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AMES HAMMOND, a popular elegiac poet, was the “ Love Elegies” were published soon afte b second son of Anthony Hammond, Esq. of Somer- death by Lord Chesterfield, and have been te sham Place, in Huntingdonshire. He was born in times reprinted. It will seem extraordinary to 1710, and was educated in Westminster school, the noble editor has only once mentioned the te where at an early age he obtained the friendship of of Tibullus, and has asserted that Hammool, sseveral persons of distinction, among whom were cere in his love, as in his friendship, spoke only a Lords Cobham, Chesterfield, and Lyttleton. He genuine sentiments of his heart, when there si was appointed equerry to Frederic, Prince of many obvious imitations of the Roman poet, et Wales, and upon his interest was brought into par- so far as the adoption of his names of Neera, ( liament in 1741, for Truro in Cornwall. This was thia, and Delia. It must, however, be ackum nearly the last stage of his life, for he died in June ledged, that he copies with the hand of a masei 1742, at the seat of Lord Cobham, at Stowe. An and that his imitations are generally managed unfortunate passion for a young lady, Miss Dash- a grace that almost conceals their character. Se wood, who was cold to his addresses, is thought to as they are, in fact, poems of this class, borre have disordered his mind, and perhaps contributed skilfully transposed, we shall content ourselves we to his premature death.
transcribing one which introduces the name of is Hammond was a man of an amiable character, principal patron with peculiarly happy effect and was much regretted by his friends. His
What joy to hear the tempest howl in vain,
Or lull’d to slumber by the beating rain,
Secure and happy, sink at last to rest !
content with each other, they are retired into the By shady rivers indolently stray, country.
And with my Delia, walking side by side,
Hear how they murmur, as they glide away! Let others boast their heaps of shining gold, What joy to wind along the cool retreat, And view their fields, with waving plenty crown'd, To stop, and gaze on Delia as I go! Whom neighbouring foes in constant terrour hold, To mingle sweet discourse with kisses sweet, And trumpets break their slumbers, never sound. And teach my lovely scholar all I know ! While calmly poor I trifle life away,
Thus pleas'd at heart, and not with fancy's dream, Enjoy sweet leisure by my cheerful fire,
In silent happiness I rest unknown;
Content with what I am, not what I seem,
Ah, foolish man, who thus of her possest, And plant my orchard with its master's hand, Could float and wander with ambition's wind, Nor blush to spread the hay, the hook to wield, And if his outward trappings spoke him blest, Or range my sheaves along the sunny land. Not heed the sickness of his conscious mind! If late at dusk, while carelessly I roam,
With her I scorn the idle breath of praise, I meet a strolling kid, or bleating lamb,
Nor trust to happiness that 's not our own; Under my arm I'll bring the wanderer home, The smile of fortune might suspicion raise, And not a little chide its thoughtless dam.
But here I know that I am lov'd alone.
Stanhope, in wisdom as in wit divine,
Delia alone can please, and never tire, May rise, and plead Britannia's glorious cause, Exceed the paint of thought in true delight; With steady rein his eager wit confine,
With her, enjoyment wakens new desire, While manly sense the deep attention draws. And equal rapture glows through every night : Cet Stanhope speak his listening country's wrongs, Beauty and worth in her alike contend, My humble voice shall please one partial maid; To charm the fancy, and to fix the mind; For her alone I pen my tender song,
In her, my wife, my mistress, and my friend, Securely sitting in his friendly shade.
I taste the joys of sense and reason join'd. Stanhope shall come, and grace his rural friend, On her I'll gaze, when others loves are o'er, Delia shall wonder at her noble guest,
And dying press her with my clay-cold hand. With blushing awe the riper fruit commend, Thou weep'st already, as I were no more, And for her husband's patron cull the best. Nor can that gentle breast the thought withstand. Hers be the care of all my little train,
Oh, when I die, my latest moments spare, While I'with tender indolence am blest,
Nor let thy grief with sharper torments kill, The favourite subject of her gentle reign,
Wound not thy cheeks, nor hurt that flowing hair, By love alone distinguish'd from the rest.
Though I am dead, my soul shall love thee stiil : For her I'll yoke my oxen to the plough,
Oh, quit the room, oh, quit the deathful bed, In gloomy forests tend my lonely flock ;
Or thou wilt die, so tender is thy heart; For her a goat-herd climb the mountain's brow, Oh, leave me, Delia, ere thou see me dead, And sleep extended on the naked rock.
These weeping friends will do thy mournful part: Ah, what avails to press the stately bed,
Let them, extended on the decent bier, And far from her 'midst tasteless grandeur weep, Convey the corse in melancholy state, By marble fountains lay the pensive head,
Through all the village spread the tender tear, And, while they murmur, strive in vain to sleep? While pitying maids our wondrous loves relate.
