ROSS, ALEXANDER, a
poet of some eminence, was born in the parish of Kincardine O’Neil,
Aberdeenshire, on the 13th April, 1699. His father was Andrew Ross, a
farmer, in easy circumstances. Ross received the first elements of his
education at the parochial school, under a teacher of considerable local
celebrity; and after four years’ study of the Latin language, succeeded in
gaining a bursary at the competition in Marischal college, in November 1714.
Having gone through the usual curriculum of the university, he received the
degree of master of arts in 1718; and shortly after was engaged as a tutor
to the family of Sir William Forbes of Craigievar and Fintray; a gentleman
who appears to have possessed considerable taste and learning. How long the
poet remained in this situation has not been ascertained; but he seems to
have earned the good opinion of his patron, who recommended him to study
divinity, with the assurance that his interest should not be wanting to
procure a comfortable settlement in the church. Favourable as this offer
was, from a gentleman who had no fewer than fourteen patronages in his gift,
Ross declined it, on a ground which evinces extraordinary modesty,—"that he
could never entertain such an opinion of his own goodness or capacity as to
think himself worthy of the office of a clergyman." On leaving the family of
Sir William Forbes, Ross for some time taught, apparently as an assistant,
the parochial school of Aboyne in his native county, and afterwards that of
Laurencekirk, in Kincardineshire. While in this last situation he became
acquainted with the father of Dr Beattie; a man who, in our poet’s opinion,
"only wanted education to have made him, perhaps, as much distinguished in
the literary world as his son. He knew something of natural philosophy, and
particularly of astronomy, and used to amuse himself in calculating
eclipses. He was likewise a poetical genius, and showed our author some
rhymes of considerable merit." [Life of Ross, by his grandson, the Rev.
Alexander Thomson of Lentrathen – prefixed to an edition of the "Fortunate
Shepherdess," printed at Dundee, 1812.] In 1726, Ross married Jane Cattanach,
the daughter of a farmer in Aberdeenshire, and descended by the mother from
the ancient family of Duguid of Auchinhove. In 1732, by the influence of his
friend, Mr Garden of Troup, he was appointed schoolmaster of Lochlee, in
Angus; and the rest of his life was spent in the discharge of the duties of
this humble office. There are, perhaps, few pieces of scenery in Scotland of
a more wild and poetical character than that in which Ross’s lot was cast.
Lochlee is a thinly peopled parish, lying in the very centre of the
Grampians, at the head of the valley of the North Esk. The population is
almost entirely confined to one solitary glen, the green fields and smoking
cottages of which are singularly refreshing to the eye of the traveller,
after the weary extent of bleak moor and mountain which hem in the spot on
all sides. On a mound in the centre, stands the ruin of an ancient
fortalice, built by the powerful family of the Lindsays of Edzel, as a
place of retreat, where they could defy those dangers which they
could not cope with in their Lowland domains, in the How of the Mearns. The
loch, which gives its name to the parish, is a very beautiful sheet of
water, imbedded deep among steep and craggy mountains. The Lee, the stream
which feeds it, flows through a very wild glen, and over a rocky channel, in
several picturesque water-falls. On one of the tall precipices that form its
sides, an eagle has built its nest, secure from molestation, in the
inaccessible nature of the cliff. The remains of Ross’s house still exist,
situated near the eastern extremity of the loch, and only a few feet from
the water’s edge. Near at hand, surrounded by a few aged trees, is the
little burying ground of the parish, the tombstones of which bear some
epitaphs from Ross’s pen, and there his own ashes are deposited. [The only
fact which a search of the kirk session of Lochlee furnished with regard to
Ross, is one of no very poetical nature, viz., that for some years he rented
the grass of this quiet cemetery, at the yearly rent of one pound sterling.]
The poet’s house is now occupied as a sheepfold; and the garden, on
which it is said he bestowed much of his time, can still be traced by the
rank luxuriance of the weeds and grass, and the fragments of rude wall. It
is impossible to look on the ruins of this humble hut, without interest: its
dimensions are thirty feet in length, and twelve in breadth; and this narrow
space was all that was allotted to the school-room and the residence of its
master. The walls seem to have contained but two apartments, each about
twelve square feet in size, and the eastern was that occupied by Ross, from
whom one of the windows, now built up, is still named the poet’s window. He
had trained to cluster around it honeysuckle and sweet briar; and here
looking forth on the waters of the loch, is said to have been his favourite
seat when engaged in composition. So deep and confined is the glen at this
spot, that, for thirty days of the winter, the sun never shines on the
poet’s dwelling. The emoluments of Ross’s office were small, but perhaps
more lucrative than the majority of parochial schools in the same quarter,
from his being entitled to a sort of glebe, and some other small
perquisites. One of his biographers has quoted some lines of the
introduction to Helenore, as a proof of Ross’s poverty and want:—
"Pity anes mair, for I’m out-through as
clung—
‘Twas that grim gossip, chandler-chafted want,
Wi’ thread-bare claething, and an ambry scant," &c.
