[1] Jacob.
Mr. WILLIAM HINCHLIFFE,
was the son of a reputable tradesman of St. Olave"s in Southwark, and was born there May 12, 1692; was educated at a private grammar school with his intimate and ingenious friend Mr. Henry Needler. He made a considerable progress in cla.s.sical learning, and had a poetical genius.
He served an apprenticeship to Mr. Arthur Bettesworth, Bookseller in London, and afterwards followed that business himself near thirty years, under the Royal Exchange, with reputation and credit, having the esteem and friendship of many eminent merchants and gentlemen. In 1718 he married Jane, one of the daughters of Mr. William Leigh, an eminent citizen. Mrs. Hinchliffe was sister of William Leigh, esq; one of his Majesty"s justices of the peace for the county of Surry, and of the revd. Thomas Leigh, late rector of Heyford in Oxfordshire, by whom he had two sons and three daughters, of which only one son and one daughter are now living. He died September 20, 1742, and was buried in the parish church of St. Margaret"s Lothbury, London.
In 1714 he had the honour to present an Ode to King George I. on his Arrival at Greenwich, which is printed in a Collection of Poems, Amorous, Moral, and Divine, which he published in octavo, 1718, and dedicated them to his friend Mr. Needler.
He published a History of the Rebellion of 1715, and dedicated it to the late Duke of Argyle.
He made himself master of the French tongue by his own application and study; and in 1734 published a Translation of Boulainvillers"s Life of Mahomet, which is well esteemed, and dedicated it to his intimate and worthy friend Mr. William Duncombe, Esq;
He was concerned, with others, in the publishing several other ingenious performances, and has left behind him in ma.n.u.script, a Translation of the nine first Books of Telemachus in blank Verse, which cost him great labour, but he did not live to finish the remainder.
He is the author of a volume of poems in 8vo, many of which are written with a true poetical spirit.
The INVITATION[1].
1.
O come Lavinia, lovely maid, Said Dion, stretch"d at ease, Beneath the walnut"s fragrant shade, A sweet retreat! by nature made With elegance to please.
2.
O leave the court"s deceitful glare, Loath"d pageantry and pride, Come taste our solid pleasures here.
Which angels need not blush to share, And with bless"d men divide.
3.
What raptures were it in these bow"rs, Fair virgin, chaste, and wise, With thee to lose the learned hours, And note the beauties in these flowers, Conceal"d from vulgar eyes.
4.
For thee my gaudy garden blooms, And richly colour"d glows; Above the pomp of royal rooms, Or purpled works of Persian looms, Proud palaces disclose.
5.
Haste, nymph, nor let me sigh in vain, Each grace attends on thee; Exalt my bliss, and point my strain, For love and truth are of thy train, Content and harmony.
[1] This piece is not in Mr. Hinchliffe"s works, but is a.s.suredly his.
MR. MATTHEW CONCANEN.
This gentleman was a native of Ireland, and was bred to the Law. In this profession he seems not to have made any great figure. By some means or other he conceived an aversion to Dr. Swift, for his abuse of whom, the world taxed him with ingrat.i.tude. Concanen had once enjoyed some degree of Swift"s favour, who was not always very happy in the choice of his companions. He had an opportunity of reading some of the Dr"s poems in MS. which it is said he thought fit to appropriate and publish as his own.
As affairs did not much prosper with him in Ireland, he came over to London, in company with another gentleman, and both commenced writers.
These two friends entered into an extraordinary agreement. As the subjects which then attracted the attention of mankind were of a political cast, they were of opinion that no species of writing could so soon recommend them to public notice; and in order to make their trade more profitable, they resolved to espouse different interests; one should oppose, and the other defend the ministry. They determined the side of the question each was to espouse, by tossing up a half-penny, and it fell to the share of Mr. Concanen to defend the ministry, which task he performed with as much ability, as political writers generally discover.
He was for some time, concerned in the British, and London Journals, and a paper called The Speculatist. These periodical pieces are long since buried in neglect, and perhaps would have even sunk into oblivion, had not Mr. Pope, by his satyrical writings, given them a kind of disgraceful immortality. In these Journals he published many scurrilities against Mr. Pope; and in a pamphlet called, The Supplement to the Profound, he used him with great virulence, and little candour.
