It seem'd to speak its master's turn of mind, Hither the walkers turn with weary feet, 'Without a vain, without a grudging heart, How look'd our hermit when the fact was done? When the strange partner seem'd no longer man: Though loud at first the pilgrim's passion grew, 'Thy prayer, thy praise, thy life to vice unknown, 'What strange events can strike with more surprise, Than those which lately struck thy wondering eyes? Yet taught by these, confess th' Almighty just, And where you can't unriddle, learn to trust! 'The great vain man, who far'd on costly food, Whose life was too luxurious to be good; Who made his ivory stands with goblets shine, And forc'd his guests to morning draughts of wine, Has, with the cup, the graceless custom lost, 'The mean, suspicious wretch, whose bolted door 'Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, But now the child half-wean'd his heart from God; Child of his age, for him he liv'd in pain, And measur'd back his steps to earth again. To what excesses had this dotage run! But God, to save the father, took the son. To all but thee, in fits he seem'd to go, And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow. The poor fond parent, humbled in the dust, Now owns in tears the punishment was just. 'But how had all his fortune felt a wrack, Had that false servant sped in safety back! This night his treasur'd heaps he meant to steal, And what a fund of charity would fail! 'Thus Heaven instructs thy mind: this trial o'er, Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more.' On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew, The sage stood wondering as the seraph flew. Thus look'd Elisha, when, to mount on high, His master took the chariot of the sky; The fiery pomp ascending left the view; The prophet gaz'd, and wish'd to follow too. The bending hermit here a prayer begun, 'Lord! as in heaven, on earth thy will be done!' Then gladly turning, sought his ancient place, And pass'd a life of piety and peace. JOHN GAY. [JOHN GAY was born near Barnstaple in 1688. Fairly educated, he began life in London as a silk-mercer; but soon relinquished that occupation for literature. His first poem was Rural Sports, a Georgic ' inscribed to Mr. Pope,' 1713. In the following year he produced The Shepherd's Week, a set of six pastorals. His principal remaining works are the farce of The What-d'ye Call-it, 1715; the mock-heroic poem of Trivia, or the Art of Walking the Streets of London, 1716; Fables, 1726-38; and the famous Beggar's Opera, 1728. His Poems on Several Occasions, including the pastoral tragedy of Dione, were published in 1720. He was also concerned in, and bore the blame of, the unlucky comedy of Three Hours after Marriage, to which Pope and Arbuthnot had largely contributed. He died in London in December, 1732.] Gay appears to have been one of those easy-tempered, indolent, irresponsible good-creatures, whose lot in this world would probably be either pitiful or tragic, if a beneficent Fate did not provide them with charitable friends who watch over them with almost parental solicitude. Pope, Swift, Arbuthnot, Bolingbroke, seem to have cherished a genuine affection for him; and in later life the Duke and Duchess of Queensbury received him into their house, and took care both of the helpless poet and his money. His first poem, Rural Sports, though it contains some happy descriptive passages, is of the 'toujours bien, jamais mieux' order of performance. Its dedication, however, procured him the acquaintance of Pope. The Shepherd's Week, his next effort, was in fact suggested by Pope, who, fresh from his covert attack in the Guardian (Monday, April 27, 1713) on the sham pastoral of Ambrose Philips, foresaw what powerful assistance Gay's observant humour and knowledge of the country would furnish to his cause. The rustic life was to be depicted with the gilt off, and the right simple Eclogue' essayed 'after the true ancient guise VOL. III. L of Theocritus.' 'Thou wilt not find my Shepherdesses,' says the author's proem, ‘idly piping upon oaten Reeds, but milking the Kine, tying up the Sheaves, or, if the Hogs are astray, driving them to their Styes. My Shepherd gathereth none other Nosegays but what are the growth of our own Fields; he sleepeth not under Myrtle shades, but under a Hedge; nor doth he vigilantly defend his Flocks from Wolves, because there are none.' Like Fielding's novel of Joseph Andrews, the execution of The Shepherd's Week was far superior to its avowed object of mere ridicule. In spite of their barbarous Bumkinets' and 'Grubbinols,' Gay's eclogues abound with interesting folk-lore and closely-studied rural pictures. We see the country-girl burning hazel-nuts to find her sweet-heart, or presenting the faithless Colin with a knife with a 'posy' on it, or playing 'Hot Cockles,' or listening to Gillian of Croydon and Patient Grissel. There are also sly strokes of kindly satire, as when the shepherds are represented fencing the grave of Blouzelinda against the prospective inroads of the parson's horse and cow, which have the right of grazing in the churchyard; or when that dignitary, in consideration of the liberal sermon-fee, 'Spoke the Hour-glass in her praise-quite out.' These little touches (and there are a hundred more) make`us sure that we are reading no mere caricature; but that the country-life of that age of Queen Anne, which her poet loyally declares to be the only 'Golden Age,' is truly and faithfully brought before us. The Shepherd's Week was followed by Trivia, for which, the preface tells us, the author received several hints from Swift, with whose City Shower it has affinities. It is a lively and humourous description of the London streets circa 1716, and has an antiquarian as well as a poetical value. The farce of The What d'ye Call It contains the musical ballad "Twas when the seas were roaring,' which we quote. Gay's only other important work (for the Beggar's Opera does not come within our limits) is the Fables, which in 1726 he prepared for the edification of the young Duke of Cumberland. As a fabulist he is easy and colloquial; and his work is distinguished by good-humour and goodsense; but he fails to reach the happy negligence and the supreme art of La Fontaine. The Hare and many Friends is a fair sample of his manner; and it is of additional interest as being in some measure a personal utterance, though the records of his life show that, in spite of his disappointments of court favour, he seldom |