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During the whole of Cowper's residence at Olney, he retained the same sentiments of affectionate sympathy for the sufferings of the poor that he had evinced when he first came among them. And though he had experienced some painful proofs of their insensibility, ingratitude, and unkindness, yet his heart had often been made to rejoice with those whom either his own liberality or the liberality of his friends had enabled him to relieve. Aware that it afforded him so much pleasure to be employed in communicating happiness to others, his friends often placed at his disposal such things as they felt inclined to contribute. The following interesting extract from a letter to Mr. Unwin, proves how highly he was gratified in being thus benevolently employed:-"I have thought with pleasure of the summer that you have had in your heart, while you have been employed in softening the severity of winter, in behalf of so many who must otherwise have been exposed to it. You never said a better thing in your life than when you assured Mr. the expedience of a gift of bedding to the poor atolney. There is no one article of this world's comforts, with which, as Falstaff says, they are so heinously unprovided. When a poor woman, and an honest one, whom we know well, carried home two pair of blankets, a pair for herself and husband, and a pair for her six children, that yon kindly placed at my disposal, as soon as the children saw them, they jumped out of their straw, caught them in their arms, kissed them, blessed them, and danced for joy. An old woman, a very old one, the first night that she found herself so comfortably covered, could not sleep a wink, being kept awake by the contrary emotions of transport on the one hand, and the fear of not being thankful enough on the other."

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and accomplish a work of so great magnitude. Lady Hesketh he thus discloses the state of his mind in this respect :-"Your anxious wishes for my success delight me, and you may rest assured that I have all the ambition on the subject that you can wish me to feel. I more than admire my author. I often stand astonished at his beauties. I am for ever amused with the translation of him, and I have received a thousand encouragements: these are all so many happy omens, that I hope will be verified by the event. I am not ashamed to confess that, having commenced an author, I am most abundantly desirous to succeed as such. I have (what perhaps you little suspect me of) in my nature an infinite share of ambition. But with it I have, at the same time, as you well know, an equal share of diffidence. To this combination of opposite qualities it has been owing that, till lately, I stole through life without undertaking any thing, yet always wishing to distinguish myself. At last I ventured, ventured too in the only path that, at so late a period, was yet open to me, and am determined, if God have not determined otherwise, to work my way through the obscurity that has been so long my portion, into notice. Every thing, therefore, that seems to threaten this my favorite purpose, with disappointment, affects me severely. I suppose that all ambitious minds are in the same predicament. He who seeks distinction must be sensible of disapprobation, exactly in the same proportion as he desires applause. I have thus, my dear cousin, unfolded my heart to you in this particular, without a speck of dissimulation. Some people, and good people too, would blame me, but you will not; and they, I think, would blame without just cause. We certainly do not honor God when we bury, or when we neglect to improve, as far as we can, whatever talent he may After the publication of Cowper's second volume, have bestowed upon us, whether it be little or much. and previous to his removal from Olney, he had reIn natural things, as well as spiritual, it is a never-newed his correspondence with some relatives and failing truth, that to him who hath, (that is, to him who employs what he hath, diligently, and so as to increase it,) more shall be given. Set me down, therefore, my dear cousin, for an industrious rhymer, so long as I shall have ability. For in this only way is it possible for me, so far as I can see, either to honor God, or even to serve myself."

