About the year 1718 he wrote a poem called the Northern-Star, upon the actions of the Czar Peter the Great; and several years after he was complimented with a gold medal from the empress Catherine (according to the Czar"s desire before his death) and was to have wrote his life, from papers which were to be sent him of the Czar"s: But the death of the Czarina, quickly after, prevented it.-In an advertis.e.m.e.nt to the reader, in the fifth edition of that poem, published in 1739, the author says of it.
"Though the design was profess"d panegyric, I may with modesty venture to say it was not a very politic, perhaps, but an honest example of praise without flattery.-In the verse, I am afraid there was much to be blamed, as too low; but, I am sure there was none of that fault in the purpose: The poem having never been hinted, either before or after the publication, to any person (native or foreigner) who could be supposed to have interest in, or concern for, its subject.
"In effect, it had for six years or more been forgot by myself-and my country,-when upon the death of the prince it referred to, I was surprized by the condescension of a compliment from the empress his relict, and immediate successor; and thereby first became sensible that the poem had, by means of some foreign translation, reach"d the eye and regard of that emphatically great monarch, in justice to whom it was written."
Soon after he finished six books more of Gideon; which made eight, of the twelve he purpos"d writing; but did not live to finish it.
In 1723 he brought his Tragedy called King Henry the Vth, upon the stage in Drury-Lane; which is (as he declares in the preface) a new fabric, yet built on Shakespear"s foundation.
In 1724, for the advantage of an unhappy gentleman (an old officer in the army) he wrote a paper in the manner of the Spectators, in conjunction with Mr. William Bond, &c. int.i.tled the Plain Dealer; which were some time after published in two volumes octavo. And many of his former writings were appropriated to such humane uses; both those to which he has prefixed his name, and several others which he wrote and gave away intirely. But, though the many imagined authors are not living, their names, and those performances will be omitted here; yet, in mere justice to the character of Mr. Hill, we mention this particular.
In 1728, he made a journey into the North of Scotland, where he had been about two years before, having contracted with the York-Buildings Company, concerning many woods of great extent in that kingdom, for timber for the uses of the navy; and many and various were the a.s.sertions upon this occasion: Some thought, and thence reported, that there was not a stick in Scotland could be capable of answering that purpose; but he demonstrated the contrary: For, though there was not a great number large enough for masts to ships of the greatest burthen; yet there were millions, fit for all smaller vessels; and planks and banks, proper for every sort of building.-One ship was built entirely of it; and a report was made, that never any better timber was brought from any part of the world: But he found many difficulties in this undertaking; yet had sagacity to overcome them all (as far as his own management extended) for when the trees were by his order chain"d together into floats, the ignorant Highlanders refus"d to venture themselves on them down the river Spey; till he first went himself, to make them sensible there was no danger.-In which pa.s.sage however, he found a great obstacle in the rocks, by which that river seemed impa.s.sible; but on these he ordered fires to be made, when by the lowness of the river they were most expos"d; and then had quant.i.ties of water thrown upon them: Which method being repeated with the help of proper tools, they were broke in pieces and thrown down, which made the pa.s.sage easy for the floats.
This affair was carried on to a very good account, till those concern"d thought proper to call off the men and horses from the woods of Abernethy, in order to employ them in their lead mines in the same country; from which they hoped to make greater advantage.
The magistrates of Inverness paid him the compliment of making him a present of the freedom of that place (at an elegant entertainment made by them on that occasion) a favour likewise offered him at Aberdeen, &c.
After a stay of several months in the Highlands, during which time he visited the duke and d.u.c.h.ess of Gordon, who distinguished him with great civilities, he went to York, and other places in that country; where his wife then was, with some relations, for the recovery of her health; but his staying longer there (on that account) than he intended, had like to have proved of unhappy consequence; by giving room for some, who imagined (as they wished) that he would not return, to be guilty of a breach of trust that aimed at the destruction of great part of what he then was worth; but they were disappointed.
In that retirement in the North, he wrote a poem int.i.tled, The Progress of Wit, a Caveat for the use of an eminent Writer. It was composed of the genteelest praise, and keenest allegorical satire; and it gave no small uneasiness to Mr. Pope: Who had indeed drawn it upon himself, by being the aggressor in his Dunciad.-This afterwards occasioned a private paper-war between those writers, in which "tis generally thought that Mr. Hill had greatly the advantage of Mr. Pope. For the particulars, the reader is referred to a shilling pamphlet lately published by Owen, containing Letters between Mr. Pope and Mr. Hill, &c.
The progress of wit begins with the eight following lines, wherein the SNEAKINGLY APPROVES affected Mr. Pope extreamly.
