Best antidote! which "he who runs may read,” Thy LIFE, the lucid comment on thy creed; Thy refuge, the drear trust, some, comfort call! Dost thou aspire, like a Satanic mind, Sunk, but not lost, from dreams of death arise! No longer tempt the patience of the skies! 200 205 Confess, with tears of blood, to frowning Heaven, 210 Lest Shelley's fate be shine, or one more dread, And utter, whilst his blood serenely flows, 215 220 "There is no God!"--whose terrors now he knows! Or the portentous moment thou deplore, When vengeance wakes, and mercy pleads no more; 225 My brother, Amos Cottle, occasionally indulged his taste for poetry, which, had it been cultivated, would have placed him in a class highly respectable. Whilst in the command of many more elevated gifts, he possessed also, intuitively, a chaste vein of humour; a quality less common than many suppose, and in alliance with the subtilest wit. One slight confirmation of this will appear in the succeeding original and well-sustained fable, "The Sparrow and the Gudgeon ;" exhibiting, (unless a brother's partiality has betrayed his judgment) the ease and simplicity of Cowper, and more than the point, moral, and terseness of Gay. This fable, written in his youthful days, he rightly considered as a trifle; but it is a happy trifle, and a spirited sketch often discovers more genius than an elaborate picture. THE SPARROW AND THE GUDGEON. A FABLE. By the late AMOS COTTLE, B. A. Mag. Col. Cam. PROLEGOMENA. (The scene is laid, the time no matter, When birds and fish could talk and chatter.) A SPARROW, at a river's brink, The Gudgeon musing marked his friend "A fish that found the method out "Of roaming freely through the air, "And why, if such, should I despair? |