friends with whom he had formerly been on terms of intimacy, but who seemed almost to have forgotten him, until the popularity of his publications arrested their attention. Among these were General Cowper and Rev. Walter Bagot. Cowper's letters to the latter prove that his attachment to him was not slight and superficial, but deep and fervent. In In reply to the apprehensions expressed by some February, 1786, it pleased God to deprive Mr. Bagot of his correspondents, that the confinement and close of his amiable and accomplished wife, who was reapplication which this work necessarily required, spected and beloved by all who knew her. On this would prove injurious to his health, and be likely melancholy occasion Cowper wrote to him as folto increase his depression, he made the following lows-"Alas! alas! my dear, dear friend, may God remarks:-"You may well wonder at my courage, himself comfort you! I will not be so absurd as to who have undertaken a work of such enormous attempt it. By the close of your letter, it should length; you would wonder more if you knew I seem that in this hour of great trial, he withholds translated the whole Iliad, with no other help than not his consolations from you. I know by experia Clavis. But I have since equipped myself for this ence that they are neither few nor small; and though immense journey, and am revising the work in com- I feel for you as I never felt for man before, yet do pany with a good commentator. I thank you for I sincerely rejoice in this, that, whereas there is but the solicitude you express on the subject of my pre- one comforter in the universe, under afflictions sent studies. The work is undoubtedly long and such as yours, you both know Him, and know where laborious, but it has an end, and proceeding leisure- to seek Him. I thought you a man the most happily ly, with a due attention to air and exercise, it is pos- mated that I had ever seen, and had great pleasure sible that I may live to finish it. Assure yourself of in your felicity. Pardon me, if now I feel a wish, one thing, that though to a bystander it may seem that, short as my acquaintance with her was, I had an occupation surpassing the powers of a constitu- never seen her; I should then have mourned with tion never very athletic, and, at present, not a little you, but not as I do now. Mrs. Unwin also sympathe worse for wear, I can invent for myself no em- thizes with you most sincerely, and you neither are, ployment that does not exhaust my spirits more. I nor will be soon forgotten, in such prayers as we will not pretend to account for this; I will only can make. I will not detain you longer now, my say that it is not the language of predilection for a poor afflicted friend, than to commit you to the merfavorite amusement, but that the fact is really so.cy of God, and to bid you a sorrowful adieu. May I have ever found that those plaything avocations which one may execute almost without any attention, fatigue me, and wear me away, while such as engage me much, and attach me closely, are rather serviceable to me than otherwise."

God be with you my friend, and give you a just measure of submission to his will, the most effectual remedy for the evils of this changing scene. I doubt not that he has granted you this blessing already, and may he still continue it."

CHAPTER XII.

Pleasure he enjoyed in his new residence. Sudden death of Mrs. Unwin's son. Cowper's distress on the occasion. Experiences a severe attack of illness. Is compelled to relinquish, for a time, his labors of translation. Mr. Rose's first visit to him. His sudden recovery. Manner of spending his time. Peculiarities of his case. Is dissuaded from resuming his translation. His deterinination to persevere in it. Applies to it with the utmost diligence. Great care with which he translated it. His admiration of the original. Providential preservation of Mrs. Unwin. His painful depression

unremoved.

By the end of November, 1786, Cowper was comfortably settled in his new residence at Weston. The house was delightfully situated, very near that of his friendly and accomplished landlord, Sir John Throckmorton, with whom he was now on terms of intimacy, and who had given him the full use of bis spacious and agreeable pleasure grounds. This afforded him an opportunity, at almost all seasons, of taking that degree of exercise in the open air, which he always found so conducive to his health. The following extracts from his first letter to Lady Hesketh, after entering on his new abode, describe the state of his feelings, and prove how truly he enjoyed the change. November 26, 1786. It is my birth-day, my beloved cousin, and I determine to employ a part of it that is not destitute of festivity, in writing to you. The dark thick fog that has obscured it, would have been a burthen to me at Olney, but here I have hardly attended to it. The neatness and snugness of our abode, compensates for all the dreariness of the season, and whether the ways are wet or dry, our house, at least, is always warm and commodious. Oh! for you, my cousin, to partake of these comforts with us! I will not begin already to tease you upon that subject, but Mrs. Unwin remembers to have heard from your own lips, that you hate London in the spring: perhaps, therefore, by that time, you may be glad to escape from a scene which will be every day growing more disagreeable, that you may enjoy the comforts of the Lodge. You well know that the best house has a desolate appearance unfurnished. This house accordingly, since it has been occupied by us, and our meubles, is as much superior to what it was when you saw it, as you can imagine; the parlor is even elegant. When I say that the parlor is elegant, I do not mean to insinuate that the study is It is neat, warm, and silent, and a much better study than I deserve, if I do not produce in it an incomparable translation of Homer. I think every day of those lines of Milton, and congratulate myself on having obtained, before I am quite superannuated, what he seems not to have hoped for

not so.

sooner.

"And may at length my weary age

Find out the peaceful hermitage." For, if it is not an hermitage, at least it is a much better thing, and you must always understand, my dear, that when poets talk of cottages, hermitages, and such like things, they mean a house with six sashes in front, two comfortable parlors, a smart stair-case, and three bed-chambers, of convenient dimensions; in short, exactly such a house as this is.