Tuneful Alexis on the Thames" fair side, The Ladies play-thing, and the Muses pride, With merit popular, with wit polite, Easy tho" vain, and elegant tho" light: Desiring, and deserving other"s praise, Poorly accepts a fame he ne"er repays: Unborn to cherish, SNEAKINGLY APPROVES, And wants the soul to spread the worth he loves.
During their controversy, Mr. Pope seemed to express his repentance, by denying the offence he had given; thus, in one of his letters, he says,
"That the letters A.H. were apply"d to you in the papers I did not know (for I seldom read them) I heard it only from Mr. Savage[4], as from yourself, and sent my a.s.surances to the contrary: But I don"t see how the annotator on the D. could have rectified that mistake publicly, without particularizing your name in a book where I thought it too good to be inserted, &c.[5]."
And in another place he says,
"I should imagine the Dunciad meant you a real compliment, and so it has been thought by many who have ask"d to whom that pa.s.sage made that oblique panegyric. As to the notes, I am weary of telling a great truth, which is, that I am not author of them, &c."
Which paragraph was answer"d by the following in Mr. Hill"s reply.
"As to your oblique panegyric, I am not under so blind an attachment to the G.o.ddess I was devoted to in the Dunciad, but that I know it was a commendation; though a dirtier one than I wished for; who am neither fond of some of the company in which I was listed-the n.o.ble reward, for which I was to become a diver;-the allegorical muddiness in which I was to try my skill;-nor the inst.i.tutor of the games you were so kind to allow me a share in, &c."-A genteel severe reprimand.
Much about the same time he wrote another poem, called Advice to the Poets; in praise of worthy poetry, and in censure of the misapplication of poetry in general. The following lines here quoted, are the motto of it, taken from the poem.
Shame on your jingling, ye soft sons of rhyme, Tuneful consumers of your reader"s time!
Fancy"s light dwarfs! whose feather-footed strains, Dance in wild windings, thro" a waste of brains: Your"s is the guilt of all, who judging wrong, Mistake tun"d nonsense for the poet"s song.
He likewise in this piece, reproves the above named celebrated author, for descending below his genius; and in speaking of the inspiration of the Muse, he says,
I feel her now.-Th"invader fires my breast: And my soul swells, to suit the heav"nly guest.
Hear her, O Pope!-She sounds th"inspir"d decree, Thou great Arch-Angel of wit"s heav"n! for thee!
Let vulgar genii, sour"d by sharp disdain, Piqu"d and malignant, words low war maintain, While every meaner art exerts her aim, O"er rival arts, to list her question"d fame; Let half-soul"d poets still on poets fall, And teach the willing world to scorn them all.
But, let no Muse, pre-eminent as thine, Of voice melodious, and of force divine, Stung by wits, wasps, all rights of rank forego, And turn, and snarl, and bite, at every foe.
No-like thy own Ulysses, make no stay Shun monsters-and pursue thy streamy way.
In 1731 he brought his Tragedy of Athelwold upon the stage in Drury-Lane; which, as he says in his preface to it, was written on the same subject as his Elfrid or the Fair Inconstant, which he there calls, "An unprun"d wilderness of fancy, with here and there a flower among the leaves; but without any fruit of judgment."-
He likewise mentions it as a folly, having began and finished Elfrid in a week; and both the difference of time and judgment are visible in favour of the last of those performances.
That year he met the greatest shock that affliction ever gave him; in the loss of one of the most worthy of wives, to whom he had been married above twenty years.
The following epitaph he wrote, and purpos"d for a monument which he designed to erect over her grave.
Enough, cold stone! suffice her long-lov"d name; Words are too weak to pay her virtues claim.
Temples, and tombs, and tongues, shall waste away, And power"s vain pomp, in mould"ring dust decay.
But e"er mankind a wife more perfect see, Eternity, O Time! shall bury thee.
He was a man susceptible of love, in its sublimest sense; as may be seen in that poetical description of that pa.s.sion, which he has given in his poem called the Picture of Love; wrote many years ago (from whence the following two lines are taken)
No wild desire can this proud bliss bestow, Souls must be match"d in heav"n, tho" mix"d below.
About the year 1735 he was concern"d with another gentleman in writing a paper called the Prompter; all those mark"d with a B. were his.-This was meant greatly for the service of the stage; and many of them have been regarded in the highest manner.-But, as there was not only instruction, but reproof, the bitter, with the sweet, by some could not be relish"d.
In 1736 having translated from the French of Monsieur de Voltaire, the Tragedy of Zara, he gave it to be acted for the benefit of Mr. William Bond; and it was represented first, at the Long-Room in Villars-Street, York-Buildings; where that poor gentleman performed the part of Lusignan (the old expiring king) a character he was at that time too well suited to; being, and looking, almost dead, as in reality he was before the run of it was over.-Soon after this play was brought upon the stage in Drury-Lane, by Mr. Fleetwood, at the earnest sollicitation of Mr. Theophilus Cibber; the part of Zara was played by Mrs. Cibber, and was her first attempt in Tragedy; of the performers therein he makes very handsome mention in the preface. This play he dedicated to his royal highness the Prince of Wales.
