time for his brutal disposition, as for his good scholarship; who, though he met with a circle of the most peaceable people in the world, was determined to quarrel; and, though no man said a word, lifted up his foot and kicked the tea-table, and all its cóntents, to the other side of the room. Our poet, though of a warm temper, was so confounded at the unexpected downfall, and so astonished at the unmerited insult, that he took no notice of the aggressor, but getting up from his chair calmly, he began picking up the slices of bread and butter, and the fragments of his china, repeating very mildly, Invenias etiam disjecti membra poetæ. "I am your very humble servant, "V." The next letter was found among the papers of Mr. William Hymers, of Queen's college, Oxford, who was preparing for publication a new edition of the works of our poet, when death prevented the completion of his design. It has appeared in the Reaper, from which it was copied into the Gleaner, in the Monthly Magazine for 1806, and (with shameful incorrectness) in sir E. Brydges's Sylvan Wanderer. I give it as it stands in the Monthly Magazine, vol. xxi. p. 494: "Hill-street, Richmond in Surrey, July 1783. "SIR,-Your favour of the 30th June I did not receive till yesterday. The person who has the care of my house in Bond-street, expecting me there every day, did not send it to Richmond, or I would have answered sooner. As you express a wish to know every particular, however trifling, relating to Mr. William Collins, I will endeavour, só far as can be done by a letter, to satisfy you. There are many little anecdotes, which tell well enough in conversation, but would be tiresome for you to read, or me to write, so shall pass them over. I had formerly several scraps of his poetry, which were suddenly written on particular occasions. These I lent among our acquaintance, who were never civil enough to return them; and being then engaged in extensive business, I forgot to ask for them, and they are lost: all I have remaining of his are about twenty lines, which would require a little history to be understood, being written on trifling subjects. I have a few of his letters, the subjects of which are chiefly on business, but I think there are in them some flights, which strongly mark his character; for which reason I preserved them. There are so few of his intimates now living, that I believe I am the only one who can give a true account of his family and connections. The principal part of what I write is from my own knowledge, or what I have heard from his nearest relations. "His father was not the manufacturer of hats, but the vender. He lived in a genteel style at Chichester; and, I think, filled the office of mayor more than once he was pompous in his manner, but, at his death, he left his affairs rather embarrassed. Colonel Martyn, his wife's brother, greatly assisted his family, and supported Mr. William Collins at the university, where he stood for a fellowship, which, to his great mortification, he lost, and which was his reason for quitting that place, at least that was his pretext. But he had other reasons: he was in arrears to his bookseller, his tailor, and other tradesmen. But, I believe, a desire to partake of the dissipation and gaiety of London was his principal motive. Colonel Martyn was at this time with his regiment; and Mr. Payne, a near relation, who had the management of the colonel's affairs, had likewise a commission to supply the Collins's with small sums of money. The colonel was the more sparing in this order, having suffered considerably by alderman Collins, who had formerly been his agent, and forgetting that his wife's brother's cash was not his own, had applied it to his own use. When Mr. William Collins came from the university, he called on his cousin Payne, gaily drest, and with a feather in his hat; at which his relation expressed surprise, and told him his appearance was by no means that of a young man who had not a single guinea he could call his own. This gave him great offence; but remembering his sole dependence for subsistence was in the power of Mr. Payne, he concealed his resentment; yet could not refrain from speaking freely behind his back, and saying he thought him a d- -d dull fellow;' though, indeed, this was an epithet. he was pleased to bestow on every one who did not think as he would have them. His frequent demands for a supply obliged Mr. Payne to tell him he must pursue some other line of life, for he was sure colonel Martyn would be displeased with him for having done so much. This resource being stopped, forced him to set about some work, of which his History of the Revival of Learning was the first ; and for which he printed proposals, (one of which I 6 have,) and took the first subscription money from many of his particular friends: the work was begun, but soon stood still. Both Dr. Johnson and Mr. Langhorne are mistaken when they say, the Translation of Aristotle was never begun: I know the contrary, for some progress was made in both, but most in the latter. From the freedom subsisting between us, we took the liberty of saying any thing to each other. I one day reproached him with idleness; when, to convince me my censure was unjust, he showed me many sheets of his Translation of Aristotle, which he said he had so fully employed himself about, as to prevent him calling on many of his friends so frequently as he used to do. Soon after this, he engaged with Mr. Manby, a bookseller on Ludgate hill, to furnish him with some Lives for the Biographia Britannica, which Manby was then publishing. He showed me some of the lives in embryo; but I do not recollect that any of them came to perfection. To raise a present subsistence, he set about writing his odes; and having a general invitation to my house, he frequently passed whole days there, which he employed in writing them, and as frequently burning what he had written, after reading them to me: many of them, which pleased me I struggled to preserve, but without effect; for, pretending he would alter them, he got them from me, and thrust them into the fire. was an acceptable companion everywhere; and among the gentlemen who loved him for a genius, I may reckon the doctors Armstrong, Barrowby, and Hill; Messrs. Quin, Garrick, and Foote, who frequently took his opinion on their pieces before they He were seen by the public. He was particularly no- "Your very humble servant, "Mr. William Hymers, Queen's college, Oxford." |