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In 1749, he was articled to an attorney for three years,-a profession the most unsuitable to Cowper, and consequently, although he served the period, and was afterwards entered of the Temple, yet he never practised the law as a profession. Literature had now engrossed his attention, and renewing his acquaintance with Churchill, Colman, (the elder,) and Bonnel Thornton, he contributed some papers to the Connoisseur for which others got the credit.
As the connections of Cowper were of the first respectability, he was at the age of thirty-four appointed one of the clerks to the House of Lords, but his extreme sensibility prevented his retaining the office; his constitution was weak, and had a tendency towards melancholy, which afterwards, indeed, brought on a species of insanity, and clouded the brilliant genius of Cowper. To dwell on this period of his life is to linger over infirmity and calamity the most heart-rending; nor were the incidents in the-life of Cowper those which require a detailed recital. In 1765, he settled at Huntingdon, in the family of the Rev. Mr. Unwin; and when this gentleman died he continued to reside with his widow, one of the most amiable of her sex, at Olney, in Buckinghamshire, where he became acquainted with the Rev. John Newton, the author of the “ Letters of Omicron.”
It was not until the year 1782, that Cowper gave to the world a volume of his poems, and then it was published anonymously. The success which attended it induced him to succeed, and the result will be seen in the following pages; in addition to which he wrote a translation of " Homer,» in blank verse. The latter years of his life were those of mental derangement, with lucid intervals, marked generally by a resignation to the will of providence, and a fervency of devotion rarely equalled ; at length, on the 25th of April, 1800, death released him of all his sufferings, and he died at Dereham, in Norfolk.
The poetical works of Cowper have been published in every variety of form, yet such is their popularity, that new editions are constantly called for. The one now offered to the public, combines economy with elegance; and is embellished with numerous engravings, from original designs, made expressly for the work. Some interesting notes from Cowper's Correspondence, as well as some additional Poems, are given in an Appendix, which render this edition the most complete that has hitherto appeared.
Tirocinium ; or, a Review of Schools
The Yearly Distress, or Tithing Time
Sonnet addressed to Henry Cowper, Esq.
On Mrs. Montague's Feather-Hangings
Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk
On the Promotion of Edward Thurlow, Esq. to the Chancel-
On observing some_Names of little Note recorded in the
Report of an Adjudged Case, not to be found in any of the
Mob, in June 1780
On the same
The Love of the World reproved
On the Death of Mrs. (afterwards Lady) Throckmorton's
Another, addressed to a young Lady
The Poet's New Year's Gift
Ode to Apollo
Pairing Time Anticipated
The Dog and the Water-lily
The Poet, the Oyster, and the Sensitive Plant
Mutual Forbearance nccessary to the Happiness of the Married
On a Goldfinch, starved to Death in his Cage
A Reflection on the foregoing Ode
Translations.--1. The Glow-worm
The diverting History of John Gilpin
An Epistle to a Protestant Lady in France
To the Rev. W. Cawthorne Unwin
An Epistle to Joseph Hill, Esq.
Catharina, addressed to Miss Stapleton
The Mora'izer corrected, a Tale
On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture out of Norfolk
Stanzas subjoined to the Yearly Bill of Mortality for the
The same for 1789
The same for 1790
The same for 1792
The same for 1793
Inscription for the Tomb of Mr. Hamilton
Epitaph on a Hare
To Sir J. Reynolds
Lines on Tobacco
To the Immortal Memory of the Halibut
Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina chartæ,
Hor, Lib. 1. Epist. 13,
A. You told me, I remember, “Glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt; The deeds, that men admire as half-divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their design.” Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel, that the very lightning spares; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust, And eats into his bloody sword like rust.
B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war: And never meant the rule should be applied To him, that fights with justice on his side.
Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his mem'ry, dear to ev'ry muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it
the line that Justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. 'Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes His portion in the good that Heav'n bestows.
And when recording History displays
But let eternal infamy pursue
4. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man; Kings do but reason on the self-same plan: Maintaining yours, you cannot theirs condemn, Who think, or seem to think, man made for them.
B. Seldom, alas ! the pow'r of logic reigns