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forward with a second volume of verse, 'City Poems, similar in style to his first collection. In 1861 appeared Edwin of Deiri.' Nearly all Mr. Smith's poetry bears the impress of youth-excessive imagery and ornament, a want of art and regularity. In one of Miss Mitford's letters we read: Mr. Kingsley says that Alfred Tennyson says that Alexander Smith's poems shew fancy, but not imagination; and on my repeating this to Mrs. Browning, she said it was exactly her impression. The young poet had, however, a vein of fervid poetic feeling, attesting the genuineness of his inspiration, and a fertile fancy that could form brilliant pictures. With diligent study, simplicity, distinctness, and vigour might have been added, had the poet not been cut down in the very flower of his youth and genius. His prose works, Dreamthorp,' 'A Book of Essays,' 'A Summer in Skye,' and · Alfred Hagart's Household,' are admirably written. A Memoir of Smith, with some literary remains, was published in 1868, edited by P. P. Alexander.
Unrest and Childhood.
And this wretched orb
(A child runs past.)
Nearer I seem to God when looking on theo.
What wilt thou be hereafter ? GERALD Massey, born at Tring, in Hertfordshire, in the year 1828, has fought his way to distinction in the face of severe difficulties. Up to his seventeenth or eighteenth year he was either a factory or an errand boy. He then tried periodical writing,
and after some obscure efforts, produced in 1854 the 'Ballad of Babe Christabel, and other Poems.' a volume that passed through several editions; in 1855, • War Waits;' in 1856, Craigcrook Castle, and other Poems.' Mr. Massey is author also of 'Havelock's March,' 1861; Tale of Eter. nity,' 1869; and of various other pieces in prose and verse. By these publications, and with occasional labours as a journalist and lecturer, he has honourably established himself in the literary profession. His poetry possesses both fire and tenderness, with a delicate lyrical fancy, but is often crude and irregular in style. It is remarkable that the diligence and perseverance which enabled the young poet to surmount his early troubles, should not have been employed to correct and harmonize his verse. Of all the self-taught English poets, Bloomfield seems to have been the most intent on studying good models and attaining to correct and lucid composition. A prose work, ‘Shakspeare and his Sonnet,' by Mr. Massey, is ingenious and well written.
Conclusion of Babe Christabel.
We rarely know, till wildered eyes
See white wings lessening up the skies,
Shall light thy dark up like a star,
A beacon kindling from afar
And glitters through the thickest glooms,
Till the eternal morning comes
We've strewn the way our Lord doth come;
And, ready for the harvest-home,
Awhile she sat with folded wings
Sang round us a few hoverings-
With beaven's white radiance robed and crowned,
And all love's purple glory round,
She walked betwixt us twain, like love;
While, in a robe of light above,
Then, lest her starry garments trail
In mire, heart bleed, and courage fail,
To the great ocean ; on u Lose shore
We wauder np and down, 10 store
For precious peal.mind relics rare,
Sirewn on the sands for us to wear
In Gilesid! Love coin ever shed
Rich bealing where it nestles-spread
And through the open door of death
We see the heaven that beckoneth
The best fruit loads the broken bough;
And in the wounds our sufferings plough,
DAVID GRAY. In 1862 appeared a small volume, The Luggie, and other Poems,' by David GREY (1838-1861), with a memoir of the author by James Hedderwick, and a prefatory notice by R. M. Milnes, afterwards Lord Houghton. Gray was born on the banks of the Luggie,* and reared in the house of his father, a bandloom weaver at Merkland, near Kirkintillock. David was one of a large family, but he was intended for the church, and sent to Glasgow, where he supported himself by teaching, and attended classes in the university for four seasons. The youth, however, was eager for literary fame; he bad written thousands of verses, and published from time to time pieces in the 'Glasgow Citizen,' a journal in which Alexander Smith had also made his first appearance in all the glory of print. In his twenty-second year Gray started off for London, as ambitious and self-confident, and as friendless as Chatterton when he left Bristol on a similar desperate mission. Friends, however, came forward. Gray
• The luggie flows past Merkland. at the foot of a precipitoys bank. and shortly after: wards loves itself among :he shadows of Oxgang, with its fipe old mansion house and rookery. and debouches into the Kelvin one of the tributaries of the Clyde. celebrated in Scottish sons. It is a mere unpretending rivulet – HEDDERWICK'S Heinoir a Gray.
had corresponded with Sidney Dobell and Mr.: Vonektan Milness and he became acquainted with Jir. Lawrence Oliphant, and with two accomplished ladies_Miss Coates, Hampstead, and Miss Mario:1 James, an authoress of considerable reputation. Assistance in mones and counsel was freely given, but consumption set in, and the poor poet, having longed to return to his native place, was carefully sent back to Merkland. There he wrought hopefully at his poems, ani! when winter came, it was arranged that he should remove to the south of England.
Mr. Milnes, the kind ladies at Hampstead, and some Scottish friends (Mrs. Nichol, widow of Professor Nichol, Mr. William Logan, and others), supplied the requisite funds, and Gray was placed in a hydropathic establishment at Richmond. Thence he was removed, through the kindness of Mr. Milnes, to Devonshire; but the desire for home again returned, and in the middle of January 1861, the invalid presented himself abruptly at Merkland. Day after day,' says Mr. Hedderwick—'week after week-month after month-life was now ebbing away from him for ever.' But even under the strong and touching consciousness of an early doom-with the dart of death, like the sword of Damocles, continually suspended over him and visible-Gray continued to weave, in glory, if not in joy, his poetic fancies.' His ardent wish was to see his poems in print, and they were sent to the press. One page was immediately put in type, and the dying poet had the inexpressible gratification of seeing and read. ing it on the day preceding his death. This was part of a description of a winter scene on the banks of the Luggie:
Å Winter Scene,
The children in bewildering delight. The young poet received this specimen page as ·good news,' and said he could now subeide tranquilly without tears into his etern rest. A monument was erected to his memory at Kirkintilloch in 1865, Mr. Henry Glassford Bell, the sheriff of Glasgow, delivering an
jäterosting speech on the occasion. The monument bears the following inscription, from tliepen of Lord Houghton: This monument of affection, admiration, and regret, is erected to David GRAY, the poet of Merkland, by friends from far and near, desirous that his grave should be remembered amid the scenes of his rare genius and early death, and by the Luggie, now numbered with the streams illustrious in Scottish song. Born 29th January 1838; died 3d December 1861.' Three of the most active of the literary friends of David Gray-namely, Lord Houghton, Mr. Hedderwick (the accom. plished and affectionate biographer of the poet), and Sheriff Bell (whose latest literary task was editing a new edition of Gray's Poems) -have borne testimony to the rich though immature genius of this young poet, and to the pure and noble thoughts which fired his ambition, and guided his course through the short period of his life. Besides his principal poem, · The Luggie,' Gray wrote a series of Sonnets entitled “In the Shadow,' which are no less touching than beautiful in composition, and greatly superior to the poetry of Michael Bruce, written under similarly affecting circumstances.
An Autumnal Day.
If it must be that I Die young,