Page images
PDF
EPUB

40

41

of mankind, and that, as to physick, I expressly affirmed that learning must be joined with native genius to make a physician of the first rank; but if those talents are separated I asserted, and do still insist, that a man of native sagacity and diligence will prove a more able and useful practiser than a heavy notional ' scholar, encumbered with a heap of confused ideas.'

He was not only a poet and a physician, but produced likewise a work of a different kind, A true and impartial History of the Conspiracy against King William, of glorious Memory, in the Year 16952. This I have never seen, but suppose it at least compiled with integrity. He engaged likewise in theological controversy, and wrote two books against the Arians: Just Prejudices against the Arian Hypothesis, and Modern Arians unmasked3. Another of his works is Natural Theology, or Moral Duties considered apart from Positive; with some Observations on the Desirableness and Necessity of a supernatural Revelation. This was the last book that he published. He left behind him The accomplished Preacher, or an Essay upon Divine Eloquence, which was printed after his death by Mr. White of Nayland in Essex, the minister who attended his death-bed, and testified the fervent piety of his last hours. He died on the eighth of October, 17295.

BLACKMORE by the unremitted enmity of the wits, whom he provoked more by his virtue than his dulness, has been exposed to worse treatment than he deserved; his name was so long used to point every epigram upon dull writers that it became at last a bye-word of contempt : but it deserves observation

'NOTIONAL. Dealing in ideas, not realities.' Johnson's Dict.

2 Published in 1723.

3 Both books in 1721.

Neither this work nor Natural Theology is in the British Museum.

5 On Oct. 9 according to Cibber's Lives, v. 184-5, whence the account of Blackmore's death seems to be taken.

The University of Oxford had a fortunate escape from a reversionary interest in 1,000 left by him to encourage a student every year to write a poem of 650 lines on a Divine Subject and 'prose pamphlets against the obscene plays and publications of the time. The poems were to be

printed.' Cunningham's Lives of the Poets, ii. 265.

• Pope attacked him in The Dunciad, i. 104, ii. 259, 302, 370. For other attacks by Pope see ante, BLACKMORE, 5, 11, 14, 31, 36. In The Art of Sinking he is called 'the father of the Bathos, and indeed the Homer of it.' It is 'from his treasury,' the authors of it say, 'that we have drawn all these instances.' Pope's Works (Elwin and Courthope), x. 360.

[ocr errors]

Gay, in his Epistle ii, brings in a couplet, slightly altered, from Prince Arthur, Bk. v. l. 152:— 'Then Maurus in his proper sphere might shine,

that malignity takes hold only of his writings, and that his life passed without reproach, even when his boldness of reprehension naturally turned upon him many eyes desirous to espy faults, which many tongues would have made haste to publish. But those who could not blame could at least forbear to praise, and therefore of his private life and domestick character there are no memorials.

As an author he may justly claim the honours of magnanimity 1. 42 The incessant attacks of his enemies, whether serious or merry, are never discovered to have disturbed his quiet, or to have lessened his confidence in himself; they neither awed him to silence nor to caution; they neither provoked him to petulance nor depressed him to complaint. While the distributors of literary fame were endeavouring to depreciate and degrade him he either despised or defied them, wrote on as he had written before, and never turned aside to quiet them by civility or repress them by confutation.

He depended with great security on his own powers, and per- 43 haps was for that reason less diligent in perusing books. His literature was, I think, but small. What he knew of antiquity I suspect him to have gathered from modern compilers; but though he could not boast of much critical knowledge his mind was stored with general principles, and he left minute researches to those whom he considered as little minds.

With this disposition he wrote most of his poems. Having 44 formed a magnificent design he was careless of particular and subordinate elegances; he studied no niceties of versification; he waited for no felicities of fancy; but caught his first thoughts in the first words in which they were presented: nor does it appear that he saw beyond his own performances, or had ever elevated his views to that ideal perfection which every genius born to excel is condemned always to pursue, and never overtake. In the first suggestions of his imagination he acquiesced; he thought them good, and did not seek for better. His works may be read

[merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small]

45

46

4.7

a long time without the occurrence of a single line that stands prominent from the rest'.

The poem on Creation has, however, the appearance of more circumspection; it wants neither harmony of numbers, accuracy of thought, nor elegance of diction: it has either been written with great care, or, what cannot be imagined of so long a work, with such felicity as made care less necessary.

Its two constituent parts are ratiocination2 and description. To reason in verse is allowed to be difficult; but Blackmore not only reasons in verse, but very often reasons poetically; and finds the art of uniting ornament with strength, and ease with closeness. This is a skill which Pope might have condescended to learn from him, when he needed it so much in his Moral Essays3.

In his descriptions both of life and nature the poet and the philosopher happily co-operate; truth is recommended by elegance, and elegance sustained by truth.

48 In the structure and order of the poem not only the greater parts are properly consecutive, but the didactick and illustrative paragraphs are so happily mingled that labour is relieved by pleasure, and the attention is led on through a long succession of

This last sentence is not in the first edition.

