himself, as he lights, on equalized wings—su l' adeguate penne Pria sul Libano monte ei si ritenne, E si libró su l' adeguate penne. This elegant imitation of Virgil, Fairfax improved into a thought as new as it was beautiful, On Lebanon at first his foot he set, And shook his wings with rory may-dews wet. Milton, passing over the original in this passage, copies the translator, and that nothing may be lost, adds attitude to the motion from Virgil, and turns the due into fragrance from Sannazarius : Like Maia's son he stood, And shook his plumes, that heav'nly fragrance fill'd Book 5. But I am getting unawares into a luxurious gossiping, quite out of my subject. The chief purpose for which I mentioned Fairfax was to suggest a republication of him in preference to the commonplace dulness of Hoole, who would assuredly have never been tolerated, had not the last age of poetry, in which he lived, been given up to the lees of the French taste. The love of Italian literature which began to revive among a few scholars of that age, is beginning to have it's effect upon this; and if it continue, will do a great deal of good both to our fancy and versification,-I mean, will put them both in a right way of exercising their faculties and help them to think and speak for themselves; for there is no danger that we shall fall into those errors of the Italian school, which however they may have been exaggerated by superficial observers, certainly do exist, and which are the natural overgrowth of fancy at certain periods of it's flourishing. Our long habits of criticism will save us from those. It is to be observed, after all, in speaking of schools of poetry, that they are only to be recommended comparatively. We are much more likely to get at a real poetical taste through the Italian than through the French school,-through Spenser, Milton, and Ariosto, than Pope, Boileau, and their followers; the former will teach us to vary our music and to address ourselves more directly to nature; but nature herself is, of course, the great and perfecting mis tress, without whom we become either eccentric pretenders, or danglers after inferior beauty, or repeaters, at best, of her language at second hand. We must study where Shakspeare studied,—in the fields, in the heavens,-in the heart and fortunes of man ;—and he, and the other great poets, should be our reading out of school-hours. 9 So saying, he rang, to leave nothing in doubt, And the sour little gentleman bless'd himself out. Mr. Gifford is a man of strong natural sense, with such acquired talents, as are apt to impress us with double respect, when their history is connected with early difficulties and an humble origin. The manner in which he has related those difficulties, in the interesting little memoir prefixed to his Juvenal, is calculated to give his readers a regard for him as well. as respect; and upon the whole, there is no living author perhaps, who might have enjoyed a more unmingled reputation, of the middle species, than Mr. Gifford. But a vile, peevish temper, the more inexcusable in it's indulgence, because he appears to have had early warning of it's effects, breaks out in every page of his criticism, and only renders his affected grinning the more obnoxious. There is no generosity in his satire :-the merest folly he treats not only with ridicule but resentment; and even a mistake, upon a point which he understands better than some unlucky commentator, is something upon which he thinks himself entitled to be indignant and retributive. I pass over the nauseous Epistle to Peter Pindar, and even the notes to his Baviad and Moviad, where though less vulgar in his language, he has a great deal of the pert cant and snip-snap which he deprecates, and wastes a ludicrous quantity of triumph over every poor creature that comes athwart him; but he cannot repress this spirit even upon better men, as may be seen where he differs with his brother commentators on Juvenal; and every decent mind, I believe, has been disgusted with his tiresome, peevish, and useless insults over his precursors in the explanation of Massinger. Had Mr. Gifford, for his own mistakes only, been treated with the roughness which he has shewn towards others, he would have had enough to bear; but to visit on him the full return of his temper, would be a severity, as humiliating to a proper satirist, as intolerable to himself. Our author however does not appear to have car ried this enthusiastic impatience of his against all the circles of life, with which his talents have successively made him acquainted. Like his remorseless but at the same time discriminating brother critics, the Suppressors of Vice, his indignation appears to have made a seasonable stop in approaching the higher orders; and thus from a wrathful, personal satirist of vice and folly, he has softened and settled himself into an editor of old dramatists and of government reviews, who is only wrathful in speaking of the objectors to princely vices, and only personal upon dead men or respectable ladies. Let a man have made a mistake upon an old poet fifty years back, and he shall be properly denounced; let Mrs. Barbauld, to whom the rising generation are so much indebted, publish but a poetical opinion in verse, differing with the rulers that are and the |