It is consoling to be
satisfied that these lines are not to be understood in a literal sense. We
are assured by his grandson, that "no person in his station, or perhaps in
any station, enjoyed a greater share of personal and domestic happiness. His
living was, indeed, but small, not exceeding twenty pounds a-year, exclusive
of the profits of his glebe; but he had no desire beyond what was necessary
to support himself and family, in a way suitable to his station; and,
considering the strict economy observed in his house, and the simple though
neat mode of living to which he was accustomed, the emoluments of his
office, as well as the profits arising from his publications, rendered him
in some degree comfortable and independent." It was not until he had resided
here for thirty six years, that, in the year 1768, when he was nearly
seventy, Ross appeared before the public as an author. So early as his
sixteenth year he had commenced writing verses; a translation from the Latin
of Buchanan, composed at that age, having been published by his grandson in
the memoir we have just quoted. From that time, he seems to have cultivated
his poetical talents with ceaseless assiduity: Dr Beattie, who appears to
have advised him in the selection of his works for publication, writes, in a
letter to Dr Blacklock, "He put into my hands a great number of manuscripts
in verse, chiefly on religious subjects: I believe Sir Richard Blackmore is
not a more voluminous author. He told me that he had never written a single
line with a view to publication: but only to amuse a solitary hour." [Forbe’s
Life of Beattie, i. 119. We may add Dr Beattie’s desecription of Ross at
this date: "He is a good humoured, social, happy old man: modest without
clownishness, and lively without petulance."] The poems which by
Dr Beattie’s advice were chosen for publication consisted of "Helenore, or
the Fortunate Shepherdess," and some songs, among which were, "The Rock and
the Wee Pickle Tow," "To the Begging we will go," and "Woo’d and married and
a’." They appeared at Aberdeen in 1768, ["The Fortunate Shepherdess, a
pastoral tale in the Scottish dialect, by Alexander Ross, Schoolmaster at
Lochlee, to which are added a few songs by the author. Aberdeen, printed by
and for Francis Douglas-1768."—pp. 150.] in one volume 8vo, and a
considerable number of subscribers having been procured, the profits of the
publication amounted to about twenty pounds; "a sum," says Beattie, "far
exceeding his most sanguine expectations, for I believe he would thankfully
have sold his whole works for five." To promote the sale, Beattie (whose
interest in Ross was excited by the latter’s acquaintance with the doctor’s
father) addressed a letter to the editor of the Aberdeen Journal,
together with some verses inscribed to Ross, which are remarkable from being
their author’s only composition in the Scottish dialect; they have been
prefixed to all the subsequent editions of Helenore, and possess much merit.
The success of the volume does not seem to have been very rapid, for ten
years elapsed before the publication of the second edition. While this was
going through the press, Dr Beattie wrote to Ross from Gordon castle, with
an invitation from the noble owners to pay them a visit. Though now eighty
years of age, the poet at once accepted the invitation, and took that
opportunity of presenting a copy of the second edition of his work,
dedicated to the duchess of Gordon. He remained at the castle for some days,
says his grandson, and "was honoured with much attention and kindness both
by the duke and duchess, and was presented by the latter with an elegant
pocket-book, containing a handsome present, when he returned to Lochlee in
good health, and with great satisfaction." The next year he experienced the
loss of his wife, who died at the advanced age of eighty-two, and to whose
memory he erected a tombstone with a poetical epitaph. He himself did not
long survive: on the 20th of May, 1784, "worn out with age and infirmity,
being in his eighty-sixth year, he breathed his last, with the composure,
resignation, and hope becoming a Christian." Of Ross’s numerous family, two
sons and a daughter died in early youth, and four daughters survived him.
