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Say, did you give the thrilling transport way?
Spring, 1. 309.
Giles, having fatigued himself by his endeavors to frighten a host of sparrows from the wheat-ears, retires to repose beneath the friendly shelter of some projecting boughs; and, while with head upon the ground he is gazing upon the heavens, he suddenly hears
Just starting from the corn she cheerly sings,
Her form, her motion, undistinguish'd quite,
Summer, 1. 63.
THE BLIND CHILD.
Where's the blind child so admirably fair,
1 " The most beautiful part in the description of this bird, and which is at once curiously faithful and expressively harmonious, I have copied in italics. Milton and Thomson haye
Creeps on the warm green turf for many an hour,
News from the Farm.
THE DISTRACTED FEMALE.
- Naught her rayless melancholy cheers,
Fair promised sunbeams of terrestrial bliss,
“When we consider the circumstances under which the early poetry of Bloomfield was composed-in a bare grim garret, by a feeble-constitutioned man approaching middle life, and amiii the fatigues of mechanical labor, which yet fcarcely suffice to satisfy the clamant necessities of a wife and three children-The Farmer's Boy' ought not to be regarded otherwine than as a wonderful production. Few are its errors in taste, either as to matter or manner; and its style is simple, chaste, unaffected, nay, occasionally clegant.”—D. M. Morr,
9 " It presents as finished a specimen of versification as can be extracted from the pages of our most polished poets; and its pathos is such as to require no comment of mine.— DLAKE's Literary Hours, ii. 467.
O Thou! who bidst the vernal juices rise,
THE WIDOW TO HER HOUR-GLASS.
Come, friend, I'll turn thee up again:
('ompanion of the lonely hour! Spring thirty times hath fed with rain And clothed with leaves my humble bower,
Since thou hast stood
In frame of wood,
At every birth still thou wert near,
Still spoke thine admonitions clear-
And seen the growing mountain rise,
Its conic crown
Still sliding down,
Like days and years still filtering through,
(For now and then my heart will glow,) Thou measurest Time's expanding wing; By thee the noontide hour I know:
Though silent thou,
Still shalt thou flow,
But when I glean the sultry fields,
When earth her yellow harvest yields,
Thy daily task performing well,
Come, lovely May!
Thy lengthen'd day
Companion of the lonely hour,
THOMAS ERSKINE, 1750—1823.
Tuomas (Lord) ERSKINE, third son of the Earl of Buchan, was born in the year 1750, and was educated at the University of St. Andrews. After serving six years in the navy and army, he was induced, at the earnest request of his mother, who saw his talents, and jestingly said " he must be Lord Chancellor,” to quit the military profession and prepare himself for the law. In 1778, he was called to the bar, where his success was immediate and remarkable. In a case of libel, in which he advocated the cause of the defendant, Captain Baillie, he displayed so much eloquence and talent that the legal world was astonished, and nearly thirty briefs were put into his hands before he left the court. In 1781, he appeared as counsel for Lord George Gordon, in what was called a case of constructive treason, and by his wonderful skill, and eloquence, and legal learning, procured the acquittal of his client, and thus, for the time, gave the deathblow to the tremendous doctrine of constructive treason.
But there is nothing in the life of this eminent man which reflects so much bonor on his memory as his exertions in defence of the privileges of juries. The rights of those pro tempore judges he strenuously maintained upon all occasions, particularly in the celebrated trial of the Dean of St. Asaph for libel, in 1784, when Justice Buller refused to receive the verdict of "guilty of publishing only," as returned by the jury. In 1789, he again displayed his wonderful powers in the defence of Mr. Stockdale, a bookseller, who was tried by the government for publishing what was charged as a libellous pamphlet in favor of the celebrated Warren Hastings. This is one of the very best, if not the best of all his speeches; and, “whether we regard the wonderful skill with which the argument is conducted, the soundness of the principles laid down, and their happy application to the case, the vividness of fancy with which these are illustrated, and the touching language in which they are conveyed, it is justly to be regarded as a consummate specimen of the art of addressing a jury.” This masterly defence procured an acquittal for Stockdale, though the fact of publication was admitted.
But the most arduous effort of his professional life arose out of the part he
'On this occasion, he showed that the courage which marked his professional life was not aequired after the success which rendered it a safe and a cheap virtue; but, being naturally inherent in the man, was displayed at a moment when attended with great risks, In tho course of his eloquent argument, he was in veighing very strongly azainst a certain "noble Jord," when the judge, Lord Man-field, interrupted him, and remarked that “ the Lord was not before the court." “I know he is not," was the bold reply, “but, for that very reason. I will bring him before the court. I will drag him to light who is the dark mover behind this scene of iniquity."
3 The following is part of the spirited dialogue that ensued when the jury returned their