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AN INQUIRY INTO THE PRESENT
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. STATE OF POLITE LEARNING.
Prologue. Written and spoken by the Poet Chap.
Laberius, a Roman Knight whom Cæsar Introduction
P. 419 1. The Causes which contribute to the
forced upon the Stage.-Preserved by Ma
· P. 679 11. A View of the Obscure Ages p. 423 A New Simile. In the manner of Swift 111. Of the present State of Polite Learning Description of an Author's Bedchamber in Italy
P. 424 Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog. iv. Of Polite Learning in Germany · P. 426 Stanzas on Woman V. of Polite Learning in Holland and The Gift. To Iris, in Bow-street, Covent-garden.
some other Countries of Europe . p. 427 Imitated from the French vi. Of Polite Learning in France. p. 429 Epitaph. On Thomas Parnell VII. Or Learning in Great Britain .
P. 432 Epilogue to “The Sister." Spoken by Mrs. vii. Of rewarding Genius in England. p. 433 Bulkley ix. Of the Narks of Literary Decay in
p. 683 Intended Epilogue to "She Stoops to ConFrance and England .
P. 437 quer" x. Of the Stage P. 440 Another intended Epilogue to She Stoops to
P. 684 xi. On Universities
Conquer.” To be spoken by Mrs. Bulk. XII. The Conclusion p. 444 ley
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The Clown's Reply THE LIFE OF LORD BOLINGBROKE.
P. 687 P. 447 Epitaph on Edward Purdon THE LIFE OF DR. PARNELL,
p. 687 P. 473 An Elegy on that Glory of her Sex, Mrs. Mary MEMOIRS OF M. DE VOLTAIRE,
P. 487 Blaize THE LIFE OF RICHARD NASH, Esq.
P: 687 p. 513 Song : intended to have been sung by Miss Hard
castle in the Comedy of “She Stoops to ConPOEMS. quer"
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Prologue to i Zobeide," a Tragedy. Spoken by THE TRAVELLER; or, a Prospect of Society p. 571 Mr. Quick in the character of a Sailor. p. 688 THE DESERTED VILLAGE
P. 580 Epilogue. Spoken by Mr. Lee Lewes, in the THE HERMIT: a Ballad
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character of Harlequin, at his Benefit THE HAUNCH OF VENISON.
p. 689 A Poetical Epistle The Logicians refuted.
In imitation of Dean to Lord Clare
P. 592 Swift RETALIATION: a Poem
P. 690 : P. 594 Stanzas on the Taking of Quebec, and Death of THE CAPTIVITY. An Oratorio
. p. 599 General Wolfe
Epigram on a beautiful Youth struck blind by
P. 691 The Good-NATURED MAN; a Comedy p. 609 Verses in reply to an Invitation to Dinner at SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER; or, the Mistakes of Dr. Baker's.
P. 691 a Night. A Comedy. p. 643 | Threnodia Augustalis
INDEX OF FIRST LINES TO SMALLER POEMS.
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What ! no way left to shun th' inglorious O Memory, thou fond deceiver
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: p. 679 John Trot was desired by two witty peers p. (87 Seclude from domestic strife
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Ned Purdon, from misery Long had I sought in vain to find
· P. 687 Where the Red Lion, faring o'er the way p. 681 Good people all, with one accord
· p. 687 Good people all, of every sort
Ah me! when shall I marry me? When lovely Woman stoops to folly
P. 627 . p. 682 in these bold times, when Learning's sons Say, cruel Iris,
explore This tomb, inscribed to gentle Parnell's Hold, Prompter, hold! a word before your non
p. 689 What? five long acts-and all to make us Logicians have but ill defined
p. 690 wiser !
p. 683 Amidst the clamour of exulting joys p. 600 Mrs. Bul. Hold, Ma'am, your pardon. What's Sure 'twas by Providence designed .
· P. CI your business here? p. 684 Weeping, murmuring, complaining .
· P. 691 There is a place, so Ariosto sings p. 686 Your mandate I got . The wretch condemned with life to part p. 686 Arise, ye sons of worth, arise.
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MEMOIR OF GOLDSMITH.
