Doubted for what he was he should be known, By his clown accent, and his country tone. Through the rude chaos thus the running light Shot the first ray that pierced the native night; Then day and darkness in the mass were mix'd, Till gather'd in a globe the beams were fix'd. Last shone the sun, who, radiant in his sphere, Illumined heaven and earth, and roll'd around the year. So reason in his brutal soul began, Love made him first suspect he was a man ; TRANSLATION OF THE NINTH ODE OF BEHOLD yon mountain's hoary height With well-heap'd logs dissolve the cold, Let him alone, with what he made, The winds by his commission blow; To-morrow and her works defy, Lay hold upon the present hour, And snatch the pleasures passing by, To put them out of Fortune's power : Nor love, nor love's delights, disdain; Whate'er thou gett'st to-day is gain. Secure those golden early joys, That youth unsour'd with sorrow bears, The appointed hour of promised bliss, The laugh that guides thee to the mark, These, these are joys the gods for youth ordain. SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. BORN ABOUT 1639-DIED 1701. THIS gentleman, one of the most witty and profligate of the courtiers of Charles the Second, is best known as a dramatic writer. After spending a youth of folly and gaiety, he went into parliament, and became a man of business. His daughter was the mistress of the Duke of York, afterwards James II. At the accession of her royal lover she was created Countess of Dorchester. It does not appear that her father enjoyed her elevation. When Sedley was asked why he promoted the Revolution, which opened the way to the throne to the Princess Mary, the wife of William Prince of Orange, he replied, "Gratitude to the King, who had made his daughter a Countess, made him do what he could to make her a Queen." Sedley is the writer of the well-known song, "Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit." TO A DEVOUT YOUNG LADY. PHILLIS, this early zeal assuage! The martyrs, at your tender age, Old men, till past the pleasure, ne'er 'Tis early to begin to fear The devil at fifteen. SONG IN BELLAMIRA. By secret and mysterious springs, You may be handsome and have wit, LOVE. LOVE, when 'tis true, needs not the aid Lovers should use their love alone. Into their very looks 'twill steal, And he that most would hide his flame, Does in that case his pain reveal: Silence itself can love proclaim. JONATHAN SWIFT. BORN 1667-DIED 1744. THE reputation of Swift as a poet is eclipsed by his fame as a prose writer, and he is thus in some measure the martyr of his own popularity. Swift was the son of an English attorney; but he was born in Dublin, and was a posthumous child. By the kindness of an uncle, he was educated at the celebrated school of Kilkenny, and was af terwards sent to Trinity College, Dublin. On the death of his uncle, Swift found a patron in Sir William Temple, with whom he resided at Moor Park for two years, when some coldness arising he returned to Ireland, took orders, and obtained the prebend of Kilroot, in the diocese of Connor. Sir William soon missed his intelligent companion; and Swift, who never liked to reside in Ireland, was easily induced to return to Moor Park, on the promise of more lucrative English preferment. The accomplishment of this promise depended on King William, and was never fulfilled. On the death of his patron, Swift again returned to Ireland with Earl Berkeley, as his chaplain and private secretary. He had been promised a deanery; but received in its stead the living of Rathbeggin and Laracor in Meath. At this time came over from England, the lady whose history is so closely connected with his future life, the celebrated and unfortunate Stella. The name of this lady was Johnson; she was the daughter of the steward of Sir William Temple, and possessed a small independence. The conduct of Swift to this lady, who, according to his own showing, was handsome and amiable, and to whom he was through life strongly attached, is an anomaly in human affairs. She remained for her whole life in habits of the strictest intimacy and confidence with Swift, who jealously guarded her from every other connexion; yet it is affirmed that they never met save in the presence of a third person; and though he at last acceded to her. wish for marriage, their marriage was never made public. One account states, that she declined the tardy justice of an acknowledgment offered only to sooth her deathbed; and another, that, even while this idol of his affections lay at the point of death, he refused her request of being acknowledged as a wife. Swift, naturally ambi |