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lates is certain. The instructor whom he assigns to Roscommon is one Dr. Hall, by whom he cannot mean the famous Hall, then an old man and a bishop.

When the storin broke out upon Strafford, his house was a shelter no longer ; and Dillon, by the advice of Usher, was sent to Caen, where the Protestants had then an university, and continued his studies under Bochart.

Young Dillon, who was sent to study under Bochart, and who is represented as having already made great proficiency in literature, could not be more than nine years old. Strafford went to govern Ireland in 1633, and was put to death eight years afterwards. That he was sent to Caen, is certain : that he was a great scholar, may be doubted.

At Caen he is said to have had some preternatural intelligence of his father's death.

* The lord Roscommon, being a boy of ten years of age, at Caen in Nor" mandy, one day was, as it were, madly extravagant in playing, leaping, getting over the tables, boards, &c. He was wont to be sober. enough; they "said, God grant this bodes no ill-luck to him! In the heat of this extravagant fit, he cries out, My father is dead. A forthnight after, news came * from Ireland that his father was dead. This account I had from Mr. " Knolles, who was his governor, and then with him, --since secretary to the "earl of Strafford; and I have heard his lordship's relations confirm the " same." Aubrey's Miscellany.

The present age is very little inclined to favour any accounts of this kind nor will the name of Aubrey much recommend it to credit: it ought not, however, to be omitted, because better evidence of a fact cannot easily be found than is here offered, and it must be by preserving such relations that we may at last judge how much they are to be regarded. If we stay to examine this account, we shall see difficulties on both sides : here is the relation of a fact given by a man who had no interest to deceive, and who could not be de ceived himself; and here is, on the other hand, a miracle which prodaces no effect; the order of nature is interrupted to discover not a future but only a distant event, the knowledge of which is of no use to him to wliom it is ro vealed. Between these difficulties, what way shall be found? Is reason or testimony to be rejected ; I believe what Osborfie says of an appearance of sanctity may be applied to such impulses or anticipations as this: -Do not wholly slighe them, because they may be true; but do not easily trust them, because they may be false.

The state both of England and Ireland was at this time such, that he who was absent from either country had very little temptation to return; and therefore Roscommon, when he left Caen, travelled into Italy, and amused himself with its antiquities, and particularly with medals

, in which he acquired uncommon skill.

At the Restoration, with the other friends of monarchy, he came to England, was made captain of the band of Pensioners, and learned so much of the dissoluteness of the court, that he addicted himself immoderately to gaming,

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by which he was engaged in frequent quarrels, and which undoubtedly brought upon him its usual concomitants, extravagance and distress.

After some time a dispute about part of his estate forced him into Ireland, where he was made by the duke of Ormond captain of the guards, and met with an adventure thus related by Fenton.

“ He was at Dublin as much as ever distempered with the same fatal affec. “tion for play, which engaged him in one adventure that well deserves to be ".related. As he returned to his lodgings from a gaming-table, he was attacked “in the dark by three ruffians, who were employed to assassinate him. The “ Earl defended himself with so much resolution, that he dispatched one of " the aggressors; whilst a gentleman, accidentally passing that way, interposed, " and disarmed another: the third secured himself by flight. This generous ". assistant was a disbanded officer, of a good family and fair reputation; who, “ by what we call the partiality of fortune, to avoid censuring the iniquities " of the, times, wanted even a plain suit of clothes, to make a decent ap

pearance at the Castle. But his lordsliip, on this occasion, presenting him u to the Duke of. Orinond, with great importunity prevailed with his grace, " that he might resign bis post of captain of the guards to his friend; which for " about three years the gentleman enjoyed, and, upon his death, the duke re" turned the commission to his generous benefactor."

When he had finished his business, he returned to London; was made Mas. ter of the Horse to the Dutchess of York: and married the Lady Frances, daughter of the Earl of Burlington, and widow of Colonel Courteney.

He now busied his mind with literary projects, and formed the plan of a society for refining our language and fixing its standard; in imitation, says Fenton, of those learned and polite societies with which he had been acquainted abroad. In this design his friend Dryden is said to have assisted him.

