1 Trades. Certainly, sir. Omnes. Certainly. Harry. Be kind enough to wait a few minutes without, my very good friends. [Exeunt Tradesmen.] Mr Williams[Takes his hand. [Exit. Hosier. SirDorn. How dare you introduce this swarm of locusts here? How dare you? Harry. [With continued good humour.] Despair, sir, is a dauntless hero. Dorn. Have you the effrontery to suppose that I can Harry. Some of them: but that is my fault-They must be paid. Dorn. Paid! Harry. The innocent must not suffer for the guilty. Harry. May be so; but the orphan's and the widow's curse shall not meet me there! Paid! Dorn. Harry! Zounds! [Checking his fondness.] Harry. Yes, sir. Dorn. Quit the room! Begone! [Wanting words. Harry. You are the best of men, sir, and I-But I hate whining. Repentance is a pitiful scoundrel, that never brought back a single yesterday. Amendment is a fellow of more mettle-But it is too late-Suffer I ought, and suffer I must-My debts of honour discharged, do not let my tradesmen go unpaid. Dorn. You have ruined me! Harry. {Struck with horror.] What!-What is that you say? Mr Smith. We have paid our light gold so often over that the people are very surly! Dorn. Pay it no more!-Sell it instantly for what it is worth, disburse the last guinea, and shut up the doors! Harry. [Taking Mr Smith aside.] Are you serious? Harry. [Impatiently.] Are you serious, I say? Is it not some trick to impose upon me? Mr Smith. Look into the shop, sir, and convince yourself!-If we have not a supply in half an hour, we must stop! [Exit. Harry. [Wildly.] Tol de rol-My father! - Sir! Dorn. Harry!-How you look !-You frighten me! Dorn. What do you mean?-Calm yourself, Harry! Harry. Don't droop. [Returning.] Don't despair! I'll find relief-[Aside.] First to my friend-He cannot fail? But if he should! Why, ay, then to Megæra! -I will marry her, in such a cause! were she fifty widows and fifty furies! Dorn. Calm yourself, Harry! Harry. I am calm !-Very calm!-It shall be done! Don't be dejected-You are my father-You were the first of men in the first of cities-Revered by the good, and respected by the great-You flourished prosperously! -But you had a son !-I remember it! Dorn. Why do you roll your eyes, Harry? Dorn. Stay where you are, Harry! [Catching his hand.] All will be well! I am very happy! Do not leave me !--I am very happy!-Indeed, I am, Harry!-Very happy! Harry. Tol de rol-Heaven bless you, sir! You are See Holcroft's interesting Memoirs, written by himself and continued by Hazlitt (1815); also Kegan Paul's Life of Godwin (1876). Gifford treated him with contempt, real or assumed. Hugh Kelly (1739-77), the son of a Dublin publican, was bred a staymaker, and in London from 1760 on was successively staymaker, attorney's clerk, writer for the newspapers, essayist, and scurrilous theatrical critic. He had written a novel, Memoirs of a Magdalen (1767), which had the honour of translation into French, when in 1768 he surprised the public by producing a sentimental comedy, False Delicacy, which, though without much point or power, had a remarkable influence both on the fortunes and character of the author; the profits of his first third night realised £150-the largest sum of money he had ever before seen-and from a low, petulant, absurd, and ill-bred censurer,' says get Davies, 'Kelly was transformed to the humane, affable, Harry. The whole is but five thousand pounds! Dorn. But?-The counter is loaded with the destruction you have brought upon us all! Harry. No, no-I have been a sad fellow, but not even my extravagance can shake this house. Mr Smith [entering in consternation.] Bills pouring in so fast upon us, shall we through! never are good-natured, well-bred man.' The play had the benefit of a prologue and epilogue from Garrick; it was repeated twenty times in the same season that produced Goldsmith's Good-Natur'd Man, and a printed edition of ten thousand copies was sold within the year, so that Kelly netted £700 by his lucky stroke. French, German, and Portuguese translations made his name known on the Continental stage. His other comedies, A Word to the Wise, A School for Wives, and The Man of Reason, and a tragedy, Clementina, had little or no success. Kelly had withdrawn from stage work in 1774, and became an unsuccessful barrister. An edition of his works, with a Life, by Hugh Hamilton, was published the year after his death. Robert Bage (1728-1801) had as a novelist many points in common with Holcroft; like him he had adopted the principles of the French Revolution, which he inculcated in a series of works. Bage was born of Quaker parentage at Darley, Derbyshire, and became, like his father, a papermaker. His manufactory was at Elford near Tamworth, and there he realised a decent competence. During