which Mr. Kemp was the first to make—at least the first in Scotland was the solidifying of carbonic acid gas.
Thus, even at an early period of life, Mr. Kemp had attained to high scientific distinction, and made the abstruse researches of chemistry a subject of popular interest in Scotland, while his example had stimulated those kindred intellects by whom further progress in the science was certain to be secured. Although this was much, still more was anticipated, when his career was cut short by a disease of the heart, under which he had laboured for years, and which, perhaps, the peculiar nature of his studies among strange substances and deleterious atmospheres had tended silently to aggravate. He died in Edinburgh, on the 30th of December, 1843, at the early age of thirty-six.
KNOX, William.—"It may not be impertinent to notice that Knox, a
young poet of considerable talent, died here a week or two since. His father
was a respectable yeoman, and he himself, succeeding to good farms under the
Duke of Buccleuch, became too soon his own master, and plunged into dissipation and ruin. His talent then showed itself in a fine strain of pensive poetry,
called, I think, ’The Lonely Hearth,’ far superior to that of Michael Bruce,
whose consumption, by the way, has been the life of his verses . . . .
For my part, I am a bad promoter of subscriptions; but I wished to do what
I could for this lad, whose talent I really admired; and I am not addicted to
admire heaven-born poets, or poetry that is reckoned very good, considering. I
had him (Knox) at Abbotsford, about ten years ago, but found him unfit for
that sort of society. I tried to help him, but there were temptations he could
never resist. He scrambled on writing for the booksellers and magazines, and
living like the Otways, and Savages, and Chattertons of former days, though I
do not know that he was in extreme want. His connection with me terminated
in begging a subscription, or a guinea, now and then. His last works were
spiritual hymns, and which he wrote very well. In his own line of society
he was said to exhibit infinite humour; but .11 his works are grave and pen-
sivea style, perhaps, like Master Stephen's melancholy, affected for the
nonce."
In this extract from Sir Walter Scott's Diary, an outline of the life, moral character, and literary productions of an erring and unfortunate son of genius is briefly sketched; but with the great novelist's wonted perspicuity, sharp intuitive sagacity, and immeasurable good-nature, that never could see a fault where there was a tolerable per contra to recommend.
William Knox was born upon the estate of Firth, in the parish of Lilliesleaf, Roxburgh, on the 17th August, 1789, and was the son of an extensive and pastoral farmer in the shires of Roxburgh and Selkirk. As his parents were in comfortable circumstances, he received a liberal education, first at the parish school of Lilliesleaf, and afterwards at the grammar-school of Musselburgh. After having become a tolerable classical scholar, and acquired a taste for reading, especially in poetry and romance, he was sent, at little more than the age of sixteen, to a lawyer's office, not, however, for the purpose of studying the law as a future profession, but acquiring the general knowledge and practical habits of business. This was necessary, as he was the eldest son of a family of six children, and would naturally succeed to his father's extensive farming; but as a school of morals and virtuous habits, a lawyer's office, at the beginning of the present century, could scarcely be reckoned the happiest of selections. After a few months' training at law, in which he made little progress, he was called home
