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the English classics and poets. In this manner his taste

for poetry was early formed. At the age of twenty he lost his kind father. About the

same time his MS. verses attracted so much attention, that, with the assistance of some generous friends, he was sent to the University of Edinburgh. His promising abilities, and the sympathy excited by his blindness, procured him many useful friends, who promoted the sale of his works, and thus enabled him to continue his studies, till, in 1759, he was licensed as a preacher of the Scottish church. He now married the daughter of a surgeon in his native town,-a union that contributed much to the

happiness of his future life. Blacklock was presented to the church of Kirkcudbright;

but the appointment of a blind pastor gave so much of. fence to the worthy parishioners, that, on receiving a very moderate annuity, he gave up his clerical charge, and removed to Edinburgh, where, during the remainder of his life, he received into his family, as boarders and pupils, a few young gentlemen among the students

at the University. His verse and his conversation attracted many friends

around the cheerful and amiable blind poet ; and he enjoyed the friendship and correspondence of many men distinguished in literature. In the composition of various works, the instruction of his pupils, and the elegant enjoyments of society, Blacklock passed a placid and not useless life. He ought ever to be gratefully remembered as the first friend of Burns. But for his fortunate, generous, and happily-timed interference, Burns, then on the very eve of sailing for the West Indies, must have been for ever lost to his country,

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THE PORTRAIT.

STRAIGH'r is my person, but of little size;
Lean are my cheeks, and hollow are my eyes :
My youthful down is, like my talents, rare ;
Politely distant stands each single hair.
My voice too rough to charm a lady's ear;
So smooth a child may listen without fear;
Not form'd in cadence soft and warbling lays,
To sooth the fair through pleasure's wanton ways.
My form so fine, so regular, so new,
My port so manly, and so fresh my hue;
Oft, as I meet the crowd, they, laughing, say,

See, see Memento Mori cross the way.”
The ravish'd Proserpine at last, we know,
Grew fondly jealous of her sable beau ;
But, thanks to Nature ! none from me need fly,
One heart the devil could wound-so cannot I.

Yet, though my person fearless may be seen, There is some danger in my graceful mien : For, as some vessel, toss'd by wind and tide, Bounds o'er the waves, and rocks from side to

side, In just vibration thus I always move : This who can view and not be forced to love ?

Hail! charming self! by whose propitious aid My form in all its glory stands display'd : Be present still; with inspiration kind, Let the same faithful colours paint the mind.

Like all mankind, with vanity I'm bless'd, Conscious of wit I never yet possess’d. To strong desires my heart an easy prey, Oft feels their force, but never owns their sway.

This hour, perhaps, as death I hate my foe;
The next I wonder why I should do so.
Though poor, the rich I view with careless eye;
Scorn a vain oath, and hate a serious lie.
I ne'er for satire torture common sense ;
Nor show my wit at God's nor man's expense.
Harmless I live, unknowing and unknown;
Wish well to all, and yet do good to none.
Unmerited contempt I hate to bear ;
Yet on my faults, like others, am severe.
Dishonest flames my bosom never fire ;
The bad I pity, and the good admire :
Fond of the Muse, to her devote my days,
And scribble-not for pudding, but for praise.

CHRISTOPHER ANSTEY.

BORN 1724DIED 1805.

Tuis lively and agreeable versifier was, in common with

a very great proportion of literary men, the son of a clergyman. From Eton he went to Cambridge, where, in 1742, he obtained a degree, which he resigned on coming

to his patrimony and marrying. The New Bath Guide, Anstey's well-known poem, was

exceedingly popular at the time of publication, and has been often taken as a model in a new style of English verse, - sketchy, humorous, sometimes pointed, but in its love of mischief rather sportful than malignant. Mr Anstey died at Bath at a very advanced age. He was the father of thirteen children.

FROM THE NEW BATH GUIDE.

THE PUBLIC BREAKFAST.

Now my Lord had the honour of coming down

post, To pay his respects to so famous a toast ; In hopes he her Ladyship’s favour might win, By playing the part of a host at an inn. I'm sure he's a person of great resolution, Though delicate nerves, and a weak constitution ; For he carried us all to a place cross the river, And vow'd that the rooms were too hot for his

liver : He said it would greatly our pleasure promote, If we all for Spring-Gardens set out in a boat : I never as yet could his reason explain, Why we all sallied forth in the wind and the

rain ;

For sure such confusion was never yet known; Here a cap and a hat, there a cardinal blown: While his Lordship, embroider'd and powder'd

all o'er, Was bowing, and handing the ladies ashore : How the Misses did huddle, and scuddle, and

run :

One would think to be wet must be very good

fun;

For by waggling their tails, they all seem'd to

take pains To moisten their pinions like ducks when it rains ; And 'twas pretty to see how, like birds of a fea

ther, The people of quality flock'd all together ;

All pressing, addressing, caressing, and fond, Just the same as those animals are in a pond : You've read all their names in the news, I sup

pose, But, for fear you have not, take the list as it goes :

There was Lady Greasewrister,
And Madam Van-Twister,
Her Ladyship's sister :
Lord Cram, and Lord Vulture,
Sir Brandish O'Culter,
With Marshal Carouzer,

And old Lady Mouzer,
And the great Hanoverian Baron Pansmowzer :
Besides many others, who all in the rain went,
On purpose to honour this great entertainment :
The company made a most brilliant appearance,
And ate bread and butter with great perseverance :
All the chocolate too, that my Lord set before 'em,
The ladies despatch'd with the utmost decorum.
Soft musical numbers were heard all around,
The horns and the clarions echoing sound :
Sweet were the strains, as odorous gales that

blow O'er fragrant banks, where pinks and roses

grow. The Peer was quite ravish'd, while close to his

side Sat Lady Bunbutter, in beautiful pride! Oft turning his eyes, he with rapture survey'd All the powerful charms she so nobly display'd : As when at the feast of the great Alexander, Timotheus, the musical son of Thersander, Breathed heavenly measures.

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