The same design, it is well known, was revived by Dr. Swift in the ministry of Oxford; but it has never since been publickly nicntioned, though at that time great expectations were formed by some, of its establishment and its effects. Such a society might, perhaps, without much difficulty, be collected; but that it, would produce what is expected from it may be doubted. :, The Italian academy seenis to have obtained its end. The language was Tefined, and so fixed that it has changed but little. The French academy hought that they refined their language, and doubtless thought rightly; but the event has not shewn that they fixed it; for the French of the present time is very different from that of the last century. ... In this country an academy could be expected to do but little. If an acadenician's place were profitable, it would be given by interest ; if attendance were gratuitous, it would be rarely paid, and no man would endure the least disgust. Unanimity is impossible, and debate would separate the assembly.

But suppose the philological decrce made and promulgated, what would be is authority? In absolute governments, there is sometimes a general reverence paid to allthat has the sanction of power, and the countenance of greatness. How ittle this is the state of our country needs not to be told. We live in an age in

which it is a kind of public sport to refuse all respect that cannot be enforced. The edicts of an English academy would probably be read by many, only that they might be sure to disobey them.

That our language is in perpetual danger of corruption cannot be denied ; but what prevention can be found? The present manners of the nation would deride authority, and therefore nothing is left but that every writer should criticise himself.

All hopes of new literary institutions were quickly suppressed by the conlentious turbulence of King James's reign ; and Roscommon, foreseeing that some violent concussion of the State was at hand, purposed to retire to Rome, alleging, that it was best to sit near the chimney when the chamber smoaked ; a sentence, of which the application seems not very clear.

His departure was delayed by the gout; and he was so impatient either of hindrance or of pain, that he submitted himself to a French empirick, who is said to have repelled the disease into his bowels.

At the moment in which he expired, he uttered, with an energy of voice that expressed the most fervent devotion, two lines of his own version of Dies Iræ : My God, my Father, and

my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end. He died in 1684; and was buried with great pomp in Westminster-Abbey, His poetical character is given by Mr. Fenton: “ In his writings,” says Fenton, “ we view the image of a mind which was naturally serious and solid : richly furnished and adorned with all the orna. ments of learning, unaffectedly disposed in the most regular and elegant · order. His imagination might have probably been more fruitful and

sprightly, if his judgment had been less seyere. But that severity (delivered "in a masculine, clear, and succinct style) contributed to make him so emi

nent in the didactical manner, that no man, with justice, can affirm he was ever equalled by any of our nation, without confessing at the same time " that he is inferior to none. In some other kinds of writing his genius seems " to have wanted fire to attain the point of perfection; but who can attain it?"

From this account of the riches of his mind, who would not imagine that they had been displayed in large volumes and numerous performances? who would not, after the perusal of this character, be surprised to find that all the proofs of this genius, and knowledge and judgement, are not sufficient to form a single book, or to appear otherwise than in conjunction with the works of some other writer of the same petty size * ? But thus it is that characters are

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• They were published together with thase of Duke, in an octavo volume, in 1919. Tlie editor, whoever he was, professes to have taken great care to procure and insert all of his lordship's poems that are truly genuine. The truth of this assertion is fully denied by the author of an accoume of Mr. John Pomfret, prefixed to his Remains; who asserts, that the Prospect of Death was written by that person many years after lord Roscommon's decease; as, also, that the paraphrase of the Prayer of Jeremy was written by a gentleman of the name of Southcourt, living in the year 1724. H.

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written: we know somewhat, and we imagine the rest. The observation, that his imagination would probably have been more fruitful and sprightly it his judgement had been less severc, may be answered, by a remarker somewhat inclined to cavil, by a contrary supposition, that his judgement would probably have been less severe, if his imagination had been more fruitful. It is ridiculous to oppose judgement to imagination ; for it does not appear that inen have necessarily less of one as they have more of the other.