WILLIAM SOMERVILE, an agreeable poet, was his mind, and plunged him into habits which born in 1692, at his father's seat at Edston, in shortened his life. He died in 1742; and his Warwickshire. He was educated at Winchester friend Shenstone, with much feeling, annoutes school, whence he was elected to New College, the event to one of his correspondents. Somervile Oxford. His political attachments were to the passed his life in celibacy, and made over the te Whig party, as appeared from his praises of Marl version of his estate to Lord Somervile, a brant borough, Stanhope, and Addison. To the latter of of the same family, charged with a jointure to bis these he addressed a poem, in which there is the mother, then in her 90th year. happy couplet alluded to in the Spectator :
As a poet, he is chiefly known by " The Cher," “ When panting Virtue her last efforts made,
a piece in blank verse, which maintains a high “ You brought your Clio to the Virgin's aid.”
rank in the didactic and descriptive classes. Being
composed by one who was perfectly conversant with “ Clio" was known to be the mark by which Ad- the sports which are its subject, and entered in dison distinguished his papers in that miscellany. them with enthusiasm, his pictures greatly surpes
Sornervile inherited' à considerable paternal the draughts of the same kind which are attempte estate, on which le principally lived, acting as a by poets by profession. Another piece concertel magistrate, and pursuing with ardour the amuse- with this is entitled “ Field Sports," but only do ments of a sportsman, varied with the studies of a scribes that of hawking. In his “ Hobbino, man of letters. His mode of living, which was Rural Games," he attempts the burlesque hospitable, and addicted to conviviality, threw him tolerable success. Of his other pieces, serious and into pecuniary embarrassments, which preyed on comic, there are few which add to his fame.
The Chase I sing, hounds, and their various teeb THE CHASE.
And no less various use. O thou, great prince! Book I.
Whom Cambria's towering hills proclaim their lot
Deign thou to hear my bold, instructive song.
While grateful citizens with pompous show,
ness the prince. The origin of hunting. The Of thy illustrious house; while virgins pave rude and unpolished manner of the first hunters. Thy way with flowers, and, as the royal youth Beasts at first hunted for food and sacrifice. The Passing they view, admire and sigh in vain ; grant made by God to man of the beasts, &c. While crowded theatres, too fondly proud The regular manner of hunting first brought of their exotic minstrels, and shrill pipes, into this island by the Normans. The best hounds The price of manhood, hail thee with a song, and best horses bred here. The advantage of And airs soft-warbling ; my hoarse-sounding here this exercise to us, as islanders. Address to Invites thee to the Chase, the sport of kings; gentlemen of estates. Situation of the kennel Image of war, without its guilt
. The Muse and its several courts. The diversion and em- Aloft on wing shall soar, conduct with care ployment of hounds in the kennel. The different Thy foaming courser o'er the steepy rock, scription of a perfect hound. Of sizing
and sort- Light-bounding o'er the wave, from shore to share ing of hounds; the middle-sized
hound recom- Be thou our great protector, gracious youth! mended of the large deep-mouthed hound for And if, in future times, some envious prince
, their use on the borders of England and Scotland Thy Britain's
commerce, or should strive in vain A physical account of scents. of good and To wrest the balance from thy equal hand; bad scenting days. A short admonition to my Thy hunter-train, in cheerful green array'd
, brethren of the couples.
(A band undaunted, and inur'd to toils)
hall compass thee around, die at thy feet, Is bred the perfect hound, in scent and speed ir hew thy passage through th'embattled foe, As yet unrivall’d, while in other climes nd clear thy way to fame: inspir’d by thee Their virtue fails, a weak degenerate race. the nobler chase of glory shall pursue
In vain malignant steams and winter fogs hrough fire, and stnoke, and blood, and fields of Load the dull air, and hover round our coasts, death.
The huntsman ever gay, robust, and bold, Nature, in her productions slow, aspires
Defies the noxious vapour, and confides y just degrees to reach perfection's height : In this delightful exercise, to raise o mimic Art works leisurely, till Time
His drooping herd, and cheer his heart with joy. nprove the piece, or wise Experience give
Ye vigorous youths, by smiling Fortune blest he proper finishing. When Nimrod bold, With large demesnes, hereditary wealth, 'hat mighty hunter, first made war on beasts, Heap'd copious by your wise forefathers' care, nd stain'd the woodland-green with purple dye, Hear and attend! while I the means reveal 'ew, and unpolish'd was the huntsman's art; T' enjoy those pleasures, for the weak too strong, o stated rule, his wanton will his guide.