The Life of Oliver Goldsmith by Mr. (now Sir James) Prior, published in 1837, in two volumes 8vo, was the first really careful biography of a writer who had already for seventy years been among the most popular and fascinating of our English classics. To the results of Mr. Prior's researches it can hardly be said that there has been any material addition, Mr. John Forster's well known Life and Adventures of Oliver Goldsmith, published in 1848, superseded, however, for most purposes, the work of Mr. Prior, and, from its greater vivacity and its abundant deliciousness of literary anecdote, will probably remain the standard biography of Goldsmith to all time coming. Washington Irving's Oliver Goldsmith: A Biography, published in 1849, was avowedly a compilation from Prior and Forster, but has an independent interest, as the work of one who delighted, all his life, in acknowledging Goldsmith as his literary master, and has been named, in consequence, “ The American Goldsmith.” Of smaller Memoirs of Goldsmith the number is past counting. Perhaps, therefore, no better reason can be given for here adding one more than that it will be convenient for possessors of this edition of Goldsmith's Works to have some account of the Author bound up with it.
Oliver Goldsmith was born, on the roth of November, 1728, at the obscure, and then almost inaccessible, village of Pallas, or Pallasmore, in the county of Longford, in the very midmost solitude of Ireland. His father, the Rev. Charles Goldsmith, was the poor Protestant clergyman of that Irish parish. He was one of a family of Goldsmiths, noted for worth and goodness of heart rather than worldly prudence, who were originally from the South of England, and in whom, since their first coming to Ireland, the clerical profession, in its Protestant form, had been almost hereditary. Goldsmith's mother, Ann Jones, was also of a clerical and Pro stant family that had been naturalized in Ireland. She was one of the daughters of the Rev. Oliver Jones, master of the diocesan school of Elphin in Roscommon. From this maternal grandfather young Oliver derived his Christian
He used afterwards to maintain, however, that it had come into the line of his maternal ancestry through some connexion with Oliver Cromwell.
Four children, three of them daughters, and one a son, named Henry, had been born to the clergyman of Pallasmore and his wife before the appearance of the
“Oliver” that was to make them famous ; and the family was ultimately completed by the birth of three sons younger than Oliver, named Maurice, Charles, and John. The eldest of this family of eight (a daughter), and this last-named John, died in childhood. Effectively, therefore, Oliver grew up as one of a family of six, three of whom were older, and two younger, than himself.
A native of the rural heart of Ireland, Goldsmith, till his seventeenth year, receivel his entire education, whether of scenery and circumstance, or of more forma schooling, within the limits of that little-visited region. Not, however, without some changes of spot and society within those limits. In 1730, while he was yet but an infant, his father, after having been about twelve years minister of Pallas, removed to the better living of Kilkenny West, a parish some miles south of Pallas, and situated not in the county of Longford, but in the adjacent county of West Meath. Thenceforward, accordingly, the head-quarters of the family were no longer at Pallas, but at Lissoy, a quaint Irish village within the bounds of the new parish. Here, in a pretty and rather commodious parsonage-house, on the verge of the village, and on the road between Athlone and Ballymahon, the good clergyman se! himself to bring up his children on his paltry clerical income, eked out by the farming of some seventy acres of land. He was himself a mild eccentric of the Dr. Primrose type, kindly to all about him, and of pious, confused ways. But the immortal oddity of Lissoy, and the incarnation of all that had been peculiar for some generations in the race of the Goldsmiths, was the parson's young son, Oliver. 1 In book-learning, for one thing, he was, from the first, a little blockhead. “Never was so dull a boy" was the report of a kinswoman, who, having lived in the Lissoy household, had been the first to try to teach him his letters, and who afterwards. under her married name of Elizabeth Delap, kept a small school at Lissoy, and survived to be proud of her pupil, and to talk of him in her extreme old age, after he was dead. Hardly different seems to have been the report of the Lissoy schoolmaster, Thomas Byrne, more familiarly known as “Paddy Byrne,”—a veteran who had returned to his original vocation of teaching after having served in the wars under Marlborough and risen to the rank of quartermaster to a regiment in Spain. And yet of this “Paddy Byrne" Goldsmith seems to have retained to the last an affectionate recollection:
A man severe he was, and stern to view;
Better than all, he had a stock of tales, not only of his own campaigning adventures, but also from old Irish ballads, chap-books, and fairy lore, and a knack of versifying, which he was fond of exercising in the form of extempore Irish translations from Virgil. From this “Paddy Byrne,” in short, if from any one, Goldsmith caught his first notions of literary invention and rhyming. But the poor little fellow was always unfortunate. Hardly had he become aware of the wealth that was in Paddy Byrne, and hardly had Paddy Byrne had time to discern the spark of genius that lay somewhere in his awkward little pupil, when the two were separated. The boy was not more than nine years of age when an attack of confluent small-pox stopped his attendance at Lissoy school ; and, when he recovered, it was with his naturally plain face disfigured into such a grotesque of ugliness that it was difficult to look at him without laughing. Whether to get him out of sight for a time, or because better instruction than Paddy Byrne's was now thought necessary for him, he was sent away from Lissoy to Elphin, a distance of about thirty miles. The purpose was that he should attend the school at Elphin which had formerly been taught by his grandfather, the Rev. Oliver Jones, but was now under the care of a Rev. Mr. Griffin. For about two years, accordingly, he did attend this school, boarding all the while with his uncle, Mr. John Goldsmith of Ballyoughter, who lived near Elphin. But in 1739, when he was eleven years old, he was brought back to a school of some reputation nearer home-one which had been set up in Athlone, about five miles from Lissoy, by a Rev. Mr. Campbell. Two years here, and four years more at the school of a Rev. Patrick Hughes at Edgeworthstown, county Longford, some seventeen miles from Lissoy, completed his school education and brought him to his seventeenth year.
