HOOD.

1798-1845.

"From grave to gay, from lively to severe."-POPE.

HUMOURIST most witty, and most comic bard!
O ft didst thou yet deep tragic pathos throw
O'er crime, and horror, misery keen and hard;
Despair's dire pangs, or lonely grief to show.

Alluding to the striking Ballads 'Eugene Aram,' 'Song of the Shirt,' 'Pauper's Funeral,' &c.

CHALMERS.

1780-1847.

"Dear Chalmers! great in powers, but these above,
Great in devotion, holiness, and love."-REV. T. GRINFIELD.

CHEERFUL, hospitable, kind,

Highest in the rank of mind,

Among thy Scotia's wise and good,
Loving to scatter heavenly food:
Most warm-hearted, generous, mild,
E ver humble as a child,
Real welcome didst thou give,
Such from thee did I receive.

WORDSWORTH.

1770-1850.

"My lot has lain in scenes sublime and rude,

Where still devoutly I have serv'd and sought

The Power Divine that dwells in solitude."-SOUTHEY.

WANDERING, through many a year, 'mongst Cumbria's

hills,

O'er her wild fells, sweet vales, and sunny lakes,
Rich stores of thought thy musing mind distils,
Day-dreams of poesy thy soul awakes:-
Such was thy life—a poet's life, I ween;
Worshipper thou of Nature! every scene
Of beauty stirr'd thy fancy's deeper mood,
Reflection calm'd the current of thy blood:
Thus in the wide 'Excursion' of thy mind
High thoughts in words of worth we still may find.

PEEL.

1788-1850.

"The obedient passions on thy voice attend,
And e'en reluctant party feels awhile
Thy gracious power."-THOMSON.

PRIDE of our patriot politician band,
Enlighten'd orator-form'd to command:
E'en causing rancorous party-strife to yield;
Living to see fierce faction's laws repeal'd.

WELLINGTON.

1769-1852.

"See history write

With a pencil of light,

The page that illumines her Wellington's names."-MOORE.
WHAT time the Corsican appear'd on earth,
Erin was blest in thy far nobler birth.

Like to thy deeds, what brilliant crimes dare vie?
Looking to Duty's call with steadfast eye.
In war thou stand'st the first on history's page;
N or e'en in peace wast found less calmly sage:
Great Captain! of thyself great Conqueror, too:
Thy triumphs ceas'd not with proud Waterloo.
On to green age thy simple grandeur rose,
N e'er dimm'd or tarnish'd to thy life's calm close.

MOORE.

1780-1852.

"The Poet of all circles, and the idol of his own."-BYRON.

MORE melody of verse, with music more sweet,
O'er the senses ne'er stole than in thee we meet;`
O favour'd of bards, sung by lady so fair,
Regaling our ears with some soft Irish air,
Enlivening our hearts, and drowning all care.

WILSON.

1788-1854.

"The world is full of glorious likenesses,

The poet's power is to sort these out."-BAILEY'S FESTUS.
WHEN shall we look upon thy like again?
In a fine frenzy dashing, thy bright pen,
Lively with wit, full of a poet's fire,

S mit with the love of Nature's wild attire,
O'er mountain, moor, and loch now loves to rove,
Now, in day-dreams, which 'night's ambrosial '* prove.

* The 'Recreations of Christopher North,' and the 'Noctes Ambrosiane,' are among Professor Wilson's best productions.

ROGERS.

BORN 1762.

"And thou, melodious Rogers! rise at last,
Recal the pleasing Memory of the past!"-BYRON.

RIVALLING the Bard of Hope,

Or e'en in smoothness, polish'd Pope;

Graceful is thy 'Memory,'

Enchanting thy fair Italy;'

Rare thy skill in fancy's strife,

Sweet thy pictur'd Human Life.'

BROUGHAM.

BORN 1779.

"Here measur'd laws, and philosophic ease,

Fix and improve the polish'd arts of peace."-GRAY.

BRIGHTEST among the stars of these our days,
Rare versatility thy mind displays;

O'er science glancing with a searching eye,
U seful results to teach, knowledge to simplify:
Genius and eloquence of pen and tongue,
Have rais'd thee, Britain's foremost few among;
A midst the Bar thou reign'dst supreme, and still
M id senates all before thee sweep'st at will.

IRVING.

BORN 1783.

"I only wish to please the gentle mind,

Whom Nature's charms inspire, and love of human kind."-BEATTIE.

IN easy, natural, graceful charm of style,
Resembling Goldy's Vicar,'-free from guile;
Vein of rich humour through thy 'Sketch-book' flows,
Imagination her bright colours shows.

No equal hast thou 'mongst thy brother band,
Genial thy soul, worthy our own lov'd land.