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William Huntington: Savage

Being thus once more turned adrift upon the world, Savage, whose passions were very strong, and whose gratitude was very small, exposed the faults of Lord Tyrconnel. He also took revenge upon his mother, by publishing the Bastard, a poem, remarkable for the vivacity of its beginning (where he humorously enumerates the imaginary advantages of base birth ;) and for the pathetic conclusion, wherein he recounts the real calamities which he suffered by the crime of his parents. The following lines, in the opening of the poem, are a specimen of this writer's spirit and versification: "Blest be the bastard's birth! thro' wondrous ways He shines eccentric, like a comet's blaze.

No sickly fruit of faint compliance he; He! stamp'd in nature's mint with ecstasy!

He lives to build, not boast, a generous race; No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.

He, kindling from within, requires no flame; He glories in a bastard's glowing name.

Nature's unbounded son, he stands alone, His heart unbias'd, and his mind his own.

O mother! yet no mother!-'tis to you My thanks for some distinguish'd claims are due."