the last eight years of his life he lived in Tamworth. His works are Mount Kenneth (1781), Barham Downs (1784), The Fair Syrian (1787), James Wallace (1788), Man as He is (1792), and Hermsprong, or Man as He is Not (1796). Bage's novels are distinctly inferior to those of Holcroft, and it can only surprise us that Sir Walter Scott should have admitted them into his British Novelists when he was excluding so many better stories. Barham Downs and Hermsprong, upon the whole the most interesting, contain good satirical portraits, though the plots of both are crude and defective. Erasmus Darwin (1731–1802), born at Elston Hall, Newark, was educated at Chesterfield and St John's College, Cambridge, and then studied medicine at Edinburgh. After trying a practice for two months in Nottingham, he removed (November 1756) to Lichfield, where he long remained a successful and distinguished physician. After his first wife's death (1770) he devoted himself largely to botanical and literary pursuits, though at first afraid that the reputation of poet would injure him in his profession. At this time he lived in a pretty villa in the neighbourhood of Lichfield, with a grotto and fountain, and here he began to arrange a botanic garden in a spot he described as 'adapted to love-scenes, and as being thence a proper residence for the modern goddess of botany.' His Botanic Garden, a poem in polished heroic verse, was designed to describe, glorify, and allegorise the Linnæan system of botany. The Rosicrucian doctrine of gnomes, sylphs, nymphs, and salamanders seemed to afford a proper machinery for a botanic poem, as it is probable they were originally the names of hieroglyphic figures representing the elements.' In 1778 the poet was called to attend the children of Colonel Chandos Pole of Radbourne Hall, Derby; and a year after the colonel's death (1786) Dr Darwin married the widow, who possessed a jointure of £600 per annum. He was now released from all prudential fears and restraints about his poetical ambitions. In 1789 appeared the second part of his poem, The Loves of the Plants; the first part, the Economy of Vegetation, did not appear till 1792. Oddly enough, he incorporated at the beginning of this part, without acknowledgment, some fifty already published verses by Miss Seward, which had suggested to him the idea of the poem. This he did, he said, in compliment to the lady, who, however, in her memoir of Darwin complained gently of his not acknowledging the authorship in some way, as Mr Edgeworth said he was the last man who in this department needed to beg, borrow, or steal from any person on earth.' Ovid having by poetic art transmuted men, women, and even gods and goddesses into trees and flowers, Darwin explained that in the Loves of the Plants he had 'undertaken, by similar art, to restore some of them to their original animality, after having remained prisoners so long in their vegetable mansions :' From giant oaks, that wave their branches dark, (From the opening of Canto iv.) To such ingenious fancies in neat couplets, some passages add lofty thoughts in dignified verse: Roll on, ye stars! exult in youthful prime, Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm, (From the Economy of Vegetation, Canto iv.) A description of the cassia plant, 'cinctured with gold,' committing its 'infant loves,' or seeds, to be borne by Ontario's floods and sea-currents to the coasts of Norway, naturally suggests Moses in his Nile cradle, as that does African slavery. Moses on the Nile and Slavery. So the sad mother at the noon of night, Gives her white bosom to his eager lips, The salt tears mingling with the milk he sips; Waits on the reed-crowned brink with pious guile, Erewhile majestic from his lone abode, Embassador of heaven, the Prophet trod ; Wrenched the red scourge from proud oppression's hands, (From The Loves of the Plants, Canto iii.) The two halves of the poem have no very close connection; Part II. only justifies the general and special title of the book, and in Part I. the section of Canto iv. addressed to the sylphs; the first three cantos of Part I. (addressed to fire-spirits, gnomes or earth-spirits, and water-nymphs respectively) deal with the forces of nature in general, and specially with the formation of the world. The plan of the book thus allows Darwin to bring in any subject he likes--'Lock-lomond by Moonlight,' Montgolfier's balloon, the pictures of Wright of Derby, compliments to Wedgwood and Brindley the canal-maker, and a really eloquent tribute to John Howard, the prisoners' friend. The following passage on the power of the steam-engine (written about 1780 in an invocation to the nymphs of fire, who are responsible for many chemical, electrical, and