Lecture the Fortieth. WILLIAM COWPER-THOMAS MOSS-WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE-JAMES BEATTIEJAMES MACPHERSON-MICHAEL BRUCE-JOHN LOGAN-ROBERT BURNS. (OWPER, to whom our attention is next to be directed, was, according to Southey, 'the most popular poet of his generation, and the best of English letter writers.' In contemplating his literary merits, the mind very naturally reverts to Thomson; for between these two poets there are stronger marks of affinity than between any others in the language. They are both emphatically descriptive poets, and in description lay the strength of each. Cowper, it is true, had not the genius of Thomson, but then he had much more taste; and while his range is neither so wide nor so lofty, as far as it extends, it is peculiarly his own. He could not paint the plague, or the snow storm, or the earthquake as Thomson has done; but place him by the banks of the Ouse, or see him taking his 'winter walk at noon,' or accompany him in his rambles through his flower garden, and where is the author to be found who can compare with him for a moment? The pictures of domestic life, too, which he has painted, are so inimitable, that it is hard say whether his sketches of external nature or of indoor life, are the best. He does not attempt the same variety of scene that Thomson did; but in what he does attempt, he always succeeds. The grander features of nature, such as mountains and cataracts, frowning rocks, and wide-spreading seas, were, perhaps, beyond his grasp; but the meadow and the hay-field, the gurgling rill, and the flower-crowned porch, he places before our eyes in verisimilitude. Sometimes, too, he takes a flight beyond his ordinary stretch; and his personification of winter, commencing with the line— to Oh Winter! ruler of the inverted year! is powerful, and even sublime. Cowper's minor poems are full of beauties, and of beauties of the most varied kind. Some of his hymns are remarkable for deep piety and touching pathos; and for fervor of feeling, his lines On his Mother's Picture are absolutely unrivalled. His Review of Schools, and his piece entitled Con versation, display an acute observation of men and manners, and are replete with the keenest, but, at the same time, the most polished satire; while his John Gilpin is a master-piece of quiet and unforced, but, at the same time, strong and racy humor. WILLIAM COWPER belonged emphatically to the aristocracy of England. His father, the Rev. Dr. Cowper, chaplain to George the Second, was the son of Spencer Cowper, one of the judges of the court of common pleas, and a younger brother of the first Earl Cowper, the lord chancellor. His mother was allied to some of the noblest families in England, descended, by four different lines, from King Henry the Third. This lofty lineage, though it does not add to the lustre of the poet's fame, still sheds additional grace on his piety and humility. Dr. Cowper, besides his royal chaplaincy, held the rectory of Great Berkhamstead, in Hertford, and there the poet was born on the fifteenth of November, 1731. In the sixth year of his age he lost his mother, and was placed at a boarding-school, where he continued two years. The tyranny of one of his school-fellows led to his removal from this seminary, and undoubtedly prejudiced him against the whole system of public education. He was next placed at Westminster school, where, as he says, he served a seven years' apprenticeship to the classics; and at the age of eighteen was articled to an attorney. In 1754 Cowper was called to the bar, but he had never made the law his study; for, in the solicitor's office he and Thurlow, afterwards lord chancellor, were 'constantly employed, from morning to night, in giggling and making giggle.' After he had taken chambers in the Temple, instead of devoting himself to his profession, he passed his time in company with Lloyd and other wits, contributing an occasional paper to the Connoisseur, and to St. James's Chronicle. In 1762 Cowper lost his father; and now, in the thirty-second year of his age, with a small patrimony, he was almost 'unprovided with an aim;' for the law was with him a mere nominal profession. In this crisis of his fortunes his kinsman, Major Cowper, presented him to the office of clerk of the journals to the House of Lords-a desirable and lucrative appointment. Cowper readily accepted the situation; but the labor of studying the forms of procedure, and the dread of qualifying himself by appearing at the bar of the House of Lords, plunged him into the deepest misery. The seeds of insanity were then in his frame; and after brooding over his fancied ills till reason had fled, he attempted to commit suicide. Happily this desperate effort failed; and the appointment being given up, Cowper was placed in the private insane asylum, kept by Dr. Cotton, to which we alluded in our notice of that author. The cloud of horror gradually passed away, and on his recovery he resolved to