Such are the few facts that constitute the biography of Alexander Ross. His
character appears to have been marked by much cheerfulness and simplicity;
lowly as was his lot, he found tranquillity and content in it, and the
picture of his household piety which has come down to us, is singularly
affecting. Regrets have been expressed that a man of his merits should have
been allowed to toil on in the humble situation of a parish schoolmaster;
but it should be remembered that he was nearly seventy years old before he
gave the public proof of his talents, and it may be very doubtful if at that
advanced age he would have found in a higher sphere the same peace and
happiness which he had so long enjoyed in his Highland glen. It is also
gratifying to think that the profits of his publications, trifling as they
would now be viewed, were still sufficient to afford him many additional
luxuries; and that the fame which his poems received from the world reached
his retired home, and secured to him honour from his neighbours, and marks
of attention from the few strangers of rank that found their way to Lochlee.
Neither should it be forgotten that his songs became, even in his own day,
as they still continue, the favourite ditties of his neighbourhood, and that
the poet’s ears were gratified by hearing his own verses chanted on the
hill-sides in summer, and by the cottage ingle in winter. This is the
incense to his genius prized by the poet beyond other earthly rewards, and
which cheers him even when stricken by the poverty which is "the badge of
all his tribe." Ross left eight volumes of unpublished works, of which an
account has been preserved in Campbell’s Introduction to the History of
Poetry in Scotland, (p. 272 to 284.) The chief of these is a tale in the
same measure with the Fortunate Shepherdess, entitled, "The Fortunate
Shepherd, or the Orphan." The specimens which are given are too
unsatisfactory to permit us to judge if we ought to regret its suppression,
which we are informed was owing to the advice of Dr Beattie. "A Dream, in
imitation of the Cherry and Slae," and composed in 1753, seems to possess
some stanzas of considerable merit. "Religious Dialogues," written in 1754,
are characterized by Beattie as unfit for publication; and Mr Campbell,
certainly a favourable critic, can find no word of commendation for the six
pieces which bear the following titles: "A Paraphrase on the Song of
Solomon;" "A View of king David’s Afflictions;" "The Shunamite, from 2 Kings
iv.;" "Moses exposed in the Ark of Bulrushes;" "An incitement
to Temperance, from a thought of the nice construction of the Human Body;"
and "Moses’ story continued." This long catalogue seems to have been the
origin of Beattie’s comparison of Ross with Sir Richard Blackmore. In
addition to these there are in the same strain, "The Book of Job, rendered
into English verse," 1751, and "A Description of the Flood of Noah." A
translation of Andrew Ramsay’s beautiful poem on the creation seems to
possess more merit; and from the specimens given is at least fully equal to
that of the notorious Lauder, whose attack on Milton had the effect of
attracting attention to Ramsay’s works. The list of Ross’s unpublished works
is closed by a dramatic piece, called "The Shaver," founded on an incident
which occurred in Montrose, and by a prose composition, "A Dialogue of the
Right of Government among the Scots, the persons George Buchanan and Thomas
Maitland." "There are ninety sections in this tract," says Campbell, "and
from the slight look I have taken through it I am of opinion it might be
rendered a very valuable performance." The specimen given does not indicate
the direction of Ross’s political sentiments, nor does Canipbell supply that
information; his grandson tells us that " he was best pleased with such
religious discourses as were strictly Calvinistic."
From the information thus
preserved regarding Ross’s unpublished writings, there seems little reason
to regret their loss. His reputation must be founded on his Fortunate
Shepherdess, and the songs which were published along with it. With all its
faults, this poem is possessed of a high degree of merit and, in addition to
its local fame, will continue to be esteemed, by the student of Scottish
poetry. Burns has written of him, "Our true brother, Ross of Lochlee, was a
wild warlock;" and "the celebrated Dr Blacklock," says Dr Irving, "as
I have learnt from one of his pupils, regarded it as equal to the pastoral
of Ramsay." This last opinion, it is to be feared, will be shared by few;
nor is it any strong evidence of its soundness, to say that it was adopted
by Johu Pinkerton, who writes:--"Some of the descriptions are exquisitely
natural and fine; the language and thoughts are more truly pastoral, than
any I have yet found in any poet, save Theocritus." Ross, indeed, is far
inferior to Ramsay in delicacy of feeling, in taste, and in the management
of his story. In reading the Fortunate Shepherdess we constantly meet with
expressions and allusions of the most unworthy nature. Dr Irving has quoted
two lines of this description,—
"And now the priest to join the pair is
come,
But first is welcom’d with a glass a’ rum."
And it were easy to fill a page with similar
instances:--
"Now, Mary was as
modest as a fleuk,
And at their jeering wist na how to look."
