The Works of William Cowper. William Cowper

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The Ninth Satire of the First Book of Horace 725 Translation of an Epigram from Homer 726

      COWPER'S LATIN POEMS.

Montes Glaciales, in Oceano Germanico natantes 726
On the Ice Islands seen floating in the German Ocean 727
Monumental Inscription to William Northcot 727
Translation 727
In Seditionem Horrendam 727
Translation 727
Motto on a Clock, with Translation by Hayley 728
A Simile Latinised 728
On the Loss of the Royal George 728
In Submersionem Navigii, cui Georgius Regale Nomen inditum 728
In Brevitatem Vitæ Spatii Hominibus concessi 728
On the Shortness of Human Life 729
The Lily and the Rose 729
Idem Latine redditum 729
The Poplar Field 729
Idem Latine redditum 730
Votum 730
Translation of Prior's Chloe and Euphelia 730
Verses to the Memory of Dr. Lloyd 730
The same in Latin 730
Papers, by Cowper, inserted in "The Connoisseur" 731

       LIFE OF COWPER.

       PART THE FIRST.

       Table of Contents

      The family of Cowper appears to have held, for several centuries, a respectable rank among the merchants and gentry of England. We learn from the life of the first Earl Cowper, in the Biographia Britannica, that his ancestors were inhabitants of Sussex, in the reign of Edward the Fourth. The name is found repeatedly among the sheriffs of London; and William Cowper, who resided as a country gentleman in Kent, was created a baronet by King Charles the First, in 1641.[3] But the family rose to higher distinction in the beginning of the last century, by the remarkable circumstance of producing two brothers, who both obtained a seat in the House of Peers by their eminence in the profession of the law. William, the elder, became Lord High Chancellor in 1707. Spencer Cowper, the younger, was appointed Chief Justice of Chester in 1717, and afterwards a Judge in the Court of Common Pleas, being permitted by the particular favour of the king to hold those two offices to the end of his life. He died in Lincoln's Inn, on the 10th of December, 1728, and has the higher claim to our notice as the immediate ancestor of the poet. By his first wife, Judith Pennington (whose exemplary character is still revered by her descendants), Judge Cowper left several children; among them a daughter, Judith, who at the age of eighteen discovered a striking talent for poetry, in the praise of her contemporary poets Pope and Hughes. This lady, the wife of Colonel Madan, transmitted her own poetical and devout spirit to her daughter Frances Maria, who was married to her cousin Major Cowper; the amiable character of Maria will unfold itself in the course of this work, as the friend and correspondent of her more eminent relation, the second grandchild of the Judge, destined to honour the name of Cowper, by displaying, with peculiar purity and fervour, the double enthusiasm of poetry and devotion. The father of the subject of the following pages was John Cowper, the Judge's second son, who took his degrees in divinity, was chaplain to King George the Second, and resided at his Rectory of Great Berkhamstead, in Hertfordshire, the scene of the poet's infancy, which he has thus commemorated in a singularly beautiful and pathetic composition on the portrait of his mother.

      Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more;

       Children not thine have trod my nursery floor:

       And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day,

       Drew me to school along the public way,

       Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt

       In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet-capt,

       'Tis now become a history little known,

       That once we call'd the past'ral house our own.

       Short-liv'd possession! but the record fair

       That memory keeps of all thy kindness there,

       Still outlives many a storm, that has effac'd

       A thousand other themes less deeply traced.

       Thy nightly visits to my chamber made,

       That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid;

       Thy morning bounties ere I left my home,

       The biscuit or confectionary plum;

       The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed

       By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd;

       All this, and, more endearing still than all,

       Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall;

      


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