"The Throckmortons continue the most obliging neighbors in the world. One morning last week, they both went with me to the cliffs-a scene, my dear, in which you would delight beyond measure, but which you cannot visit except in the spring or autumn. The heat of summer, and clinging dirt of winter would destroy you. What is called the cliff, is no cliff, nor at all like one, but a beautiful terrace, sloping gently down to the base, and from the brow of which, though it is not lofty, you have a view of such a valley, as makes that which you saw from

the hills near Olney, and which I have had the honor to celebrate, an affair of no consideration. "Wintry as the weather is, do not suspect that it confines me. I ramble daily, and every day change my ramble. Wherever I go, I find short grass under my feet, and when I have travelled perhaps five miles, come home with shoes not at all too dirty for a drawing-room."

Cowper was scarcely settled in his new abode, and had hardly had time to participate of its enjoyments, before an event occurred, which plunged both him and Mrs. Unwin into the deepest distress. It pleas ed God, who does every thing according to his will, with angels as well as with men, all whose dispensations, mysterious as some of them may appear, are conducted on principles of unerring wisdom, and infinite benevolence, to remove from this scene of toil and labor, to regions of peace and happiness, Mrs. Unwin's son, in the prime of life, and in a manner the most sudden and unexpected. Cowper had always loved him as a brother, and had most unreservedly communicated his mind to him, on all occasions. Their attachment to each other was mutually strong, cordial, and affectionate. The loss of such a friend could not fail to make a deep impression on the poet's mind, and the following extracts will show how much he felt on the occa sion:-"I find myself here situated exactly to my mind. Weston is one of the prettiest villages in England; the walks about it are at all seasons of the year delightful. We had just begun to enjoy the pleasantness of our new situation, to find at least as much comfort in it as the season of the year would permit, when affliction found us out in our retreat, and the news reached us of the death of Mr. Unwin. He had taken a western tour with Mr. Henry Thornton, and on his return at Winchester, was seized with a putrid fever, which sent him to his grave. He is gone to it, however, though young, as fit for it as age itself could have made him. Regretted, indeed, and always to be regretted by those who knew him; for he had every thing that makes a man valuable, both in his principles and in his manners, but leaving still this consolation to his surviving friends; that he was desirable in this world chiefly because he was so well prepared for a better.

"The death of one whom I valued as I did Mr. Unwin, is a subject on which I could say much, and with much feeling. But habituated as my mind has been these many years to melancholy themes, I am glad to excuse myself the contemplation of them as much as possible. I will only observe that the death of so young a man, whom I saw so lately in good health, and whose life was so desirable on every account, has something in it peculiarly distressing. I cannot think of the widow and the children he has left, without a heart-ache that I remember not to have felt before. We may well say that the ways of God are mysterious: in truth, they are so, and to a degree that only such events can give us any conception of. Mrs. Unwin's life has been so much a life of affliction, that whatever occurs to her in that shape, has not, at least, the terrors of novelty to embitter it. She is supported under this, as she has been under a thousand others, with a submission of which I never saw her deprived for a moment.

"Though my experience has long since taught me that this world is a world of shadows, and that it is the more prudent, as well as the more Christian course, to possess the comforts that we find in it, as if we possessed them not, it is no easy matter to reduce this doctrine to practice. We forget that that God who gave them, may, when he pleases, take them away; and that, perhaps, it may please him to take them away at a time when we least expect it. and are least disposed to part with them. Thus it

has happened in the present case. There never was a moment in Unwin's life when there seemed to be more urgent want of him than the moment in which he died. He had attained to an age, when, if they are at any time useful, men become more useful to their families, their friends, and the world. His parish began to feel, and to be sensible of the value of his ministry; his children were thriving under his own tuition and management. The removal of a man in the prime of life, of such a character, and with such connections, seems to make a void in society that can never be filled. God seemed to have made him just what he was, that he might be a blessing to others, and when the influence of his character and abilities began to be felt, removed him. These are mysteries that we cannot contemplate without astonishment, but which will nevertheless be explained hereafter, and must, in the mean time, be revered in silence. It is well for Mrs. Unwin that she has spent her life in the practice of an habitual acquiescence in the dispensations of Providence, else I know that this stroke would have been heavier, after all that she has suffered upon another account, than she could have borne. She derives, as she well may, great consolation from the thought that he lived the life, and died the death of a Christian. The consequence is, if possible, more certain than the most mathematical conclusion, that therefore he is happy."

