THE CLASS-BOOK OF POETRY. PART II. MATTHEW PRIOR. (1664-1721.) PRIOR was born in Abbot Street, one mile from Wimborne Minster, in Dorsetshire. He was educated by his uncle, Samuel Prior, who kept the Rummer Tavern at Charing Cross. He furnishes no intelligence himself respecting his origin. Shortly after leaving Westminster School, while residing with his uncle in London, he attracted the notice of the Earl of Dorset, who sent him to Cambridge. The publication, with Montague, of the "City Mouse and the Country Mouse," in ridicule of Dryden's "Hind and Panther," seems to have opened to the young poet the road of preferment. He obtained the secretaryship of the English Embassy in the congress at the Hague in 1691. From this period till the end of the reign of Queen Anne, he was employed by the government in high official situations. On the accession of the queen he had changed his politics; he became the intimate friend of Bolingbroke and Oxford, the chiefs of the Tory party. In 1712, at the conclusion of the Spanish Succession War, he acted under the English ambassador at the French court, for the speedier arrangement of the peace between England and France, which the tardy conferences at Utrecht were slow in effecting. In 1713, on the return of the Duke of Shrewsbury from France, Prior enjoyed till the following year the dignity of ambassador at Paris. The death of the queen leading to the fall of the Tory party, he was recalled, and shared in the hardships of impeachment and imprisonment, with which their opponents visited the friends of Bolingbroke and Oxford. On his release in 1717 he was in distressed circumstances, but he realized a considerable sum by the publication of his collected works; and the gratitude of Lord Oxford's son purchased an estate for his father's friend. He did not long enjoy tranquillity after his busy life. He died in 1721, at Wimpole, a seat of the Earl of Oxford. He left £500 to build a monument over his remains in Westminster Abbey. Prior is a lively and graceful writer, sometimes far from pure in sentiment; never rising to passion or sublimity; but moving in a round of elegant and sparkling, though common thought. "His diction," says Johnson, " is more his own than that of any among the successors of Dryden." "His diligence has justly placed him amongst the most correct of the English poets." His poems consist of Epistles, Humorous Tales, Fables, Epigrams, Odes in honour of his patrons William and Anne, Songs, etc. His longer works are "Henry and Emma," a frigid paraphrase of the beautiful old ballad, the "Nutbrown Maid ;" "Solomon on the Vanity of the World," in heroic rhyme; and "Alma, or the Progress of the Mind," a humorous philosophical piece in the style of Hudibras. There is a great charm about the lighter pieces of Prior-a combination of wit, fancy, and knowledge of the world, embodied in easy flowing verse. WILLIAM III. OF ENGLAND AND LOUIS XIV. OF FRANCE CONTRASTED. VIRTUE to verse immortal lustre gives, WILLIAM III. AND LOUIS XIV. CONTRASTED. 269 Æneas suffered, and Achilles fought, The hero's acts enlarged the poet's thought, With drums' alarms, and trumpets' sounds; He bribes close murder against open war: With laboured verse to keep his fame alive : Meat offered to Prometheus' man, That had no soul from heaven. Against his will, you chain your frighted king And mock your hero, whilst ye sing On its own worth true majesty is reared, When bound in double chains poor Belgia lay, Whilst one good man buoyed up her sinking state, When fortune basely with ambition joined, Just ready the torn vessel to o'erwhelm, And dazzling prospect of a promised crown, But against charms, and threats, and hell, he stood, Then had no trophies justified his fame, No poet blest his song with Nassau's name. 1 Prior displays the most unrelenting contempt for the poetical flatterer of Louis. 270 A SIMILE. Dear Thomas, did'st thou never pop A squirrel spend his little rage, Moved in the orb, pleased with the chimes, So fares it with those merry blades, They tread on stars, and talk with gods; Still pleased with their own verses' sound; FROM ANSWER TO CHLOE. What I speak, my fair Chloe, and what I write shows, I court others in verse, but I love thee in prose; The god of us versemen, you know child, the sun, So when I am wearied with wandering all day, No matter what beauties I saw in my way, FROM EPISTLE TO CHARLES MONTAGUE, ESQ. The hoary fool, who many days Has struggled with continued sorrow, |