The accounts of young Goldsmith during this time when he was tossed about from school to school in his native part of Ireland, generally coming home to Lissoy and its neighbourhood for the holidays, correspond singularly with what he was all through life. At every school we hear of him as a shy, thick, awkward boy, the constant butt of his companions because of his comically ugly face, and thought by most of them to be “little better than a fool.” And yet everywhere there seems to have been a liking for him as an innocent simple-hearted fellow, who, though sensitive to the jokes made at his expense, and liable to fits of the sulks on account of them, would be all right again on the least beckoning of kindliness, and capital company in the playground at fives or ball with those who had been his tormentors. Of his success in school-work we hear little. We are to suppose him gradually getting on in Latin and other things in preparation for the University; and something is said as to his fondness for Ovid and Horace, his peculiar delight in Livy, his liking for Tacitus after a while, and his little care for Cicero. There are hints also to the effect that he excelled in the style of his translations, and that he had more credit for talent with the masters than among the boys. On the whole, Johnson's often-quoted saying about Goldsmith, “He was a plant that Powered late : there was nothing remarkable about him when young," seems true only in a very obvious and rough sense. The “flower" of Goldsmith was the exquisite variety of English writing which eventually he gave to the world; and, till this came, there was nothing “remarkable” about him to those who could not discern that it might come, unless they chose, with his schoolfellow's, to think his very queerness and confused-headedness remarkable. What Goldsmith was as a man, we repeat, he was as a boy. The amount of difference produced in his case by growth and experience was even less than is usual. What was the opinion of him among his schoolfellows at Elphin, Athlone, and Edgeworthstown, but an | anticipation, even to identity in the mode of its expression, of that opinion which Johnson, Burke, Garrick, and others avowed they would have been obliged to form of Goldy in all his glory, if they had judged of him personally and apart from his writings? “He is little better than a fool,” they all said ; and yet they liked him. Nor were there wanting, in his boyhood, any more than in his manhood, those occasional glcams and flashes which challenged the current verdict, drew sudden attention to the absurd creature with the scarred face, and made people wonder whether, if he were a fool, he might not be a fool extraordinary, an inspired fool, one of Shakespeare's fools. Without insisting on the fact that the earliest letters of Goldsmith extant (not written till several years after our present date) have all the easy humour and grace of style of his later writings, we might revert to the tradition of the superior finish of his boyish exercises in translation. But there is more than this. All through his school-days, it is known, young Goldsmith remembered the trick of rhyming which he had learnt from Paddy Byrne, and no: only read such English poetry as came in his way, but wrote verses of his own, which made his mother and others think that something after all might be made of “Noll.” None of these verses, of any value for comparison with what he wrote afterwards, have been preserved. But there is an extempore metrical repartee of his, i attributed to the time when he was at Elphin, and not more than eleven years of age, which shows that there was wit in the 'ittle fellow even thus early. At his uncle's house, it seems, as Oliver was dancing a hornpipe to the violin-playing of a certain Mr. Cumming, his droll face and figure so struck the player that he burst into laughter and pointed to the dancer as a fac-simile of “ugly Æsop.” Æsop at once retorted by calling out this couplet:-
Our herald hath proclaimed this saying:
“See Æsop dancing, and his monkey playing." Now that he was come to the age of seventeen, what was to be done with this lumpish, ill-favoured lad, whom everybody laughed at as a fool, and who yet was evidently no fool? The understanding had been that he was to go to the University of Dublin, where his elder brother, Henry, had already concluded his course with credit. But there were difficulties in the way. The family circumstances, never very good, had been recently much straitened by a particular cause. Goldsmith's eldest sister, Catherine, having been privately married to a Mr. Daniel Hodson, to whom Henry Goldsmith was then acting as tutor, and who was the son of a gentleman of good property, her father thought himself bound to prove that her family had not meanly brought about the match for their own interests. Accord