the Iris came forth, with James Montgomery for its conductor and proprietor.

He was now in a congenial and independent position; he had a weekly outlet for all his thoughts and musings, whether in prose or verse; and, though no politician, he had a true poet's love of liberty, and hatred of meanness, fraud, or oppression. He was determined to be prudent; he was by nature inoffensive; yet within a twelvemonth, before he had completed his twenty-fifth year, he was twice convicted, fined, and imprisoned for libels. He had printed for a hawker some copies of two old songs that remained in type in the office. One of them related to the destruction of the Bastile in 1789, and was surmounted by a rude wood-cut representing Liberty and the British lion. The hawker sold the songs in the streets, ingeniously drawing attention to his wares by crying "straws to sell." The purchaser of a straw, price one halfpenny, obtained a copy of the ballads; and one of the Sheffield constables, acute as Dogberry, smelt treason in this device of the straws, and in the "effigies" of Liberty and the Lion. The printer was traced; he was found to be the suspected editor of the Iris; and Montgomery, after a form of trial, was sentenced to three months' imprisonment in York Castle, and to pay a fine of 201.

His second offence consisted in some reflections on the conduct of a colonel of militia, who had displayed superabundant zeal and recklessness in

quelling a street riot. After an extraordinary scene of contradictory evidence, a verdict was given against the publisher of the Iris, and he was sent again to York Castle, but for a period of six months, and with the further penalty of a fine of 301. Such oppression seems almost incredible now; and Montgomery said, that " no man who did not live amidst the delirium of those evil days and that strife of evil tongues, could imagine the bitterness of animosity which infatuated the zealous partisans." In his own case he lived to see it all extinguished. He ultimately found friends among his old opponents—even the fiery militia colonel; but for some years he was neither democratic enough for the wild reformers, nor submissive enough to serve the purposes of the local magnates, and his editorial life was truly a life of martyrdom. He was able to retire from it altogether in the year 1825, and on that occasion a great public banquet, presided over by Viscount Milton, was given him by his townsmen and neighbors, men of all ranks, classes, and distinctions. Politics and political strife were now buried forever, and there was a long day of warmth and sunshine after the cold blasts of the morning.

The literary career of Montgomery dates from his incarceration in York Castle. He wrote there, and published in 1797, Prison Amusements, a series of short poems, which had only a local reputation. In 1805 he issued another poem, The Ocean; and

in 1806, The Wanderer of Switzerland, and other Poems. The last of these volumes had gone through two editions, when it happened to fall into the critical hands of Francis Jeffrey, and received a check which, to the sensitive poet, seemed to threaten nothing less than the annihilation of his hopes and labors. The Edinburgh Review denounced the unfortunate volume in a style of such authoritative reprobation as no mortal verse could be expected to survive. The critic, however, proved a bad prophet: the work continued popular because it was really worthy of popularity; and the criticism must be set down as one of those wanton sins against good taste and proper feeling which the Review occasionally perpetrated in its nonage, before it had attained to years of discre

tion.

Montgomery's next poetical production was written to commemorate the abolition of the slavetrade, and was entitled The West Indies. It is in the heroic couplet of Dryden and Pope, and exhibits the poet's command of that peculiarly English style of verse, the best of all for narrative poetry. In 1813 appeared The World before the Flood, also in the same measure; in 1819, Greenland, a poem founded on the Moravian mission to that remote territory; and in 1827 The Pelican Island, a descriptive poem in blank verse, which is unquestionably the most original and powerful of all Montgomery's works. Numerous exquisite little pieces

from his pen came forth in the annuals and other periodicals; and he collected two volumes of sketches, published under the quaint title of Prose by a Poet.

In the winter of 1830-31 he delivered a course of lectures on poetry and general literature at the Royal Institution, which were afterwards published in one volume. He was now recognized as a standard English classic, unrivalled in popular sacred poetry and in the poetry of the domestic affections by all but Cowper. His verse was clear, copious, and flowing; always musical, and often strikingly picturesque. If he had no secret beauties of diction or subtle trains of thought and imagination, his works displayed a high and pure moral feeling and strong religious faith, untinctured by sectarian formality or exclusiveness. In his poetry, as in his life, James Montgomery exhibited a catholic spirit that embraced whatever was lovely and of good report. He looked beyond the grave, but never neglected any form of suffering humanity, or call of active duty and brotherly sympathy."

In 1841 a collected edition of Montgomery's works was published in four volumes; and so late as 1853 he issued a series of Original Hymns. Το his limited means - the small hoard accumulated through years of toil and anxiety the government, on the recommendation of Sir Robert Peel, added a pension of 150l. per annum. The latter years of the old poet were thus passed in ease and

comfort. To all benevolent and missionary schemes he lent a willing hand; his townsmen were proud of him, and his society was much courted. When he had nearly reached the allotted period of threescore and ten, he made a pilgrimage to Scotland, and finding out the house in the "Half-way" of Irvine where he first saw the light, he shed a flood of tears at the humble scene of his birth. He was publicly received by the magistrates and other inhabitants of Irvine; and in Edinburgh he also met with a marked and honorable reception. His history altogether affords a fine example of virtuous and successful perseverance, and of genius devoted to pure and noble ends,—not a feverish, tumultuous, and splendid career, like that of some greater poetical heirs of immortality, but a course ever brightening as it proceeded, calm, useful, and happy. He attained to the great age of more than eighty-two years, dying at his residence near Sheffield on the 30th of April, 1854. Memoirs of his life and writings, with extracts from his correspondence and journals (somewhat too voluminous and indiscriminate), have been published, in 7 vols. 8vo, 1855-6, by two of his friends, John Holland and James Everett.