We must allow of Roscommon, what Fenton has not mentioned so distinctly as he ought, and what is yet very much to his honour, that he is perliaps the only correct writer in verse before Addison; and that, if there are not so many or so great beauties in his compositions as in those of some contem poraries, there are at least fewer faults. Nor is this his highest praise ; for Mr Pope has celebrated him as the only moral writer of King Charles's reign:

Unhappy Dryden! in all Charles's days,

Roscommon only boasts unspotted lays. His great work is his Essay on Translated Verse; of which Dryden writes thus in the preface to his Miscellanies:

" It was my Lord Roscommon's Essay on Translated Verse," says Dryden, “ which made me uneasy, till I tried whether or no I was capable of following “ his rules, and of reducing the speculation into practice. For many a fair

precept in poetry is like a seeming demonstration in mathematicks, very “ specious in the diagram, but failing in the mechanick operation. I think I “ have generally observed his instructions: I am sure my reason is sufficiently " convinced both of their truth and usefulness; which, in other words, is to “confess no less a vanity than to pretend that I have, at least in some places, " made examples to his rules.”

This declaration of Dryden will, I am afraid, be found to be little more than one of those cursory civilities which one author pays to another; for when the sum of lord Roscommon's precepts is collected, it will not be easy to discover how they can qualify their reader for a better peformance of trans. lation than might have been attained by his own reflections.

He that can abstract his mind from the elegance of the poetry, and confine it to the sense of the pretepts, will find no other direction than that the author should be suitable to the translator's genius; that he should be such as may deserve a translation; that he who intends to translate him should endeavour to, understand him; that perspicuity should be studied, and unusual and uncouth names sparingly inserted; and that the style of the original should be copied in its elevation and depression. These are the rules that are celebrated as so definite and important; and for the delivery of which to mankind so much honour has been paid. Roscommon has indeed deserved his praises, had they been given with discernment, and bestowed not on the rules themselves, but the art with which they are introduced, and the decorations with which they are adorned.

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The Essay, though generally excellent, is not without its faults.? The story of the Quack, borrowed from Boileau, was not worth the importation: he has confounded the British and Saxon mythology:

I grant that from some mossy idol oak,

In double rhymes, our Thor and Woden spoke, The oak, as I think Gildon has observed, belonged to the British druids, and Ther and Woden were Saxon deities. Of the double rhymes, which he so libe-, rally supposes, he certainly had no knowledge.

His interposition of a long paragraph of blank verses is unwarrantably licentious, Latin poets inight as well have introduced a series of iambicks among their heroicks,

His next work is the translation of the Art of Poetry; which has received, in my opinion, not less praise than it deserves. Blank verse, left merely to its numbers, has little operation either on the ear or mind: it can hardly support itself without bold figures and striking images. A poem frigidly didactick, without rhyme, is so near to prose, that the reader only scorns ir for pretending to be verse.

Having disentangled himself from the difficulties of rhyme, he may justly be expected to give the sense of Horace with great exactness, and to suppress no subtilty of sentiment for the difficulty of expressing it. This demand. however, his translation will not satisfy; what he found obscure, I do not know that he has ever cleared.

Among his smaller works, the Eclogue of Virgil and the Dies Iræ are well translated; though the best line in the Dies Iræis borrowed from Dryden. In return, succeeding poets have borrowed from Roscommon.

In the verses on the Lap-dog, the pronouns thou and you are offensively confounded; and the turn at the end is from Waller.

His versions of the two odes of Horace are made with great liberty, which is not recompensed by much elegance or vigour.

His political verses are spritely, and when they were written must have been very popular.

Of the scene of Guarini, and the prologue to Pompey, Mrs. Philips, in her letter to Sir Charles Cotterel, has given the history,

"Lord Roscommon," says she, “ is certainly one of the most promising ' young noblemen in Ireland. He has paraphrased a Psalm admirably, and " a scene of Pastor Fido very finely, in some places much better than Sir “ Richard Fanshaw. This was undertaken merely in compliment to me, " who happened to say that it was the best scene in Italian, and the worst in " English. He was only two hours about it. It begins thus;

" Dear happy groves, and you the dark retreat

Of silent horror, Kest's eternal seat." From these lines, which are since somewhat mended, it appears that he did not think a work of two hours fit to endure the eye of criticism without I risal.

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