course failing with my strength, I seemed to have peculiar need of my old amusement. It seemed hard, therefore, to be forced to resign it, just when I wanted it most. But Homer's battles cannot be fought by a man who does not sleep well, and who has not some little degree of animation in the daytime. Last night, however, quite contrary to my expectation, the fever left me entirely, and I slept soundly, quietly and long. If it please God that it return not, I shall soon find myself in a condition to proceed. I walk constantly, that is to say, Mrs. Unwin and I together; for at these times I keep her constantly employed, and never suffer her to be absent from me many minutes. She gives me all her time, and all her attention, and forgets that there is another object in the world besides myself."

About this time, that intimacy between Cowper and Samuel Rose, Esq. which subsequently ripened into a friendship that nothing but death could dissolve, commenced. At the close of the letter from which we made our last extract, Cowper thus adverts to the circumstance:-" A young gentleman called here yesterday, who came six miles out of his way to see me. He was on a journey from London to Glasgow, having just left the university there. He came, I suppose, partly to satisfy his own curiosity, but chiefly, as it seemed, to bring me the thanks of some of the Scotch professors for my two volumes. His name is Rose, an Englishman. Your spirits being good, you will derive more pleasure from this incident than I can at present, therefore I send it." Notwithstanding the depression of mind which Cowper was beginning again to experience, when this unexpected interview between him and Mr. Rose took place, and his consequent aversion to the visits of any one, but especially strangers, yet he was so highly pleased with his new friend, that he commenced a correspondence with him immediately on recovering his health; and he ever regarded it as a providential circumstance, and a token of the goodness of God towards him, in giving him a friend and a correspondent, who, in some measure at least, supplied the loss he had experienced by the death of Mr. Unwin.

Cowper had scarcely given vent to his feelings on the melancholy occurrence of Mr. Unwin's decease, when he was himself again visited by severe indisposition. His depressive malady retured, with all its baleful consequences, and prevented him for more than six months, either from doing any thing with his translation of Homer, or carrying on his correspondence with his friends, or even from enjoying the conversation of those with whom he was most intimately associated, and whom he loved most affectionately. It is highly probable, that the painful feelings, occasioned by a too frequent recurrence to the apparently disastrous consequences, that must be the result of his friend's removal, occasioned this attack. His mind bore up under the first shock with comparative firmness, but his intense feelings, perhaps, pictured its remote effects in In February, 1787, Cowper's depressive malady colors much more gloomy than were ever likely to had so greatly increased, that his mind became be realized. Such seems to have been the case again enveloped in the deepest gloom. The followwith him at the death of his brother. He attended ing extracts from his letters, written after his recohim in his dying hours, saw him gradually sink into very, which took place in the ensuing autumn, will the arms of death, arranged all the affairs of his best describe the painful and distressing state to funeral, and then, when other persons less susceptible which he was reduced:-" My indisposition could of feeling, would in all probability have forgot-not be of a worse kind. Had I been afflicted with ten the event, his apprehensive mind invested it with imaginary h. rrors that were to him insupportable.

This affliction of Cowper's commenced in the early part of January, 1787. In his letters to his cousin, he thus adverts to the first symptoms of it :"I have had a little nervous fever lately, that has somewhat abridged my sleep, and though I find myself better to-day than I have been since it seized me, yet I feel my head lightish, and not in the best order for writing." In the next letter to the same correspondent, written about a week afterwardsthe last he wrote to any of his correspondents until his recovery, he again adverts to the progress of his complaint. "I have been so much indisposed with the nervous fever, that I told you in my last had seized me, my nights, during the whole week, may be said to have been almost sleepless. The consequence has been, that, except the translation of about thirty lines at the conclusion of the thirteenth book, I have been forced to abandon Homer entirely. This was a sensible mortification to me, as you may suppose, and felt the more, because my spirits of