industrial inventions) goes beyond the achievements of M. Santos-Dumont and almost rivals in brief the visions of Mr H. G. Wells: Nymphs! you erewhile on simmering cauldrons play'd, Soon shall thy arm, Unconquered Steam! afar Darwin's parallels are sometimes both extravagant and gross; there is a constant throng of startling metaphors; and the descriptions are worked out with tiresome minuteness. A third part of the Botanic Garden was added in 1792; for the copyright of the whole he received £900. Darwin next published Zoonomia, or the Laws of Organic Life (1794-96), partly written long before, a curious and original physiological prose treatise. Sympathising with his aim here to establish the physiological basis of mental phenomena, G. H. Lewes credits him with a profounder insight into psychology than any of his contemporaries and the majority of his successors.' Johannes Müller quotes and corrects him; and the Zoonomia directly influenced medical science by insisting on the (only recently recognised) importance of stimulants in fever, and on the rational treatment of the insane. In 1801 Darwin issued another philosophical disquisition, Phytologia, or the Philosophy of Agriculture and Gardening. He also wrote a short treatise on Female Education, intended for the instruction and assistance of part of his own family. He praised, practised, and preached teetotalism, and died of gout in his seventy-first year. Shortly after his death was published a poem, The Temple of Nature, which is even more didactic than the Botanic Garden, and more inverted in style and diction. The poetical reputation of Darwin was as bright and transient as the blooming of his plants and flowers. Cowper said his verse was as 'strong' as it was 'learned and sweet.' He really exercised an influence which may be traced in the Pleasures of Hope and other poems of the closing century. His command of poetic diction, elaborate metaphors, and sonorous versification was well seconded by his curious and multifarious knowledge; but the effect of the whole was artificial. The Rosicrucian machinery of Pope gave scope for wit and satire in the delineation of human passions and pursuits; but who can sympathise with the loves and metamorphoses of the plants? Multitudinous metaphors are less trying to faith and patience than long-drawn-out and fantastic allegory such as this. But it seems generally admitted that it was an external accident that mainly blasted Darwin's fair fame. The personification of the plants and their 'pledging their nuptial vows' (not uncomplicated by polygamy and polyandry) gave a fatal opportunity to a parodist, and in the 'Loves of the Triangles' in George Canning's Anti-Jacobin (1799– 1801) was too obviously and mercilessly burlesqued. Friends and critics, from Miss Seward to Charles Darwin, agree that the sudden collapse of Darwin's poetic credit was due to the ingenuity and prodigious popularity of the burlesque. Horace Walpole in his letters repeatedly alludes with admiration to Dr Darwin's poetry, and writes thus in a letter of May 14, 1792: The Triumph of Flora,' beginning at the fifty-ninth line, is most beautifully and enchantingly imagined; and the twelve verses that by miracle describe and comprehend the creation of the universe out of chaos, are in my opinion the most sublime passages in any author, or in any of the few languages with which I am acquainted. There are a thousand other verses most charming, or indeed all are so, crowded with most poetic imagery, gorgeous epithets and style and yet these four cantos do not please me equally with the Loves of the Plants. The Triumph of Flora' begins with the line 'She comes the goddess!' in the passage quoted below; the other twelve verses commended are last in the same extract, from 'Let there be light' on. Invocation to the Goddess of Botany. She comes! the goddess! through the whispering air, When love divine, with brooding wings unfurled, Earths round each sun with quick explosions burst, (From exordium of the Economy of Vegetation.) The thirty-eight lines that immediately precede this passage are almost verbatim Miss Seward's; and in this extract the eight lines from 'Thus spoke' are also hers. The rest is Darwin's. Destruction of Senacherib's Army by a From Ashur's vales when proud Senacherib trod, Gave the soft south with poisonous breath to blow, (From the Economy of Vegetation, Canto iv.) Pleased with the distant roar, with quicker tread Ah me!' she cried, and sinking on the ground, Oh spare, ye war-hounds, spare their tender age; Quick through the murmuring gloom his footsteps tread, 'O heavens!' he cried, my first rash vow forgive; Song to May. Born in yon blaze of orient sky, For thee the fragrant zephyrs blow, |