Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: KIRKE WHITE AND THE JOHNIANS, SOME ACCOUNT OP HIS LAST DAYS. Unhappy White! while life was in its spring, And thy young Muse just waved her joyous wing, i, The spoiler came; and all thy promise fair Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science' self destroyed her favourite son! Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, She sowed the seeds, but death has reaped the fruit. Lord Byrom. Ef Jst; Ew 09i/atKio-i ftaTi) (7opm( Itvt ttyiiK Atfita, xa Its vsov Ma; spiAtiO'E /x.aTii. Walpole. Even while I am writing these lines, news has been brought to me of another mind become dark, of another victim at the shrine of Science. Surely there can be no introduction more solemn or affect- ingly appropriate to a memorial of Kirke White than this tolling, as it were, over another departed intellect. It is to be deeply lamented that Mr. Southey, in that memoir in which he has embalmed the virtues of the youthful scholar, should, either from tenderness to the living, or any other motive,have neglected to expose the fearful results of that high-pressure system, under which the faculties of White were crushed and annihilated. Were I to consult my own feelings, I too should indulge in a similar silence; but the alarming and increasing magnitude of the evil imperatively demands attention. The accusing voice ascends not alone from one grave; the cry of lamentation is not confined to a single hearth ; it is not one mother who calls in vain for her absent son! The academical life of Kirke White, even viewed through the affectionate narrative of his biographer, was only a prolonged preparation for a sacrifice. The Death's Head is always visible under the mask. Anything more heart-rending than the sufferings of this gifted M... --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.