Nor can the reader easily
overlook Ross’s absurd nomenclature. Thus the hero is honoured with the
female name of Rosalind, and Scottish glens are clothed with the classic
appellations of Flaviana and Saevitia; which last name, intended by the
author to be expressive of fierceness, was, by a typographical error in the
first edition, converted into Soevilia. But the most forcible objection
undoubtedly lies in the plot, than which it were difficult to conceive any
thing more unpoetical. The early part of the poem is devoted to the
description of the love of the hero and heroine, which is beautifully
painted in its various stages, growing up from their infancy to their youth,
and strengthened by all the love-inspiring incidents and situations of a
pastoral life. And at the very moment when the poet has succeeded in
completing this beautiful picture of simple affection and guileless
innocence, he sets himself to undo the charm, weds the heroine to a richer
lover, and sacrifices the hero to a marriage, which his heart cannot
approve, and of which the chief object is the recovery of certain sheep and
horned cattle. Ross seems to have been aware of the objections which are
chargeable against this denouement, and endeavours to obviate them in
the preface prefixed to the first edition, by pleading that it is productive
of a salutary moral:—"This important lesson is inculcated, that when two
young people have come under engagements to one another, no consideration
whatever should induce them to break faith, or to promise things
incompatible with keeping it entire." It is certainly difficult to see the
force of this apology; and Ross’s error on this head is the more note-worthy
from his taking objection in his invocation to the plot of his model, the
Gentle Shepherd:--
---"Allan bears
The gree himsell, an’ the green laurels wears;
We’el mat he brook them, for tho’ ye had
spair’d
The task to me,
Pate might na been a laird."
It is singular how Ross could
have overlooked the circumstance, that Ramsay, in elevating his hero,
sacrifices no long-cherished feeling, or former affection; while not only is
the Fortunate Shepherdess raised to a similar rank, but this upon the very
ruins of an affection, which had twined itself round her heartstrings from
her earliest years. We have, perhaps, dwelt too long upon the ungracious
task of fault-finding. Ross’s chief talent lies, as was remarked by Beattie,
in his descriptions of scenery, and of the habits of a rude and pastoral
life. Many of these will cope with the best passages in the Gentle Shepherd,
or in any of our Scottish poets. We may refer to the description of a valley
at noon (at page 28 of the second edition); to the picture of Flaviana,
which has been quoted by Sir Walter Scott in the Heart of Mid Lothian; and
to the numerous descriptions of morning, evening, and night, scattered
through the poem. It must not be concealed, however, that few of the
delineations possess that consistency in their parts, completeness, and nice
finish, which are to be found in the Gentle Shepherd. Ross’s songs, though
certainly of a very high order of merit, have unfortunately been omitted in
the more popular editions of his works. This is to be regretted, as
they are disfigured by none of the faults of his larger work, and,
notwithstanding their length, would be valuable additions to the Scottish
song book. It has been already mentioned, that two editions of his work
appeared in the author’s lifetime; a third was printed at Aberdeen in volume
with Macneill’s Will and Jean, and some other poems: and a fifth appeared at
Dundee in 1812. This last has a life prefixed by his grandson; and it is to
be regretted that the liberties taken with the text, the omission of the
preface, songs, and glossary, should have rendered it so defective. [The
liberties taken with the text, we complain of, consist in attempts to
translate the most obsolete words into English, and in frequent omissions of
couplets, without any discernible cause. We have ‘shepherd’ for ‘herding;’
‘honest’ for ‘sackless;’ ‘liv’d,’ for woun’d;’ ‘a burning coal,’ for ‘a
clear brunt coal,’ &c.] Besides these, there have appeared
numerous editions, on coarse paper, and at a low price, to be hawked through
the north of Scotland, where they ever find a ready sale. Of the number of
these reprints, it is not easy to obtain an account; we believe the last is
that published at Aberdeen in 1826. In Aberdeen-shire and in Angus, the
Mearns and Moray, there is no work more popular than "The Fortunate
Shepherdess." It disputes popularity with Burns and the Pilgrim’s Progress;
is read, in his idle hours, by the shepherd in the glens, and wiles away the
weariness of the long winter night, at the crofter’s fireside. On its first
appearance, Beattie predicted—
"And ilka Mearns and Angus bairn,
Thy tales and sangs by heart shall learn."
The prediction has been amply
verified, and a hope which Ross expressed in one of his unpublished poems,
has been realized:—
"Hence lang, perhaps, lang hence may
quoted be,
My hamely proverbs lined wi’ blythesome glee;
Some reader then may say, ‘Fair fa’ ye, Ross’
When, aiblins, I’ll be lang, lang dead and gane,
An’ few remember there was sick a ane." |