He not only imputed to him Mr. Brome"s verses (for which he might indeed seem in some degree accountable, having corrected what that gentleman did) but those of the duke of Buckingham and others. To this rare piece some body humorously perswaded him to take for his motto, De profundis clamavi. He afterwards wrote a paper called The Daily Courant, wherein he shewed much spleen against lord Bolingbroke, and some of his friends.
All these provocations excited Mr. Pope to give him a place in his Dunciad. In his second book, l. 287, when he represents the dunces diving in the mud of the Thames for the prize, he speaks thus of Concanen;
True to the bottom see Concanen creep, A cold, long winded, native of the deep!
If perseverance gain the diver"s prize, Not everlasting Blackmore this denies.
In the year 1725 Mr. Concanen published a volume of poems in 8vo.
consisting chiefly of compositions of his own, and some few of other gentlemen; they are addressed to the lord Gage, whom he endeavours artfully to flatter, without offending his modesty. "I shall begin this Address, says he, by declaring that the opinion I have of a great part of the following verses, is the highest indication of the esteem in which I hold the n.o.ble character I present them to. Several of them have authors, whose names do honour to whatever patronage they receive. As to my share of them, since it is too late, after what I have already delivered, to give my opinion of them, I"ll say as much as can be said in their favour. I"ll affirm that they have one mark of merit, which is your lordship"s approbation; and that they are indebted to fortune for two other great advantages, a place in good company, and an honourable protection."
The gentlemen, who a.s.sisted Concanen in this collection, were Dean Swift, Mr. Parnel, Dr. Delany, Mr. Brown, Mr. Ward, and Mr. Stirling. In this collection there is a poem by Mr. Concanen, called A Match at Football, in three Cantos; written, "tis said, in imitation of The Rape of the Lock. This performance is far from being despicable; the verification is generally smooth; the design is not ill conceived, and the characters not unnatural. It perhaps would be read with more applause, if The Rape of the Lock did not occur to the mind, and, by forcing a comparison, destroy all the satisfaction in perusing it; as the disproportion is so very considerable. We shall quote a few lines from the beginning of the third canto, by which it will appear that Concanen was not a bad rhimer.
In days of yore a lovely country maid Rang"d o"er these lands, and thro" these forests stray"d; Modest her pleasures, matchless was her frame, Peerless her face, and Sally was her name.
By no frail vows her young desires were bound, No shepherd yet the way to please her found.
Thoughtless of love the beauteous nymph appear"d, Nor hop"d its transports, nor its torments fear"d.
But careful fed her flocks, and grac"d the plain, She lack"d no pleasure, and she felt no pain.
She view"d our motions when we toss"d the ball, And smil"d to see us take, or ward, a fall; "Till once our leader chanc"d the nymph to spy, And drank in poison from her lovely eye.
Now pensive grown, he shunn"d the long-lov"d plains, His darling pleasures, and his favour"d swains, Sigh"d in her absence, sigh"d when she was near, Now big with hope, and now dismay"d with fear; At length with falt"ring tongue he press"d the dame, For some returns to his unpity"d flame; But she disdain"d his suit, despis"d his care, His form unhandsome, and his bristled hair; Forward she sprung, and with an eager pace The G.o.d pursu"d, nor fainted in the race; Swift as the frighted hind the virgin flies, When the woods ecchoe to the hunters cries: Swift as the fleetest hound her flight she trac"d, When o"er the lawns the frighted hind is chac"d; The winds which sported with her flowing vest Display"d new charms, and heightened all the rest: Those charms display"d, increas"d the G.o.ds desire, What cool"d her bosom, set his breast on fire: With equal speed, for diff"rent ends they move, Fear lent the virgin wings, the shepherd love: Panting at length, thus in her fright she pray"d, Be quick ye pow"rs, and save a wretched maid.
[Protect] my honour, shelter me from shame, [Beauty] and life with pleasure I disclaim.
[Transcriber"s note: print unclear for words in square brackets, therefore words are a.s.sumed.]