Too costly for the poor : To rein the steed Tith clubs and stones, rude implements of war, Swift stretching o'er the plain, to cheer the pack le arm'd his savage bands, a multitude
Opening in consorts of harmonious joy, ntrain'd; of twining osiers form'd, they pitch But breathing death. What though the gripe severe heir artless toils, then range the desert hills, Of brazen-fisted Time, and slow disease nd scour the plains below; the trembling herd Creeping through every vein, and nerve unstrung. art at th' unusual sound, and clamorous shout Aflict my shatter'd frame, undaunted still, nheard before ; surpris'd, alas! to find
Fix'd as a mountain ash, that braves the bolts Can now their foe, whom erst they deem'd their lord, Of angry Jove ; though blasted, yet unfallen ; ut mild and gentle, and by whom as yet
Still can my soul in Fancy's mirrour view 'cure they graz’d. Death stretches o'er the plain Deeds glorious once, recall the joyous scene 'ide-wasting, and grim slaughter red with blood: In all its splendours deck’d, o'er the full bowl rgd on by hunger keen, they wound, they kill, Recount my triumphs past, urge others on heir rage licentious knows no bound; at last, With hand and voice, and point the winding way: ncumber'd with their spoils, joyful they bear Pleas'd with that social sweet garrulity, pon their shoulders broad the bleeding prey. The poor disbanded veteran's sole delight. art on their altars smoke a sacrifice
First let the kennel be the huntsman's care, o that all-gracious Power, whose bountcous band Upon some little eminence erect, ipports his wide creation; what remains
And fronting to the ruddy dawn; its courts n living coals they broil, inelegant
On either hand wide opening to receive f taste, nor skill’d as yet in nicer arts
The Sun's all-cheering beams, when mild he shines, f pamper'd luxury. Devotion pure,
And gilds the mountain tops. For much the pack nd strong necessity, thus first began
(Rous'd from their dark alcoves) delight to stretch he chase of beasts : though bloody was the deed, And bask in his invigorating ray: et without guilt. For the green herb alone Warn’d by the streaming light and merry lark, nequal to sustain man's labouring race,
Forth rush the jolly clan ; with tuneful throats ow every moving thing that liv'd on Earth They carol loud, and in grand chorus join'd las granted him for food. * So just is Heaven, Salute the new-born day. For not alone o give us in proportion to our wants.
The vegetable world, but men and brutes Or chance or industry in after-time
Own his reviving influence, and joy me few improvements made, but short as yet At his approach. Fountain of light ! if chance f due perfection. In this isle remote
Some envious cloud veil thy refulgent brow, ur painted ancestors were slow to learn,
In vain the Muses' aid ; untouch'd, unstrung, o arms devote, of the politer arts
Lies my mute barp, and thy desponding bard or skill'd nor studious; till from Neustria's coasts Sits darkly musing o'er th' unfinish'd lay. ictorious William, to more decent rules
Let no Corinthian pillars prop the dome, ubdu'd our Saxon fathers, taught to speak A vain expense, on charitable deeds he proper dialect, with horn and voice
Better dispos’d, to clothe the tatter'd wretch, o cheer the busy hound, whose well-known cry Who shrinks beneath the blast, to feed the poor, lis listening peers approve with joint acclaim. Pinch'd with afflictive want. For use, not state, 'rom him successive huntsmen learn'd to join Gracefully plain, let each apartment rise. n bloody social leagues, the multitude
O’er all let cleanliness preside, no scraps Dispers'd; to size, to sort their various tribes; Bestrew the pavement, and no half-pick'd bones 'o rear, feed, hunt, and discipline the pack. To kindle fierce debate, or to disgust
Hail, happy Britain ! highly favour'd isle, That nicer sense, on which the sportsman's hope,
Have lapp'd their smoking viands, morn or eve, That bore the great Pelides through the press
From the full cistern lead the ductile streams, Of heroes arm’d, and broke their crowded ranks; To wash thy court well pav’d, nor spare thy pains, Which, proudly neighing, with the Sun begins For much to health will cleanliness avail. Cheerful his course, and ere his beams declinc, Seek'st thou for hounds to climb the rocky steep, das measur'd half thy surface unfatigued. And brush th' entangled covert, whose nice scent In thee alone, fair land of liberty !
O'er greasy fallows and frequented roads
Can pick the dubious way? Banish far off • Gen. chanix
Each noisome stench let no offeneivo smell
Invade thy wide enclosure, but admit
But husband thou thy pleasures, and give scope The nitrous air and purifying breeze.
