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make proselytes, while all his arguments are directed against himself. His zeal and his logic are together irresistibly ludicrous, but there is nothing in the character unnatural, as it is common for men who read more than they think, or attempt to discuss questions they do not understand, to use arguments which refute the positions they wish to defend. The meeting ends with a riot, in which McFixgal is seized, tried by the mob, convicted of violent toryism, and tarred and feathered. On being set at liberty, he assembles his friends around him in his cellar, and harangues them until they are dispersed by the whigs, when he escapes to Boston, and the poem closes. These are all the important incidents of the story, yet it is never tedious, and few commence reading it who do not follow it to the end and regret its termination. Throughout the three cantos the wit is never separated from the character of the hero.
After the removal of TRUMBULL to Hartford a social club was established in that city, of which Bialow, Colonel HUMPARIES, Doctor LEMUEL Hopkins, and our author, were members. They produced numerous essays on literary, moral, and political subjects, none of which attracted more applause than a series of papers in imitation of the “ Rolliad,” (a popular English work, ascribed to Fox, SHERIDAN, and their associates,) entitled ** American Antiquities” and “Extracts from the Anarchiad," originally printed in the New Haven
Gazette for 1786 and 1787. These papers have never been collected, but they were republished from one end of the country to the other in the periodicals of the time, and were supposed to have had considicable influence on public taste and opinions, and by the boldness of their satire to have kept in abeyance the leaders of political disorganization and infidel philosophy. TRUMBULL also aided BanLow in the preparation of his edition of Watts's version of the Psalms, and wrote several of the paraphrases in that work which have been generally attributed to the author of «The Columbiad."
TRUMBULL was a popular lawyer, and was appointed to various honourable offices by the people and the government. From 1795, in consequence of ill health, he declined all public employment, and was for several years an invalid. At length, recovering his customary vigour, in 1800 he was elected a member of the legislature, and in the year following a judge of the Superior Court. În 1808 he was appointed a judge of the Supreme Court of Errors, and held the office until 1819, when he finally retired from public life. His poems were collected and published in 1820, and in 1825 he removed to Detroit, where his daughter, the wife of the Honourable WILLIAM WOOD BRIDGE, now a member of the United States Senate for Michigan, was residing, and died there in May, 1831, in the eighty-first year
of his age.
ODE TO SLEEP.
With thee bring thy magic wand,
And thy pencil, taught to glow
In all the hues of Iris' bow. Coxe, gentle Sleep!
And call thy bright, aerial train,
Each fairy form and visionary shade,
That in the Elysian land of dreams,
The flower-enwoven banks along, And close the tearful eye;
Or bowery maze, that shades the purple streams, While dewy eve, with solemn sweep,
Where gales of fragrance breathe the enamour'd Hath drawn her fleecy mantle o'er the sky,
In more than mortal charms array'd, (song, And chased afar, adown the ethereal way, Tbe din of bustling care and gaudy eye of day.
People the airy vales and rovel in thy reign.
But drive afar the haggard crew,
That int the guilt-encrimson'd bed, Thy opiate rod, thy poppies pale,
Or dim before the frenzied view Dipp'd in the torpid fount of Lethe's stream, Stalk with slow and sullen tread;
That shroud with night each intellectual beam, While furies, with infernal glare, And quench the immortal fire, in deep Oblivion's | Wave their pale torches through the troubled air; wave.
And deep from Darkness' in most womb,
Sad groans dispart the icy tomb,
And bid the sheeted spectre rise,
Between this toil-worn world and me
See a note on this subject appended to the Life of low.
BARLOW in this volunie.
Ascend, my soul, to nobler themes
Of happier import and sublimer strain. Come and loose the mortal chain,
Rising from this sphere of night, That binds to clogs of clay the ethereal wing; Pierce yon blue vault, ingemm’d with golden fires: And give the astonish'd soul to rove,
Beyond where Saturn's languid car retires, Where never sunbeam stretch'd its wide domain; Or Sirius keen outvies the solar ray, And hail her kindred forms above,
To worlds from every dross terrene refined, In fields of uncreated spring,
Realms of the pure, ethereal mind, Aloft where realms of endless glory rise,
Warm with the radiance of unchanging day: And rapture paints in gold the landscape of the Where cherub-forms and essences of light, skies.
With holy song and heavenly rite,
From rainbow clouds their strains immortal pour;
An earthly guest, in converse high, Then through the liquid fields we'll climb,
Explore the wonders of the sky, Where Plato treads empyreal air,
From orb to orb with guides celestial soar, Where daring Homer sits sublime,
And take, through heaven's wide round, the uniAnd Pindar rolls his fiery car;
And find that mansion of the blest,
Heaven's favourite sons, from earthly chains reAnd every bard, that tuned the immortal lay,
leased, Basks in the ethereal blaze, and drinks celestial In happier Eden pass the eternal age. day.
The newborn soul beholds the angelic face
Of holy sires, that throng the blissful plain,
Or meets his consort's loved embrace,
Or clasps the son, so lost, so mourn'd in vain.
There, charm'd with each endearing wile, Bid the twilight grove arise,
Maternal fondness greets her infant's smile ; Lead the rivulet through the glade.