Mr. Concanen was also concerned with the late Mr. Roome [Transcriber"s note: print unclear, "m" a.s.sumed], and a certain eminent senator, in making The Jovial Crew, an old Comedy, into a Ballad Opera; which was performed about the year 1730; and the profits were given entirely to Mr. Concanen. Soon after he was preferred to be attorney-general in Jamaica, a post of considerable eminence, and attended with a very large income. In this island he spent the remaining part of his days, and, we are informed made a tolerable accession of fortune, by marrying a planter"s daughter, who surviving him was left in the possession of several hundred pounds a year. She came over to England after his death, and married the honourable Mr. Hamilton.
RICHARD SAVAGE, Esq;
This unhappy gentleman, who led a course of life imbittered with the most severe calamities, was not yet dest.i.tute of a friend to close his eyes. It has been remarked of Cowley, who likewise experienced many of the vicissitudes of fortune, that he was happy in the acquaintance of the bishop of Rochester, who performed the last offices which can be paid to a poet, in the elegant Memorial he made of his Life. Though Mr.
Savage was as much inferior to Cowley in genius, as in the rect.i.tude of his life, yet, in some respect, he bears a resemblance to that great man. None of the poets have been more honoured in the commemoration of their history, than this gentleman. The life of Mr. Savage was written some years after his death by a gentleman, who knew him intimately, capable to distinguish between his follies, and those good qualities which were often concealed from the bulk of mankind by the abjectness of his condition. From this account[1] we have compiled that which we now present to the reader.
In the year 1697 Anne countess of Macclesfield, having lived for some time on very uneasy terms with her husband, thought a public confession of adultery the most expeditious method of obtaining her liberty, and therefore declared the child with which she then was big was begotten by the earl of Rivers. This circ.u.mstance soon produced a separation, which, while the earl of Macclesfield was prosecuting, the countess, on the 10th of January 1697-8, was delivered of our author; and the earl of Rivers, by appearing to consider him as his own, left no room to doubt of her declaration. However strange it may appear, the countess looked upon her son, from his birth, with a kind of resentment and abhorrence.
No sooner was her son born, than she discovered a resolution of disowning him, in a short time removed him from her sight, and committed him to the care of a poor woman, whom she directed to educate him as her own, and enjoined her never to inform him of his true parents. Instead of defending his tender years, she took delight to see him struggling with misery, and continued her persecution, from the first hour of his life to the last, with an implacable and restless cruelty. His mother, indeed, could not affect others with the same barbarity, and though she, whose tender sollicitudes should have supported him, had launched him into the ocean of life, yet was he not wholly abandoned. The lady Mason, mother to the countess, undertook to transact with the nurse, and superintend the education of the child. She placed him at a grammar school near St. Albans, where he was called by the name of his nurse, without the least intimation that he had a claim to any other. While he was at this school, his father, the earl of Rivers, was seized with a distemper which in a short time put an end to his life. While the earl lay on his death-bed, he thought it his duty to provide for him, amongst his other natural children, and therefore demanded a positive account of him. His mother, who could no longer refuse an answer, determined, at least, to give such, as should deprive him for ever of that happiness which competency affords, and declared him dead; which is, perhaps, the first instance of a falshood invented by a mother, to deprive her son of a provision which was designed him by another. The earl did not imagine that there could exist in nature, a mother that would ruin her son, without enriching herself, and therefore bestowed upon another son six thousand pounds, which he had before in his will bequeathed to Savage.
The same cruelty which incited her to intercept this provision intended him, suggested another project, worthy of such a disposition. She endeavoured to rid herself from the danger of being at any time made known to him, by sending him secretly to the American Plantations; but in this contrivance her malice was defeated.
Being still restless in the persecution of her son, she formed another scheme of burying him in poverty and obscurity; and that the state of his life, if not the place of his residence, might keep him for ever at a distance from her, she ordered him to be placed with a Shoemaker in Holbourn, that after the usual time of trial he might become his apprentice. It is generally reported, that this project was, for some time, successful, and that Savage was employed at the awl longer than he was willing to confess; but an unexpected discovery determined him to quit his occupation.
About this time his nurse, who had always treated him as her own son, died; and it was natural for him to take care of those effects, which by her death were, as he imagined, become his own. He therefore went to her house, opened her boxes, examined her papers, and found some letters written to her by the lady Mason, which informed him of his birth, and the reasons for which it was concealed.