retire from the society and business of the world. He had still a small portion of his funds left, and his friends subscribed a farther sum, to enable him to live frugally in retirement. The bright hopes of Cowper's youth seemed thus to have all vanished: his prospects of advancement in the world were gone; and in the new-born zeal of his religious fervor, his friends might well doubt whether his reason had been completely restored. He retired to the town of Huntingdon, near Cambridge, where his brother resided, and there formed an intimacy with the family of the Rev. Mr. Unwin, a clergyman resident in the place. He was adopted as one of the family; and when Mr. Unwin was removed, soon after, by death, the same connection was continued with his widow. Death only could sever a tie so strongly knit-cemented by mutual faith and friendship, and by sorrows of which the world knew nothing. To the latest generation the name of Mary Unwin will be associated with that of Cowper, partaker of his fame as of his sad decline By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light. On the death of Mr. Unwin, in 1767, the family were advised, by the Rev. John Newton, to fix their abode at Olney, in the northern part of Buckinghamshire, where Mr. Newton himself was settled. This was accordingly done, and Cowper removed with them to a spot which he has consecrated by his genius. The river Ouse was still before him, and with more varied and attractive scenery than at Huntingdon. His life was that of a religious recluse; he ceased to correspond with his friends, and associated only with Mrs. Unwin and Newton. The latter engaged his assistance in writing a volume of hymns, and of those which Cowper furnished we present the following as a specimen : SUFFICIENCY OF THE ATONEMENT. 1. There is a fountain fill'd with blood 2. The dying thief rejoic'd to see And there have I, as vile as he, 3. Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Till all the ransom'd church of God 4. E'er since by faith, I saw the stream 5. Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing thy power to save; When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue VOL. II.-2D 6. Lord, I believe thou hast prepared For me a blood-bought free reward, 7. 'Tis strung, and tuned, for endless years, To sound in God the Father's ears Cowper's morbid melancholy had been, for some time, increasing, and in 1773, it became a case of decided insanity. He passed about two years in this unhappy state; and after his recovery, he occupied his time alternately with gardening, rearing hares, drawing landscapes, and composing poetry. The latter was fortunately the most permanent source of enjoyment; and its fruits appeared in a volume of poems, published in 1783. The reception of these poems, though not enthusiastic, was such as to revive his spirits: he resumed his correspondence, and cheerfulness again became an inmate of his retreat at Olney. This happy change was augmented by the presence of a third party, Lady Austen, a widow, who came to reside in the immediate neighborhood of Olney, and whose conversation charmed away, for a time, Cowper's melancholy spirit. She told him the story of John Gilpin, and the 'famous horseman and his feats were an inexhaustible source of merriment.' Lady Austen also prevailed upon him to try his powers in blank verse, and from her suggestion sprung the noble poem, The Task. This great work appeared in 1785, and its success was instant and decided. The public rejoiced to hear again the true voice of poetry and of nature, and in the rural descriptions and fireside scenes of 'The Task,' they saw the features of English scenery and domestic life faithfully delineated. Cowper had no sooner completed the Task, than he resolved to undertake the translation of Homer. He had gone through the great Grecian at Westminster school, and afterwards read him critically in the Temple; and by translating forty lines a day he at length completed the laborious undertaking, which, in 1791, appeared, in two volumes quarto. As a translation the work is faithful to the original; but it wants the infusion of the old Ionian bard's spirit, and hence it has failed to become popular. This, with the exception of the Castaway, one of his minor poems, was his last literary performance. On the seventeenth of December, 1796, Mrs. Unwin died suddenly at Norfolk, whither Cowper had accompanied her on a visit. When the mournful intelligence was imparted to the unhappy poet, he refused to believe that his long-tried friend was actually dead. He went to see the body, and on witnessing the unaltered placidity of death, flung himself to the other side of the room with a passionate expression of feeling, and from that time forward he never mentioned her name. He lingered on in lonely life, however, for more than three years; but death at length came to his relief, on the twenty-fifth of April, 1800. The mind uniformly turns from contemplating the life of Cowper with |