abilities contained in this extract is indeed fully borne out by the accounts which some of his schoolfellows have given of him to the writer. They spoke of him with the strongest affection, and represented him as the pride of Winchester school. Some of the poems and Latin verses by which he distinguished himself there, shall appear at the close of this volume. In the year 1809, he entered the University of Dublin, under the tuition of the late Rev. Dr. Davenport, who immediately conceived the highest interest for him, and continued to shew it by special proofs of his favour. In a few months after his entrance, the writer had the happiness of becoming acquainted with him. This casual acquaintance soon became a cordial intimacy, which quickly ripened into a friendship that continued not only uninterrupted, but was cemented more and more by constant intercourse, and by community of pursuits: it was, above all, improved and sweetened by an unreserved interchange of thoughts on those subjects which affect our eternal interests, and open to us the prospects of friendships which death can only suspend, but not destroy. Our author immediately distinguished himself by his high classical attainments, for which he was early rewarded by many academical honours. The first English poem which attracted general notice was written very early in his college course, upon a subject proposed by the heads of the university. It evinces a boldness of thought, a vigour of expression, and somewhat of a dramatic spirit, which seems to entitle it to a place in this little collection; and it shall therefore be presented first in order to the reader. The prison-scene of Jugurtha (which is the subject of the poem) gave the author full scope for a masterly exhibition of the darkest and deadliest passions of human nature in fierce conflict. Disappointed ambition, revenge, despair, remorse, were to be represented as raging by turns in the captive's mind, or dashing, as it were, against each other, and struggling for utterance. The subject was proposed in the following form "JUGURTHA INCARCERATUS, VITAM INGEMIT RELICTAM." Well-is the rack prepared-the pincers heated? Where is the scourge? How !-not employ'd in Rome? We have them in Numidia. Not in Rome? I'm sorry for it; I could enjoy it now; I might have felt them yesterday; but now,- The chariot-wheels of Marius have roll'd o'er me: I challenge Rome to give another pang.- And I had gnaw'd my chain, and hurl'd it at them, 1 That once has bow'd; no victory's trumpet-sound Thy footstep's dust again; then all in flame, And force a passage through disgrace to glory – To me there's nothing future now, but death: Ambition taught me hope, and still my mind, Through danger, flight, and carnage, grasp'd dominion; And had not Bocchus-curses, curses on him!— What Rome has done, she did it for ambition; What Rome has done, I might I would have done; What thou hast done, thou wretch !—Oh had she proved Nobly deceitful; had she seized the traitor, And join'd him with the fate of the betray'd, I had forgiven her all; for he had been I could forget my woes in stinging him ; Rome and Jugurtha should have triumph'd o'er him. I'll sleep no more, until I sleep for ever: Until my miseries shall be no more. Yet wherefore did he scream? Why, I have heard Whence comes the difference? When the man was living, Why, I did gaze upon his couch of torments |