practise as a physician, first at Hampstead, and afterwards in Bloomsbury Square, London, and he published several medical treatises. At Leyden he had formed an intimacy with a young Englishman of fortune, Jeremiah Dyson, Esq which ripened into a friendship of the most close and enthusiastic description: and Mr. Dyson-who was afterwards clerk of the House of Commons, a lord of the treasury, &c.-had the generosity to allow the poet £300 a year. After writing a few Odes, and attempting a total alteration of his great poemin which he was far from successful-Akenside made no further efforts at composition. In 1757, appeared the enlargement of the First Book of his Pleasures of Imagination,' of the Second Book in 1765, and a fragment of an intended Fourth Book was published after his death. The society of the poet was courted for his taste, knowledge, and eloquence; but his solemn sententiousness of manner, his romantic ideas of liberty, and his unbounded admiration of the ancients, exposed him occasionally to ridicule. The physician in Peregrine Pickle,' who gives a feast in the manner of the ancients, is supposed to have been a caricature of Akenside. The description, for rich humour and grotesque combinations of learning and folly, has not been excelled by Smollett; but it was unworthy his talents to cast ridicule on a man of high character, learning, and genius. Akenside died suddenly of a putrid sore throat, on the 23d of June, 1770, in his 49th year, and was buried in St. James's Church. With a feeling common to poets, as to more ordinary mortals, Akenside, in his latter days, reverted with delight to his native landscape on the banks of the Tyne. In his fragment of a fourth book of the 'Pleasures of Imagination,' written in the last year of his life, there is the following beautiful passage : O ye dales Of Tyne, and ye most ancient woodlands; where For every future year: whence even now Of honourable fame, of truth divine By the sweet magic of harmonious verse. The spirit of Milton seems to speak in this strain of lofty egotism !* The Pleasures of Imagination' is a poem seldom read continuously, though its finer passages, by frequent quotation, particularly in works of criticism and moral philosophy, are well known. Gray censured the mixture of spurious philosophy-the speculations of Hutcheson and Shaftesbury-which the work contains. Plato, Lucretius, and even the papers by Addison in the Spectator,' were also laid under contribution by the studious author. He gathered sparks of enthusiasm from kindred minds, but the train was in his own. The pleasures which his poem professes to treat of, 'proceed,' he says, either from natural objects, as from a flourishing grove, a clear and murmuring fountain, a calm sea by moonlight, or from works of art, such as a noble edifice, a musical tune, a statue, a picture, a poem.' These, with the moral and intellectual objects arising from them, furnish abundant topics for illustration; but Akenside dealt chiefly with abstract subjects, pertaining more to philosophy than to poetry. He did not seek to graft upon them human interests and passions. In tracing the final causes of our emotions, he could have described their exercise and effects in scenes of ordinary pain or pleasure in the walks of real life. This does not seem, however, to have been the purpose of the poet, and hence his work is deficient in interest. He seldom stoops from the heights of philosophy and classic taste. He considered that physical science improved the charms of nature. Contrary to the feeling of another poet (Campbell) who repudiates these cold material laws,' he viewed the rainbow with additional pleasure after he had studied the Newtonian theory of lights and colours: Nor ever yet The melting rainsbow's vernal tinctured hues In which the sunbeams gleaming from the west He Akenside's Hymn to the Naiads' has the true classical spirit. had caught the manner and feeling, the varied pause and harmony, of the Greek poets, with such felicity that Lloyd considered his Hymn' as fitted to give a better idea of that form of composition, than could be conveyed by any translation of Homer or Callimachus. Thus Milton in his Apology for Smectymnuus: Those morning haunts are where they should be, at home; not sleeping or concocting the surfeits of an irregular feast, but up and stirring, in winter, often ere the sound of any bell awake men to labour, or to devotion in summer, aso t with the bird that first rouses, or not much tardier, to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught; then with useful and generous labours preserving the body's health and hardiness to render lightsome clear, and not lumpish, obedience to the mind, to the cause of religion, and our country's liberty. when it shall require firm hearts in sound bodies to stand and cover their stations.' See also the fine passage ante, Gray was an equally learned poet, perhaps superior: his knowledge was better digested But Gray had not the romantic enthusiasm of character, tinged with pedantry, which naturally belonged to Akenside. He had also the experience of mature years. The genius of Akenside was early developed, and his diffuse and florid descriptions seem the natural product--marvellous of its kind-of youthful exuberance. He was afterwards conscious of the defects of his poem. He saw that there was too much leaf for the frait; but in cutting off these luxuriances, he sacrificed some of the finest blossoms. Posterity has been more just to his fame, by almost wholly disregarding this second copy of his philosophical poem. In his youthful aspirations after moral and intellectual greatness and beauty, he seems like Jeremy Taylor in the pulpit, an angel newly descended from the visions of glory. In advanced years, he is the professor in his robes; still free from stain, but stately, formal, and severe. The blank verse of the 'Pleasures of Imagination' is free and well modulated, and seems to be distinctly his own. Though apt to run into too long periods, it has more compactness of structure than Thomson's ordinary composition. Its occasional want of perspicuity probably arises from the fineness of his distinctions, and the difficulty attending mental analysis in verse. He might also wish to avoid all vulgar and common expressions, and thus err from excessive refinement. A redundancy of ornament undoubtedly, in some passages, takes off from the clearness and prominence of his conceptions. His highest flights, however-as in the allusion to the death of Cæsar, and his exquisitely wrought parallel between art and nature-have a flow and energy of expression, with appropriate imagery, which mark the great poet. His style is chaste, yet elevated and musical. He never compromised his dignity, though he blended sweetness with its expression. Aspirations after the Infinite. Say, why was man so eminently raised Through life and death to dart his piercing eye, To chase each partial purpose from his breast: Else wherefore burns In mortal bosoms this unquenchèd hope, That breathes from day to day sublimer things. And mocks possession? wherefore darts the mind Majestic forms; impatient to be free, Spurning the gross control of wilful might; Nilus or Ganges rolling his bright wave Through mountains, plains, through empires black with shade, And continents of sand, will turn his gaze To mark the windings of a scanty rill That murmurs at his feet? The high-born soul The fated rounds of Time. Thence far effused, She plunges; soon o'erwhelmed and swallowed up Power's purple roses, nor Pleasure's flowery lap, Through all the ascent of things enlarge her view, And infinite perfection close the scene. Patriotism. Mind, mind alone-bear witness, earth and heaven - Of beauteous and sublime: here hand in hand Sit paramount the Graces; here enthroned, Invites the soul to never-fading joy. Look, then, abroad throngn nature, to the range And speak, O man! does this capacious scene Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rose When guilt brings down the thunder, called alond Where Peace, with ever-blooming olive, crowns Taste. What, then, is taste, but these internal powers Active and strong, and feelingly alive To each fine impulse? a discerning sense Of decent and sublime, with quick disgust From things deformed or disarranged, or gross In species? This, nor gems nor stores of gold, He, mighty Parent! wise and just in all, Free as the vital breeze or light of heaven, Reveals the charms of nature. Ask the swain] And due repose, he loiters to behold The sunshine gleaming, as through amber clouds, O'er all the western sky; ful soon, I ween, His rude expression and untutored airs, Beyond the power of language, will unfold The form of beauty smiling at his heart, How lovely! how commanding! But though heaven In every breast hath sown these early seeds Of love and admiration. yet in vain, Without fair culture's kind parental aid, And shelter from the blast, in vain we hope The tender plant should rear its blooming head, And gentlest beanty. Hence when lightning fires\ |