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Title: The Maclise portrait-gallery of "illustrious literary characters", with memoirs biographical, critical, bibliographical & anecdotal, illustrative of the literature of the former half of the present century
Year: 1883 (1880s)
Authors: Maclise, Daniel, 1806-1870 Bates, William, d. 1884
Subjects: Authors Authors, English Journalists
Publisher: London : Chatto and Windus
Contributing Library: The Centre for 19th Century French Studies - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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They yearning in thine absent eyes
Is for thy native shore ;
And heaven is heard in every wind
Thy heartstrings wandering oer ;
In vain thoust sought with us to find
The life before.The light before
Thy spirit left the skies.
And Mirth may flash around, and Love
May breathe its wildest vow ;
But neither Mirth, nor Love, shall chase
The shadow from thy brow ;
Theres naught in fate that can efface
From that pale brow.
That stately brow,
The memories born above.
To mortals mortal change is given,
The sunshine as the rain !
To them the comfort and the care—
The pleasure and the pain !
To thee and thine our very air
Is silent pain,
A heavy pain !—
On earth thou askest heaven !
XL—JOHN WILSON.
We most of us know the story of the circumforaneous tradesman who
stole his besoms ready-made ; and some of us may perchance have
honoured his custom in its casual observance. This has its advantages.
That was not a bad epigram indited by old Townsend,—sometime vicar
of Kingston-on-Sea, a celibate, misogynist, and old crony of Wordsworth
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THE EDITOR OF "BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE".
JOHN WILSON. 59
and Southey—when some burglars had made a nocturnal raid on his
parsonage :
— They came and priggd my linen, my stockings and my store,
But they couldn't prig my sermons for they were priggd before !
—according to which, if I avail myself of a senna, where I find it, ready
to my hand, I shall be at least allowed to retain my plunder in tranquillity.
What can be said of Professor Wilson worthy of his various merits ?
Nothing. Were we to reprint Lockharts graphic account of him in
Peter's Letters, it would not tell half his fame. A poet, who, having had
the calamity of obtaining Oxford prizes, and incurred the misfortune of
having been praised by the Edinburgh Review, for some juvenile indis-
cretions in the way of rhyme, wrote the City of the Plague, which even
the envious Lord Byron placed among the great works of the age, and
which all real critics put higher than his poetical Lordship's best pro-
ductions in the way of tragedy, a moral professor who dings down the

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