unmusical—not that he disliked music, far from it—but that his love of melody did not counterbalance his unaquaintance with the rules of harmony, of breaches of which he was often, though unintentionally, guilty.
Upon the whole, his place as a minor poet is a distinguished one. He has undoubtedly enriched the language with many noble specimens of manly song; and when it is remembered that he prosecuted his poetical studies in silence and retirement, animated alone by the love of his art, and sustained through many long years of trial and of toil by the distant gleam of posthumous fame, it will not be disputed that his motives to action were exalted, and his exertions in the cause of human improvement disinterested.
Ossa quieta, precor, tuta requiescite in urna;
Et sit humus cineri non onerosa tuo.
