other duties, involved those of Secretary of State for Scotland. He thus entered parliament in his fifty-eighth year. In 1834 he was raised to the bench, and became an eminent judge, assuming the title of Lord Jeffrey. In 1843 he published three volumes, containing selections from his "Contributions to the Edinburgh Review." He died at Edinburgh, January 26th, 1850. II. 68. LORD BYRON. MAN of rank, and of capacious soul, Who riches had, and fame, beyond desire; An heir of flattery, to titles born, And reputation, and luxurious life : Or to be known, because his fathers were, Above him seemed, By Nature taught, and inward melody, In prime of youth, he bent his eagle eye. No cost was spared. What books he wished, he read; What sage to hear, he heard; what scenes to see, He saw. And first in rambling school-boy days, Britannia's mountain-walks, and heath-girt lakes, And story-telling glens, and founts, and brooks, And maids, as dew-drops, pure and fair, his soul With grandeur filled, and melody, and love. 3. Then travel came, and took him where he wished. He cities saw, and courts, and princely pomp ; And mused alone on ancient mountain-brows; And mused on battle-fields, where valor fought In other days; and mused on ruins gray With years; and drank from old and fabulous wells, Of ocean mused, and on the desert waste; Aught that could rouse, expand, refine the soul, 4. He touched his harp, and nations heard entranced. 5. Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flowed, And soared untrodden heights, and seemed at home, The loftiest thought; and proudly stooped, as though With Nature's self Stood on the Alps, stood on the Apennines, 6. Suns, moons, and stars, and clouds his sisters were ; And seemed to mock the ruin he had wrought. Of Fame's dread mountain sat: not soiled and worn, But, as some bird of heavenly plumage fair He looked, which down from higher regions came, 9. The nations gazed, and wondered much, and praised; Critics before him fell in humble plight,— To catch his eye; and stretched, and swelled themselves, With weaker wing, unearthly fluttering made, And gave abundant sport to after days. 10. Great man! The nations gazed, and wondered much, And praised; and many called his evil good. Wits wrote in favor of his wickedness; He died he died of what? Of wretchedness. Of fame; drank early, deeply drank; drank draughts And all his sympathies in being died. 11. As some ill-guided bark, well-built, and tall, And mölder in the winds and rains of heaven; A gloomy wilderness of dying thought, Repined and groaned, and withered from the earth. POLLOK. ROBERT POLLOK was born in 1799, in Renfrewshire, Scotland, where his father was a small farmer. After receiving the usual elementary education, he entered, at the age of nineteen, on a five years' course of study in the University of Glasgow. His ambitious and energetic poem, "Course of Time," appeared in the spring of 1827, and speedily obtained a popularity which it is not likely soon to lose. Its deeply religious character recommended it to serious persons; and it was admired by critics for the many flashes of original genius which light up the crude and unwieldly design, and atone for the narrow range of thought and knowledge, as well as for the stiff pomposity that pervades the diction. A few of its passages are strikingly and most poetically imaginative, and some are beautifully touching. Immediately after the publication of his poem, he was admitted as a preacher in the United Secession Church. He died of consump tion in September of the same year, before the age of thirty. III. 69. MIDNIGHT-THE COLISEUM. HE stars are fōrth, the moon above the tops Tof the snow-shining mountains. Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Than that of man; and in her starry shade I learned the language of another world. Begun and died upon the gentle wind. 3. Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breach 1 Cŏl`i sẽ um, the amphitheatre of Vespasian, at Rome, the largest in the world, said to have held 110,000 spectators. The ruins are still standing. It is said to have been built in one year, by the compulsory labor of twelve thousand Jews. It was called the Coliseum, from the colossal statue of Nero, which was placed in it. In this amphitheater were exhibited the contests of gladiators and wild animals, and other savage spectacles in which the Romans delighted. |