VOL. II.

NEW YORK:
HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS,
82 CLIFF STREET.
1847.


CONTENTS OF VOL. II.

POETS.ILLUSTRATIONS.PAGE
CRABBEBelvoir Castle[5]
HOGG [34]
COLERIDGEColeridge Enlisting[81]
MRS. HEMANSResidence at Rhyllon[122]
L. E. L.Cape Coast Castle[145]
SCOTTAbbotsford[167]
Tomb, Dryburgh Abbey[536]
CAMPBELLGateway of Glasgow College[231]
SOUTHEYResidence at Keswick[255]
Birthplace at Bristol[284]
BAILLIE [285]
WORDSWORTHGrasmere[295]
MONTGOMERYFulneck Moravian Settlement[334]
LANDORResidence near Fiesole[369]
LEIGH HUNTBirthplace at Southgate[396]
ROGERSHouse in St. James's Place[420]
MOORECottage at Sloperton[445]
ELLIOTTThe "Ranter" Preaching[462]
WILSON [501]
PROCTER [508]
TENNYSONBirthplace at Somersby[513]
Antique Cross[532]
Concluding Remarks[533]

Belvoir Castle

GEORGE CRABBE.

When a youth, with a voracious appetite for books, an old lady, who kindly supplied me with many, put one day into my hands Crabbe's Borough. It was my first acquaintance with him, and it occasioned me the most singular sensations imaginable. Intensely fond of poetry, I had read the great bulk of our older writers, and was enthusiastic in my admiration of the new ones who had appeared. The Pleasures of Hope, of Campbell, the West Indies and World before the Flood, of Montgomery, the first Metrical Romances of Scott, all had their due appreciation. The calm dignity of Wordsworth and the blaze of Byron had not yet fully appeared. Every thing, however, old or new, in poetry, had a certain elevation of subject and style which seemed absolutely necessary to give it the title of poetry. But here was a poem by a country parson; the description of a sea-port town, so full of real life, yet so homely and often prosaic, that its effect on me was confounding. Why, it is not poetry, and yet how clever! Why, there is certainly a resemblance to the style of Pope, yet what subjects, what characters, what ordinary phraseology! The country parson, certainly, is a great reader of Pope, but how unlike Pope's is the music of the rhythm—if music there be! What an opening for a poem in four-and-twenty Books!