'Let these sad strains to lighter sounds give place! Bid thy brisk viol warble measures gay! For see! recall'd by thy resistless lay, Once more the Brownie* shews his honest face. Thou play'dst the kindly task in years of yore: Ne'er was thy form beheld among their mountains more.* *The Brownie formed a class of beings, distinct in habit and He was disposition from the freakish and mischievous elves. meagre, shaggy, and wild in his appearance. Thus, Cleland, in his satire against the Highlanders, compares them to 'Faunes, or brownies, if ye will, Or satyres come from Atlas hill.' 'In the day time, he lurked in remote recesses of the old houses which he delighted to haunt; and, in the night, sedulously employed himself in discharging any laborious task which he thought might be acceptable to the family, to whose service he had devoted himself. But, although, like Milton's lubber fiend, he loves to stretch himself by the fire,* he does not drudge from the hope of recom. pense. On the contrary, so delicate is his attachment, that the offer of reward, but particularly of food, infallibly occasions his disappearance for ever. *-how the drudging goblin sweat, To earn the cream bowl, duly set! When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, That ten day-lab'rers could not end; Then lies him down the lubber fiend; And, stretch'd out at the chimney's length, L'Allegro. 'Then wake, (for well thou canst,) that wondrous lay, How starts the nurse, when, for her lovely child, When from their hilly dens, at midnight's hour, And o'er the moonlight heath with swiftness scour, The lost, lamented child; the shepherds bold* The unconscious infant tear from his unhallow'd hold. "When the menials in a Scottish family protracted their vigils around the kitchen fire, Brownie, weary of being excluded from the midnight hearth, sometimes appeared at the door, seemed to watch their departure, and thus admonish them-Gang a' to your beds, sirs, and dinna put out the wee grieshoch (embers.)' It seems no improbable conjecture, that the brownie is a legitimate descendant of the Lar Familiaris of the ancients. * For an account of the Fairy superstition, see the Introduction to the 'Tale of Tamlane,' in that elegant work called Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, vol. ii. p. 174, second edition. LIFE OF E. MOORE. EDWARD MOORE was the grandson of the re verend John Moore, of Devonshire, one of the ejected nonconformists, who died Aug. 23, 1717, leaving two sons in the dissenting ministry. Of these, Thomas, the father of our poet, removed to Abingdon in Berkshire, where he died in 1721, and where Edward was born March 22, 1711-12, and for some time brought up under the care of his uncle. He was afterwards placed at the school of East Orchard in Dorsetshire, where he probably received no higher education than would qualify him for trade. For some years he followed the business of a linen-draper, both in London and in Ireland, but with so little success that he became disgusted with his occupation, and, as he informs us in his preface, "more from necessity than inclination," began to encounter the vicissitudes of a literary life. His first attempts were of the poetical kind, which still preserve his name among the minor poets of his country. In 1744, he published his Fables for the Female Sex, which were so favour |