ARBUCKLE, JAMES, A.M., a minor poet, was born in Glasgow, in 1700. He studied at the university of that city, where he took his degrees. He afterwards kept an academy in the north of Ireland, hence he is called an Irishman by Campbell, in his Introduction to the History of Poetry in Scotland. He was the friend of Allan Ramsay. He published a volume of poems, and had begun a translation of Horace, but died before it was finished, in 1734. Some of his translations and imitations of Horace are among his best pieces. He wrote ‘Snuff, a Poem,’ which, according to the advertisement, was " printed at Edinburgh by Mr. James M’Ewen and Company for the author, and sold by Mr. James M’Ewen, bookseller in Edinburgh, and by the booksellers in Glasgow," 1719. This poem was dedicated to "His Grace, John, Duke of Roxburgh," and contained some pleasing enough conceits, very prettily turned. As an instance the following may be quoted:

"Though in some solitary pathless wild
Where mortal never trod, nor nature smiled,
My cruel fate should doom my endless stay,
To saunter all my ling’ring life away,   ADVANCE \d 5

Yet still I’ll have society enough,
While blest with virtue, and a Pinch of Snuff;
Enough for me the conscious joys to find,
And silent raptures of an honest mind."