Long-sever'd friends, in transport doubly dear, In some flowering arbour laid,
Unite and join the interminable trainWhere opening roses taste the honey'd dew,
And, hark! a well-known voice I hear And plumy songsters carol through the shade,
I spy my sainted friend! I meet my Howe* again!
Hail, sacred shade! for not to dust consign'd,
Lost in the grave, thine ardent spirit lies,
Nor fail'd that warm benevolence of mind
To claim the birthright of its native skies.
What radiant glory and celestial grace,
Immortal meed of picty and praise !
Come to my visions, friendly shade,
'Gainst all assaults my wayward weakness arm,
Raise my low thoughts, my nobler wishes aid, Hymen's torch, with hallow'd fire,
When passions rage, or vain allurements charm; Rising beams the auspicious ray.
The pomp of learning and the boast of art, Wake the dance, the festive lyre
The glow, that fires in genius' boundless range, Warbling sweet the nuptial lay;
The pride, that wings the keen, satiric dart,
And hails the triumph of revenge.
Teach me, like thee, to feel and know
Our humble station in this vale of wo,
Twilight of life, illumed with feeble ray,
The infant dawning of eternal day ;
With heart expansive, through this scene improve Every blooming grace combining,
The social soul of harmony and love;
To heavenly hopes alone aspire and prize
The virtue, knowledge, bliss, and glory of the Press to my heart the dear deceit, and think the
skies. transport true.
* Rev. JOSEPH JIOWE, pastor of a church in Boston ; some time a fellow-tutor with the author at Yale College. He died in 1775. The conclusion of the ode was varied, by inserting this tribute of affection.
THE COUNTRY CLOWN.*
BRED in distant woods, the clown
Poor Dick! though first thy airs provoke
To tailors half themselves they owe,
Lo! from the seats, where, fops to bless,
And who for beauty need repine, That's sold at every barber's sign; Nor lies in features or complexion, But curls disposed in meet direction, With strong pomatum's grateful odour, And quantum sufficit of powder ? These charms can shed a sprightly grace O’er the dull eye and clumsy face; While the trim dancing-master's art Shall gestures, trips, and bows impart, Give the gay piece its final touches, And lend those airs, would lure a duchess.
Thus shines the form, nor aught behind, The gifts that deck the coxcomb's mind; Then hear the daring muse disclose The sense and piety of beaux.
To grace his speech, let France bestow A set of compliments for show. Land of politeness! that affords The treasure of new-fangled words, And endless quantities disburses Of bows and compliments and curses ; The soft address, with airs so sweet, That cringes at the ladies' feet; The pert, vivacious, play-house style, That wakes the gay assembly's smile; Jests that his brother beaux may hit, And pass with young coquettes for wit, And prized by fops of true discerning, Outface the pedantry of learning. Yet learning too shall lend its aid To fill the coxcomb's spongy head; And studious oft he shall peruse The labours of the modern muse. From endless loads of novels gain Soft, simpering tales of amorous pain,
How blest the brainless fop, whose praise
For now, by easy rules of trade,
* From the " Progress of Dulness.'
From the same.
* This passage alludes to the mode of dress then in fasbion.
With mimic drollery of grimace,
Blest be his ashes ! under ground
With double meanings, neat and handy,
Then, lest religion he should need,
Alike his poignant wit displays
And now the fop, with great energy,
CHARACTER OF McFINGAL.*
When Yankees, skill'd in martial rule,
His high descent our heralds trace
His fathers flourish'd in the Highlands Of Scotia's fog-benighted island; Whence gain'd our squire two gifts by right, Rebellion and the second-sight.
From" McFingal." + Lord Percy commanded the party that was first opposed by the Americans at Lexington. This allusion to the family renown of Chevy-Chace arose from the precipitate manner of his quitting the field of battle, and returning to Boston.
* STERNE's Tristram Shandy was then in the highest vogue, and in the zenith of its transitory reputation.
Of these the first, in ancient days,
Yor less avail'd his optic sleight,
Feasted with blood his Scottish clan,
Thus stored with intellectual riches,
The town, our hero's scene of action, Had long been torn by feuds of faction; And as each party's strength prevails, It turn'd up different heads or tails ; With constant rattling, in a trice Show'd various sides, as oft as dice: As that famed weaver, wife to Ulysses, By night each day's work pick'd in pieces And though she stoutly did bestir her, Its finishing was ne'er the nearer : So did this town, with steadfast zeal, Weave cobwebs for the public weal; Which when completed, or before, A second vote in pieces tore. They met, made speeches full long-winded, Resolved, protested, and rescinded; Addresses sign'd, then chose committees, To stop all drinking of Bohea-teas; With winds of doctrine veer'd about, And turn'd all Whig committees out. Meanwhile our hero, as their head, In pomp the Tory faction led, Still following, as the squire should please Successive on, like files of geese.
Thus GAGE's arms did fortune bless
This prophecy, like some of the prayers of Homer's heroes,was but half accomplished. The Hanoverians, &c., Inderd came over, and much were they feasted with dloud ; but the hanging of the rebels and the dividing, their estates remain unfulfilled. This, however, cannot
be the fault of the hero, but rather the British minister, I who left off the war before the work was completed.
* From "McFingal.”