a fever, or confined by a broken bone, neither of these cases would have made it impossible that we should meet. I am truly sorry that the impediment was insurmountable while it lasted, for such, in fact, it was. The sight of any face, except Mrs. Unwin's was to me an insupportable grievance; and when it has happened, that by forcing himself into my hiding place, some friend has found me out, he has had no great cause to exult in his success, as Mr. Bull could tell you. From this dreadful condition of mind, I emerged suddenly; so suddenly, that Mrs. Unwin, having no notice of such a change herself, could give none to any body; and when it obtained, how long it might last, and how far it might be depended upon, was a matter of the greatest uncertainty. It affects me on the recollection with the more concern, because it has deprived me of an interview with you, and has prevented you from visiting others who would have been very glad to see you."

In the midst of Cowper's severe attack, his friend, Mr. Rose paid him another visit, and was greatly distressed to find him reduced to such a degree of

days in which we do not meet, and I am now al
most as much at home in their house as in my own
I have the free use of their library, an acquisition
of great value to me, as I cannot live without books.
By this means I have been so well supplied, that I
have not yet even looked at the Lounger, which you
were so kind as to send me. His turn comes next,
and I shall probably begin him to-morrow."

wretchedness that he could not be prevailed upon | to converse with him on any subject. Cowper, as soon as he began to feel the slightest symptoms of recovery, recollected the great sympathy and disinterested kindness of his new friend, and he took care to present him with the first productions of his pen. In the last week of July, 1787, he thus addressed him:-" This is the first time I have written these six months; and nothing but the constraint of Cowper's correspondence with Mr. Newton had obligation could induce me to write now. I cannot now been suspended for some months. In the bebe so wanting to myself as not to endeavor, at least, ginning of the ensuing October he renewed it; and to thank you, both for the visits with which you the following extracts will afford some interesthave favored me, and the poem that you have senting information respecting the peculiarity of his ine. In my present state of mind I taste nothing, case:nevertheless I read-partly from habit, and partly "My Dear Friend-After a long but necessary inbecause it is the only thing I am capable of." A terruption of our correspondence, I return to it again month afterwards he again wrote to the same cor- in one respect, at least better qualified for it than respondent. "I have not yet taken up my pen, ex- before; I mean by a belief of your identity, which, cept to write to you. The little taste that I have for thirteen years, strange and unaccountable as it had of your company, and your kindness in finding may appear, I did not believe. The acquisition of me out, make me wish that we were nearer neigh- this light, if light it may be called, which leaves me bors, and that there were not so great a disparity in as much in the dark as ever, on the most interesting our years; that is to say, not that you were older, subjects, releases me, however, from the most disabut that I was younger. Could we have met early greeable suspicion that I am addressing myself to in life, I flatter myself that we might have been you as the friend whom I loved and valued so highmore intimate than we are now likely to be. But ly in my better days, while in fact you are not that you shall not find me slow to cultivate such a mea- friend, but a stranger. I can now write to you withsure of your regard as your friends of your own age out seeming to act a part, and without having any can spare me. I hope the same kindness which need to charge myself with dissimulation-a charge has prompted you twice to call on me, will prompt from which, in that state of mind, and under such an you again; and I shall be happy, if, on a future oc- uncomfortable persuasion, I know not how to exculcasion, I shall be able to give you a more cheerful pate myself, and which, as you will easily conceive, reception than can be expected from an invalid. not seldom made my correspondence with you a My health and spirits are considerably improved, burden. Still, indeed, it wants, and is likely to and I once more associate with my neighbors. My want, that best ingredient, which alone can make it head, however, has been the worst part of me, and truly pleasant, either to myself or you—that spiritusti. continues so; is subject to giddiness and pain, ality which once enlivened all our intercourse. You maladies very unfavorable to poetical employment: will tell me, no doubt, that the knowledge I have but I feel some encouragement to hope that I may gained is an earnest of more, and more valuable inpossibly, before long, find myself able to resume the formation too; and that the dispersion of the clouds translation of Homer. When I cannot walk, I read, in part, promises, in due time, their complete disand read perhaps more than is good for me. But I persion. I should be happy to believe ; but the cannot be idle. The only mercy that I show my-power to do so is at present far from me. Never self in this respect is, that I read nothing that requires much closeness of application."