2 The favourite exercise of Dryden's mind was ratiocination.' Ante, DRYDEN, 327.

Post, POPE, 202-6. Johnson criticizes also the reasoning in the Essay on Man. Post, POPE, 190, 363-6. Dr. Warton says that 'Dr. Johnson strangely asserts that Pope might have learnt the art of reasoning in verse from Blackmore.' Pope's Works, 1822, vi. 202.

'Pope perhaps did not disdain to study and profit by The Creation.... If Pope condescended to learn anything from Blackmore, which I am inclined to think he did, he should in gratitude, as well as in justice, have bestowed on him a redeeming verse in The Dunciad! SOUTHEY, Cowper's Works, ii. 139.

Had the following lines been written after the Essay on Man they would have been called an imitation of Epistle i. 43.

'See how the earth has gained that
very place

space,

Which, of all others in the boundless
[conduce
Is most convenient, and will best
To the wise ends required for
nature's use.

You who the Mind and Cause
Supreme deny,

Nor on his aid to form the world
rely,

Must grant, had perfect wisdom
been employed,

To find through all th' interminable
void

A seat most proper, and which best
became

The earth and sea, it must have been

the same.' The Creation, Bk.i.1.68. It may be the case that the similarity comes only from the 'Leibnitzian reasoning [post, POPE, 363] of both poets. Nevertheless other passages in The Creation lead me to agree with Johnson and Southey. See also post, Savage, 119 n.

[ocr errors]

varied excellence to the original position, the fundamental principle of wisdom and of virtue.

AS the heroick poems of Blackmore are now little read it is 49 thought proper to insert as a specimen from Prince Arthur the song of Mopas mentioned by Molineux'.

'But that which Arthur with most pleasure heard,
Were noble strains by Mopas sung, the bard,
Who to his harp in lofty verse began,

And through the secret maze of Nature ran.
He the great Spirit sung, that all things fill'd,
That the tumultuous waves of Chaos still'd;
Whose nod dispos'd the jarring seeds to peace,
And made the wars of hostile Atoms cease.
All Beings we in fruitful Nature find,
Proceeded from the great Eternal Mind;
Streams of his unexhausted spring of power,
And cherish'd with his influence, endure.
He spread the pure cerulean fields on high,
And arch'd the chambers of the vaulted sky,
Which he, to suit their glory with their height,
Adorn'd with globes, that reel as drunk with light.
His hand directed all the tuneful spheres,
He turn'd their orbs, and polish'd all the stars.
He fill'd the Sun's vast lamp with golden light,
And bid the silver Moon adorn the night;
He spread the airy Ocean without shores,
Where birds are wafted with their feather'd oars.
Then sung the bard how the light vapours rise
From the warm earth, and cloud the smiling skies.
He sung how some, chill'd in their airy flight,
Fall scatter'd down in pearly dew by night.
How some, rais'd higher, sit in secret steams
On the reflected points of bounding beams;
Till, chill'd with cold, they shade th' ethereal plain,
Then on the thirsty earth descend in rain.
How some, whose parts a slight contexture show,
Sink hovering through the air in fleecy snow.
How part is spun in silken threads, and clings
Entangled in the grass in glewy strings.
How others stampt to stones, with rushing sound
Fall from their crystal quarries to the ground.
How some are laid in trains, that kindled fly

In harmless fires by night, about the sky.

I

Ante, BLACKMORE, 9. The song is in Bk. iv. ed. 1695, p. 95.

How some in winds blow with impetuous force,
And carry ruin where they bend their course;
While some conspire to form a gentle breeze
To fan the air, and play among the trees.
How some, enrag'd, grow turbulent and loud,
Pent in the bowels of a frowning cloud;

That cracks, as if the axis of the world

Was broke, and heaven's bright towers were downwards hurl'd.
He sung how earth's wide ball at Jove's command

Did in the midst on airy columns stand.
And how the soul of plants, in prison held,
And bound with sluggish fetters, lies conceal'd,
Till with the Spring's warm beams, almost releast
From the dull weight with which it lay opprest,
Its vigour spreads, and makes the teeming earth
Heave up, and labour with the sprouting birth;
The active spirit freedom seeks in vain;
It only works and twists a stronger chain.
Urging its prison's sides to break a way,
It makes that wider, where 'tis forc'd to stay:
Till, having form'd its living house, it rears
Its head, and in a tender plant appears.
Hence springs the oak, the beauty of the grove,
Whose stately trunk fierce storms can scarcely move.
Hence grows the cedar, hence the swelling vine
Does round the elm its purple clusters twine.
Hence painted flowers the smiling gardens bless,
Both with their fragrant scent and gaudy dress.
Hence the white lily in full beauty grows,
Hence the blue violet, and blushing rose.
He sung how sun-beams brood upon the earth,
And in the glebe hatch such a numerous birth;
Which way the genial warmth in Summer storms
Turns putrid vapours to a bed of worms;
How rain, transform'd by this prolifick power,
Falls from the clouds an animated shower.
He sung the embryo's growth within the womb,
And how the parts their various shapes assume.
With what rare art the wondrous structure's wrought,
From one crude mass to such perfection brought;
That no part useless, none misplac'd we see,
None are forgot, and more would monstrous be.'

« PreviousContinue »