been treated in a pliilosophical manner; and as the author set out with liberal professions, his readers were induced to take for granted that he had thrown much new light on the subject. He is, however, original only in the manner in which he has contrived to throw a charm over a few acknowledged truths and common-place opinions. Instead of beginning by definition, and proceeding gradually to analyze the pleasure resulting from what are generally considered as the objects of true taste, he lets loose his imagination, invites liis reader into fairy-land, and delights him by excursive remarks and allegorical details, but in a style which even Johnson, who had no great opinion of Cooper, allowed to be splendid and spirited.

In 1755, lie published the Tomb of Shakspeare, a vision; and when the World was set up by Dodsley and Moore, he contributed two papers, which, with those he published in the Museum, afford a proof that in this species of writing he might have attained considerable fame, if he had avowed his productions. In 1756, he appears to have caught the alarm very general at that time among the enemies of administration, lest the Hessian troops, brought into the country to defend the kingdom froin invasion, should be instrumental in subverting its liberties. Mr. Cooper was no politician, but he was a poet, and he determined to contribute his share of warning, in a poem entitle:l, The Genius of Britain, addressed to Mr. Pitt.

In 1758, he published Epistles to the Great, from Aristippus in Retirement, and soon after The Call of Aristippus, addressed to Di. Akenside, in a style of adulation pardonable only to the warmest feelings of friendship. Between him and Dr. Akenside all this miglii subsist : there was at least a perfect cordiality of sentiment in philosophy and politics. Both hated the ruling government as much as they admired the school of Shaftesbury. But their fate was different. Akenside had to make his way to practice through all the obstacles of party and prejudice. Cooper was a gentleman of easy fortune, enamoured of retirement, and who appears to have had no inducement to conceal what he thought, or retract what he had said.

Some other of his lesser pieces were publislied about this time; and in 1759, liis translation of Gresset's Ver Vert, a mock heroic poem, in four cantos. In 1762, all these, with the exception of the Ver Vert and The Esiimate of Life, which are now added, were published in one volume by Dodsley, whom he allowed to take that liberty, and who informs us, that they were originally written for the author's amusement, and afterwards published for the bookseller's profit.

If this has the appearance of vanity, it may at least be pardoned for its liberality. It does not appear that he ever sold any of his works, and during the publication of the Museum he was an indefatigable contributor. At this time, he had probably takein leave of the Muses, and was applying himself to the active and useful duties of a magistrate. He resided, however, occasionally in London, and was a constant attendant and frequent speaker at the Society for the Encouragement of Arts, Manufactures, and Commerce. Of this he had unsuccessfully endeavoured to become a vice-president, and felt his disappointment so keenly as to retire in disgust. He died at his house in MasFair, after a long and excruciating illuess, occasioned by the stone, April 17, 1769, in the forty-sixth year of his age.

Dr. Kippis, who knew him personally, informs us that he was a gentleman of polite address and accomplishments; and, if the general tenour of his works may be credited, he possessed an amiable and affectionate heart. His chief foible was vanity; but this is more discoverable in his writings than it probably was in his life. Vanity, however, in an author is a foible to which the world cannot be easily reconciled; and the slighting opinion that has been sometimes, passed on his poems may, I think, be as much attributed to the disgust of the critic, as to the demerit of the author. There are few of the minor poets who have higher claims to originality. The Epistles to Aristippus, his Songs, and the Father's Advice to his Son, although of unequal merit, contain many passages that are truly poetical. His veneration for some of the French poets, particularly Gresset, induced him to attempt a mode of versification in the Epistles, to which the English ear cannot easily become familiar, and which is not to be justified from any defect in the manliness or copiousness of the English language. Yet this study of the French writers, of no use in other respects, has rendered his translation of the Ver Vert almost a perfect copy of the original, and far superior to the coarse version since published by the late Dr. Geddes. Of his other pieces, the Theagenes to Sylvia is a faint imitation, although servilely intended, of Pope's Eloisa ; The Power of Harmony, designed as a philosophical illustration of the principles of Shaftesbury, will probably obtain few readers. The prevailing fault in all his pieces, and which he learned from adopting the careless versification borrowed from the French, is a licentious use of the elision, as in the words om'nous, follwing, and many others: bis rhymes also are frequently defective. Why the Estimate of Life was omitted from Dodsley's edition of his works, I know not. It contains more true poetry than half the volume. It was originally published in the Museum, and afterwards in Dodsley's Collection of Miscela laneous Poems.

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The following poems having been very favourably received by the public when they first appeared,

at different times, in detached pieces, the author has been prevailed upon to permit me to collect them into this small volume.

When I requested him to give me a preface, he replied, “ that to those whom such trifles afforded pleasure, a formal introduction would be unnecessary; that he wrote most of them, when he was very young, for his own amusement, and published them afterwards for my profit; and, as they had once answered both those ends, was very little solicitous what would be the fate of them for the future."


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EPISTLES TO HIS FRIENDS IN TOWN, Where dwell th’high vulgar of the town,

Which England's common courtesy, FROM ARISTIPPUS IN RETIREMENT.

To make bad fellowship go down, The species of poetry, in which the following Politely calls good company. epistles are written, has been used, with great Remote from politics and strife, success, among the French, hy Chapelle, Chau

From the dull sons of business free, lieu, La Fare, Gresset, Madame Deshouliéres, Unfetter'd by domestic life, and others; but I do not remember to have seen

To letter'd ease a votary, it before in the English language. The unconfined I spend alternately my hours return of the rhymes, and easiness of the diction, 'Twixt Epicurus' myrtle bow'rs seem peculiarly adapted to epistolary composi- And Academus' palmy grove, tions. The author professedly imitates the ge- Happy, from Seine's meandring shores, neral manner of the above-mentioned writers, Where polisb’d pleasures ever rove, but he is more particularly obliged to Gresset, The first to bring the Thespian maids, for two or three bints in his performance, which to play to Science and to Love he has acknowledged in the marginal notes. The Ou Cyprian pipes in British shades. reader will not forget, that these four epistles were No levées here attend bis giace, written originally under a fictitious character.

My-lording ev'ry morn an ass,
Nor office-clerks with busy face,

To make fools wonder as they pass,
THE RETREAT OF ARISTIPPUS. Whisper dull nothings in his ear,

'Bout some rogue borough-monger thcre.
The well-bred insipidity

Of town assemblies ne'er is heard,

And candidates for prelacy,
Je vous livre me réveries

That sable, supple, bowing herd,
Que quelques verités hardies,

This silent territory fly;
Viennent librement mélanger.

For bishoprics are seldom found

In realms of scientific ground.

No doctor's medicinal wig,
EIZ'D with the rage of being great

No titled beggar's suppliant knee,
In courts, my lord, let others lead

No alderman with knighthood big (Exchanging happiness for state)

And newly purchas'd pedigree, The crowd of tinsel'd slaves, who tread

No vultures of the human race The miry ministerial road

From Temple or from Lincoln's-Inn, To modern Honour's dark abode,

No pseudo-patriot out of place,



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