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was the mind of man benighted to the degree that mine has been. The storms that have assailed me Cowper was now recovered sufficiently to resume would have overset the faith of every man that ever his correspondence with Lady Hesketh, and the had any; and the very remembrance of them, even following extracts will throw some additional light after they have been long passed by, makes hope on the gradually improving state of his health, and impossible. Mrs. Unwin, whose poor bark is still on the manner in which he then spent his time:- held together, though much shattered by being tossed "My dear cousin, though it costs me something to and agitated so long at the side of mine, does not write, it would cost me more to be silent. My inter- forget yours and Mrs. Newton's kindness on this last course with my neighbors being renewed, I can no occasion. Mrs. Newton's offer to come to her aslonger forget how many reasons there are why you sistance, and your readiness to have rendered us the especially should not be neglected: no neighbor, in- same service, could you have hoped for any salutary deed, but the kindest of my friends, and ere long, I effect of your presence, neither Mrs. Unwin nor myhope an inmate. My health and spirits seem to be self undervalue, nor shall presently forget. But mending daily. To what end I know not, neither you judged right when you supposed that even your will conjecture, but endeavor, as far as I can, to be company would have been no relief to me; the comcontent that they do so. I use exercise, and take pany of my father or my brother, could they have the air in the park; I read much; have lately read been returned from the dead to visit me, would have Savary's Travels in Egypt, Memoirs of Baron du been none. We are now busy in preparing for the Tott, Fenn's Original Letters, the Letters of Frede- reception of Lady Hesketh, whom we expect here rick of Bohemia, and am now reading Memoirs shortly. Mrs. Unwin's time has, of course, been d'Henri de Lorraine, Duc de Guise. I have also lately occupied to a degree that made writing, to her read Barclay's Argenis, a Latin romance, and the impracticable; and she excused herself the rather, best romance that was ever written. All these, to-knowing my intentions to take her office. It does gether with Madan's Letters to Priestley, and seve- not, however, suit me to write much at a time. This ral pamphlets, I have read within these two months. last tempest has left my nerves in a worse condition So that you will say I am a great reader. I, how-than it found them; my head especially, though ever, write but little, because writing is become new to me; but I shall come on by degrees, and hope to regain the use of my pen before long. Our friends at the Hall make themselves more and inore amiable in our account, by treating us rather as old friends, than as friends newly acquired. There are few

better informed, is more infirm than ever; I will therefore only add, that I rejoice to hear Mrs. Cowper has been so comfortably supported under her heavy trial. She must have severely felt the loss of her son. She has an affectionate heart towards her children, and could not but be sensible of the bitter

ness of such a cup. But God's presence sweetens commenced the undertaking, and again entered upevery bitter. Desertion is the only evil that a Chris-on it with all his former spirit and activity. The tian cannot bear."

Cowper's friends were all delighted to see him again in full possession of his mental powers; and, as many of them attributed his last attack to the irritation and fatigue occasioned by his translation of Homer, they endeavored to dissuade him from pursuing it, and recommended him to confine his attention to original poetry. Cowper was not, however, to be diverted from his purpose without an irrefragable proof of its injurious tendency, and he had formed a very different opinion on the subject to that of his friends. In a letter to Mr. Newton, he particularly adverts to it."I have many kind friends, who, like yourself, wish that, instead of turning my endeavors to a translation of Homer, I had proceeded in the way of original poetry. But I can truly say, that it was ordered otherwise, not by me, but by that God who governs all my thoughts, and directs all their intentions as he pleases. It may seem strange, but it is true, that after having written a volume, in general, with great ease to myself, I found it impossible to write another page. The mind of man is not a fountain, but a cistern; and mine, God knows, a broken one. It is my creed, that the intellect depends as much, both for the energy and the multitude of its exertions, upon the operations of God's agency upon it, as the heart, for the exercise of its graces, upon the influence of the Holy Spirit. According to this persuasion, I may very reasonably affirm, that it was not God's good pleasure that I should proceed in the same track, because he did not enable me to do it. A whole year I waited, and waited in circumstances of mind that made a state of mere employment peculiarly irksome to me. I longed for the pen as the only remedy, but I could find no subject: extreme distress, at last, drove me, as, if I mistake not, I told you some time since, to lay Homer before me, and translate for amusement. Why it pleased God that I should be hunted into such a business, of such enormous length and labor, by miseries for which he did not see good to afford me any other remedy, I know not. But so it was; and jejune as the consolation may be, and unsuited to the exigencies of a mind that once was spiritual, yet a thousand times have I been glad of it, for a thousand times it has served, at least, to divert my attention, in some degree, from such terrible tempests as I believe have seldom been permitted to beat upon a human mind. Let my friends, therefore, who wish me some little measure of tranquillity in the performance of the most turbulent voyage that ever Christian mariner made, be contented, that having Homer's mountains and forests to windward, I escape, under their shelter, from many a gust of melancholy depression that would almost overset me, especially when they consider that, not by choice, but by necessity, I make them my refuge. As to the fame, and honor, and glory, that may be acquired by poetical feats of any sort, God knows, that if I could lay me down in my grave with hope at my side, or sit with this companion in a dungeon all the residue of my days, I would cheerfully waive them all. For, the little fame that I have already earned, has never saved me from one distressing night, or from one despairing day, since I first acquired it. For what I am reserved, or to what, is a mystery; I would fain hope, not merely that I may amuse others, or only to be a translator of Homer."