The same year was acted, at the Theatre in Lincoln"s-Inn-Fields, another Tragedy of his translating from the same French author, called Alzira, which was likewise dedicated to the Prince.-His dedications generally wore a different face from those of other writers; he there most warmly recommends Monsieur de Voltaire, as worthy of his royal highness"s partiality; disclaiming for himself all expectations of his notice. But he was, notwithstanding, particularly honoured with his approbation.
These plays, if not a litteral translation, have been thought much better, for their having past his hands; as generously was acknowledged by Monsieur de Voltaire himself.
In 1737 he published a poem called, The Tears of the Muses; composed of general satire: in the address to the reader he says (speaking of satire)
"There is, indeed, something so like cruelty in the face of that species of poetry, that it can only be reconciled to humanity, by the general benevolence of its purpose; attacking particulars for the public advantage."
The following year he wrote (in prose) a book called, An Enquiry into the Merit of a.s.sa.s.sination, with a View to the Character of Caesar; and his Designs on the Roman Republic.
About this time, he in a manner left the world, (though living near so populous a part of it as London) and settled at Plaistow in Ess.e.x; where he entirely devoted himself to his study, family, and garden; and the accomplishment of many profitable views; particularly one, in which for years he had laboured through experiments in vain; and when he brought it to perfection, did not live to reap the benefit of it: The discovery of the art of making pot-ash like the Russian, which cost this nation, yearly, an immense sum of money.
In the year 1743 he published The Fanciad, an Heroic Poem; inscribed to his grace the duke of Marlborough: Who as no name was then prefixed to it, perhaps, knew not the author by whom he was distinguished in it.
Soon after he wrote another, int.i.tled the Impartial; which he inscribed, in the same manner, to the lord Carteret (now earl of Granville). In the beginning of it are the following lines,
Burn, sooty slander, burn thy blotted scroll; Greatness is greatness, spite of faction"s soul.
Deep let my soul detest th"adhesive pride, That changing sentiment, unchanges side.
It would be tedious to enumerate the variety of smaller pieces he at different times was author of.
His notions of the deity were boundlessly extensive; and the few lines here quoted from his Poem upon faith, published in 1746, must give the best idea of his sentiments upon that most elevated of all subjects.
What then must be believ"d?-Believe G.o.d kind, To fear were to offend him. Fill thy heart With his felt laws; and act the good he loves.
Rev"rence his power. Judge him but by his works: Know him but in his mercies. Rev"rence too The most mistaken schemes that mean his praise.
Rev"rence his priests.-for ev"ry priest is his,- Who finds him in his conscience.- This year he published his Art of Acting, a Poem, deriving Rules from a new Principle, for touching the Pa.s.sions in a natural Manner, &c. Which was dedicated to the Earl of Chesterfield.
Having for many years been in a manner forgetful of the eight Books he had finished of his Epic Poem called Gideon,-in 1749 he re-perused that work, and published three of the Books; to which he gave the name of Gideon, or the Patriot.-They were inscribed to the late lord Bolingbroke; to whom he accounts as follows, for the alterations he had made since the first publication of two Books.
Erring, where thousands err"d, in youth"s hot smart, Propulsive prejudice had warp"d his heart: Bold, and too loud he sigh"d, for high distress, Fond of the fall"n, nor form"d to serve success; Partial to woes, had weigh"d their cause too light, Wept o"er misfortune,-and mis-nam"d it right: Anguish, attracting, turn"d attachment wrong, And pity"s note mis-tun"d his devious song.
"Tis much lamented by many who are admirers of that species of poetry, that the author did not finish it.
The same year (after a length of different applications, for several seasons, at both Theatres without success) his Tragedy, called Merope, was brought upon the stage in Drury-Lane by Mr. Garrick; to whom, as well as to another gentleman he likewise highly both admired and esteemed, he was greatly obliged; and his own words (here borrowed) will shew how just a sense he had of these obligations.-They begin the preface to the play.
"If there can be a pride that ranks with virtues, it is that we feel from friendships with the worthy. Mr. Mallet, therefore, must forgive me, that I boast the honour he has done my Merope-I have so long been a retreater from the world, that one of the best spirits in it told me lately, I had made myself an alien there. I must confess, I owe so many obligations to its ornaments of most distinguished genius, that I must have looked upon it as a great unhappiness to have made choice of solitude, could I have judged society in general, by a respect so due to these adorners of it."