nearly four years occupied the attention of the public, could not take place without exciting considerable sensation. He was sincerely lamented by his friends and acquaintance; and his popularity, with a great party, gave to his death the appearance of a national loss. Such was at first the enthusiasm in favour of his memory, that a suggestion was entertained by several eminent artists of raising a subscription among themselves for defraying the expense of erecting a monument to him in Westminster Abbey ; but the notion soon subsided, and will scarcely be revived.* Dr. Beattie, in 1765, printed some lines on this subject, in which he attacked the memory of our author in a manner unworthy of the head and heart which dictated the Minstrel; the good sense of Sir W. Forbes induced him to expunge this poem from his edition of Beattie's works. It has however been reprinted in most of the subsequent editions, and we give some extracts from the poem as well as from his preliminary observations, to show how far a highly cultivated mind may be warped, under political and national excitement, to a degree of coarse abuse unredeemed by a single particle of wit, or talent. "When I saw the extravagant honours that were paid to his memory, and heard that a monument in Westminster Abbey was intended for one whom even his admirers acknowledge to have been an incendiary and a debauchee, I could not help wishing that my countrymen would reflect a little on what they were doing before they consecrated, by what posterity would think the public voice, a character which no friend to virtue or true taste could approve." Bufo, begone! with thee may faction's fire, What half made moon-calf can mistake for good, With not one thought that breathes the feeling heart, Alike debauch'd in body, soul, and lays; For pension'd censure and for pension'd praise, It was not until many years after his death, that Dryden obtained a memorial among his bro For ribaldry, for libels, lewdness, lies, Shall his disgraceful name with theirs be join'd, To whelm in rage and woe a guiltless land. But when a ruffian whose portentous crimes, The following couplet more good-humouredly expressed the whole sense and substance of Beattie's tirade. EPITAPH ON THE SUGGESTION OF A MONUMENT TO "Tho' you finish the work with most masterly skill, By way of antidote, were any needed, to Dr. Beattie's intemperate lines, we extract from Lord Byron's Poems a pathetic tribute to the genius and memory of Churchill, with a mournful recognition prompted by his own melancholy ex perience of "the glory and the nothing of a name.' CHURCHILL'S GRAVE. [A fact literally rendered.] I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The humblest of all sepulchres, and gazed ther poets. Perhaps another Sheffield may arise to place Churchill, his legitimate offspring, by the side of that great poet. In the year 1765, the celebrated Abbé Winckelman having presented Wilkes with an antique sepulchral urn of alabaster, the latter caused the On that neglected turf and quiet stone, With name no clearer than the names unknown, I know not what of honour and of light Whose minglings might confuse a Newton's thought, Of which we are but dreamers, as he caught As 'twere the twilight of a former sun, Was a most famous writer in his day, And therefore travellers step from out their way Your honour pleases"-then most pleased I shook From out my pocket's avaricious nook Some certain coins of silver, which as 'twere I see ye, ye profane ones all the while, Because my homely phrase the truth would tell. In which there was obscurity and fame, following inscription, closely imitative of the terse style of the ancients, to be engraven on it : Carolo Churchill, Amico Jucundo Poetæ acri Civi optime de patria merito P Johannes Wilkes. MDCCLXV. The same inscription is on a Doric pillar, erected to his memory by Mr. Wilkes, in the grove of Sandham cottage, in the Isle of Wight. It is in the middle of the grove; behind it are weeping willows, cypresses, and yews. Laurels seem to grow out of the column, as from Virgil's tomb at Naples, and nearly descend to the tablet on the pillar, which is fluted, and appears in some parts already injured by time. On the foreground are large myrtles, bays, laburnums, &c. The shaft is broken, and is about nine feet in height, and five in diameter.* Churchill left two sons, Charles and John, the charge of whose education was generously undertaken by Sir Richard Jebb, who sent the former to the university of Cambridge with a handsome allowance. They neither of them proved worthy of this support, inheriting the faults, without the good qualities or genius of their father, and died, like him, victims to their disregard of temperance and prudence.† * So described by Dr. Anderson in 1794. † It does not appear that Charles ever married, or if he did, no issue survived. John made an imprudent marriage, and went to France, where he died, leaving a widow and an only child, a daughter, born in 1793; they came to England in about 1813, and interested Mr. Mudford and Mr. Pratt Of the numerous publications relating to Churchill and his works which appeared during his life, and soon after his death, notice has been taken in the remarks upon his poems; and we shall not trespass on the patience of our readers, by any farther mention of them. They have, like many other things, become valuable, only because they are scarce, and became scarce, only because they were of no value; their titles, names, and merits, are preserved in the reviews of the day, while to undertake a subscription on their behalf, and at whose instance the following statement of their case was circulated: "THE GRAND-DAUGHTER OF CHARLES CHURCHILL. If the assertion of Johnson be true, that " the chief glory of every people arises from its authors," may it not be hoped that an enlightened nation will identify its own greatness with the prosperity of its literary men and their posterity? When the grand-daughter of Milton was discovered in poverty, a generous emulation appeared, who should be foremost 'to honor the memory of the great Epic Poet, by befriending his aged and indigent descendant. This was worthy of a people proud of their literary greatness. A similar occasion now calls for similar benevolence, the grand-daughter of Charles Churchill, of a writer not excelled by any for vigour of imagination, and for a manly independence of character, is at this moment languishing in poverty, sinking under accumulated embarrassments, with the added pain of beholding a mother the sharer of her afflictions. The benevolence of the public would not only relieve them from the threatened terrors of a prison, but enable the daughter to avail herself of peculiar advantages she possesses to support herself and mother. Born in France, the victim and survivor of all the horrors that marked the progress of the French Revolution, she has now, in her twentieth year, visited the soil of her ancestors, hoping to subsist by her industry in the country that has been adorned by the writings of her progenitor." It appears that both mother and daughter behaved with much ingratitude to the gentlemen who had so liberally espoused their cause, the subscription which had been headed by the late Earl Spencer languished accordingly. In 1820, the daughter, Mary Churchill, was French Governess in a school at Elstree, Herts, and in 1825, was a patient in St. George's Hospital, from whence we have not traced her. |