following extracts will show that his affliction had not deprived him of the vigor of his mind, or produced in him the slightest disinclination to engage in this laborious work. "I am as heretofore occupied with Homer; my present occupation is the revisal of all I have done, which is the first fifteen books. I stand amazed at my own increasing dexterity in the business, being verily persuaded that as far as I have gone, I have improved the work to double its value. I will assure you, that it engages, unavoidably, my whole attention. The length of it, the spirit of it, and the exactness requisite to its due performance, are so many most interesting subjects of consideration to me, who find that my best attempts are only introductory to others, and, that what to-day I supposed finished, to-morrow I must begin again. Thus it fares with a translator of Homer.-To exhibit the majesty of such a poet in a modern language, is a task that no man can estimate the difficulty of till he attempts it. To paraphrase him loosely, to hang him with trappings that do not belong to him, all this is comparatively easy. But to represent him with only his own ornaments, and still to preserve his dignity, is a labor that if I hope in any measure to achieve it, I am sensible can only be achieved by the most assiduous and most unremitting attention; a perseverance that nothing can discourage, a minuteness of observation that suffers nothing to escape, and a determination not to be seduced from the staight line that lies before us, by any images which fancy may present. There are perhaps, few arduous undertakings that are not, in fact, more arduous than we at first supposed them. As we proceed, difficulties increase upon us, but our hopes gather strength also, and we conquer difficulties, which, could we have foreseen them, we should never have had the boldness to encounter. You possess by nature all that is necessary to success in the profession you have chosen. What remains is in your own power. They say of poets, that they must be born such; so must mathematicians, so must great generals, so must lawyers, and so indeed must men of all denominations, or it is not possible that they should excel. But with whatever faculties we are born, and to whatever studies our genius may direct us, studies they must still be. I am persuaded that Milton did not write his Paradise Lost, nor Homer his Iliad, nor Newton his Principia, without immense labor. Nature gave them a bent to their respective pursuits, and that strong propensity, I suppose, is what we mean by genius. The rest they gave themselves.

"My first thirteen books of Homer have been criticised in London; have been by me accommodated to those criticisms, returned to London in their improved state, and sent back to Weston with an imprimatur. This would satisfy some poets less anxious than myself about what they expose in public, but it has not satisfied me. I am now revising them again, by the light of my own critical taper, and make more alterations than at the first. But are they improvements? you will ask. Is not the spirit of the work endangered by all this correctness? I think and hope that it is not. Being well aware of the possibility of such a catastrophe, I guard particularly against it. Where I find a servile adherence to the original would render the passage less animated than it should be, I still, as at the first, allow myself a liberty. On all other occasions, I Ten months had now elapsed since Cowper had prune with an unsparing hand, determined that laid aside his translation, and as Johnston, the pub-there shall not be found in the whole translation an lisher, had been informed of his recovery, he wrote idea that is not Homer's. My ambition is, to proto require him to persevere in the work with as lit-duce the closest copy possible, and at the same time tle delay as possible.-Cowper immediately re- as harmonious as I can possibly make it.-This

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