To all her subtle play: by Nature led Water and shade no less demand thy care : A thousand shifts she tries; t' unravel these In a large square th' adjacent field enclose, Th' industrious beagle twists his waving tail, There plant in equal ranks the spreading elm, Through all her labyrinths pursues, and rings Or fragrant lime; most happy thy design,
Her doleful knell. See there with countenars If at the bottom of thy spacious court,
blithe, A large canal, fed by the crystal brook,
And with a courtly grin, the fawning hound From its transparent bosom shall reflect
Salutes thee cowering, his wide opening nose Downward thy structure and inverted grove. Upward he curls, and his large sloe-black eyes Here when the Sun's too potent gleams annoy Melt in soft blandishments and humble joy; The crowded kennel, and the drooping pack, His glossy skin, or yellow-pied, or blue, Restless, and faint, loll their unmoisten'd tongues, In lights or shades by Nature's pencil drawn, And drop their feeble tails, to cooler shades Reflects the various tints; his ears and legs Lead forth the panting tribe; soon shalt thou find Fleckt here and there, in gay enamell’d pride,
The cordial breeze their fainting hearts revive : Rival the speckled pard ; his rush-grown tail Tumultuous soon they plunge into the stream,
O'er his broad back bends in an ample arch; There lave their reeking sides, with greedy joy On shoulders clean, upright and firm he stands; Gulp down the flying wave, this way and that His round cat foot, strait hams, and wide-que From shore to shore they swim, while clamour loud
thighs, And wild uproar torments the troubled food : And his low-dropping chest, confess his speed, Then on the sunny bank they roll and stretch His strength, his wind, or on the steepy hill, Their dripping limbs, or else in wanton rings Or far-extended plain ; in every part Coursing around, pursuing and pursued,
So well proportion'd, that the nicer skill The merry multitude disporting play.
Of Phidias himself can't blame thy choice. But here with watchful and observant eye, Of such compose thy pack. But here a mean Attend their frolics, which too often end
Observe, nor the large hound prefer, of size In bloody broils and death. High o'er thy head Gigantic; he in the thick-woven covert Wave thy resounding whip, and with a voice Painfully tugs, or in the thorny brake Fierce-menacing o'errule the stern debate,
Torn and embarrass'd bleeds : But if too small. And quench their kindling rage; for oft in sport The pigmy brood in every furrow swims; Begun, combat ensues, growling they snarl, Moil'd
in the clogging clay, panting they lag Then on their haunches rear'd, rampant they seize Behind inglorious ; or else shivering creep Each other's throats, with teeth and claws in gore Benumb'd and faint beneath the sheltering thorn Besmear'd, they wound, they tear, till on the ground, For hounds of middle size, active and strong, Panting, half dead the conquer'd champion lies : Will better answer all thy various ends, Then sudden all the base ignoble crowd
And crown thy pleasing labours with success Loud-clamouring seize the helpless worried wretch, As some brave captain, curious and exact, And, thirsting for his blood, drag different ways By his fix'd standard forms in equal ranks His mangled carcass on th' ensanguin'd plain. His gay battalion, as one man they move O breasts of pity void ! t' oppress the weak, Step after step, their size the same, their arms, To point your vengeance at the friendless head, Far-gleaming, dart the same united blaze : And with one mutual cry insult the fall’n ! Reviewing generals his merit own; Emblem too just of man's degenerate race. How regular ! how just! And all his cares Others apart, by native instinct led,
Are well repaid, if mighty George approve. Knowing instructor ! 'mong the ranker grass So model thou thy pack, if honour touch Cull each salubrious plant, with bitter juice Thy generous soul, and the world's just applause Concoctive stor’d, and potent to allay
But above all take heed, nor mix thy hounds Each vicious ferment. Thus the hand divine Of different kinds ; discordant sounds shall grat: Of Providence, beneficent and kind
Thy ears offended, and a lagging line
But if the amphibious otter be thy chase, Their great physician. Now grown stiff with age, Or stately stag, that o'er the woodland reigns; And many a painful chase, the wise old hound, Or if the harmonious thunder of the field Regardless of the frolic pack, attends
Delight thy ravish'd ears ; the deep-flew'd bound His master's side, or slumbers at his ease
Breed up with care, strong, heavy, slow, but sure Beneath the bending shade; there many a ring Whose ears down-hanging from his thick round be Runs o'er in dreams; now on the doubtful foil Shall sweep the morning dew, whose clanging ve Puzzles perplex’d, or doubles intricate
Awake the mountain Echo in her cell, Cautious unfolds, then, wing'd with all his speed, And shake the forests : The bold Talbot kind Bounds o'er the lawn to seize his panting prey,
Of these the prime ; as white as Alpine snows; And in imperfect whimperings speaks his joy. And great their use of old. Upon the banks
A different hound for every different chase Of Tweed, slow winding through the vale, the ses Select with judgment; nor the timorous hare Of war and rapine once, ere Britons knew O'ermatch'd destroy, but leave that vile offence The sweets of peace, or Anna's dread coinmaad: To the mean, murderous, coursing crew; intent To lasting leagues the haughty rivals aw'd, On blood and spoil. Oblast their hopes, just There dwelt a pilfering race; well train'd and ski Heaven!
In all the mysteries of theft, the spoil And all their painful drudgeries repay
Their only substance, feuds and war their sport: With disappointment and severe remorse.
Not more expert in every fraudful art