Besides reviews and other miscellanies, Campbell wrote _The Annals of Great Britain, from the Accession of George III. to the Peace of Amiens_, which is a graceful but not valuable work. In 1805 he received a pension of £200 per annum. In 1809 he published his _Gertrude of Wyoming_--the exception referred to--a touching story, written with exquisite grace, but not true to the nature of the country or the Indian character. Like _Rasselas_, it is a conventional English tale with foreign names and localities; but as an English poem it has great merit; and it turned public attention to the beautiful Valley of Wyoming, and the noble river which flows through it. As a critic, Campbell had great acquirements and gifts. These were displayed in his elaborate _Specimens of the British Poets_, published in 1819, and in his _Lectures on Poetry_ before the Surrey Institution in 1820. In 1827 he was elected Lord Rector of the University of Glasgow; but afterwards his literary efforts were by no means worthy of his reputation. Few have read his _Pilgrim of Glencoe_; and all who have, are pained by its manifestation of his failing powers. In fact, his was an unfinished fame--a brilliant beginning, but no continuance. Sir Walter Scott has touched it with a needle, when he says, "Campbell is in a manner a bugbear to himself; the brightness of his early success is a detriment to all his after efforts. He is afraid of the shadow which his own fame casts before him." Byron placed him in the second category of the greatest living English poets; but Byron was no critic. He also published a _Life of Petrarch_, and a _Life of Frederick the Great_; and, in 1830, he edited the _New Monthly Magazine_. He died at Boulogne, June 15th, 1844, after a long period of decay in mental power. SAMUEL ROGERS.--Rogers was a companion or consort to Campbell, although the two men were very different personally. As Campbell had borrowed from Akenside and written _The Pleasures of Hope_, Rogers enriched our literature with _The Pleasures of Memory_, a poem of exquisite versification, more finished and unified than its pendent picture; containing neither passion nor declamation, but polish, taste, and tenderness. Rogers was born in a suburb of London, in 1762. His father was a banker; and, although well educated, the poet was designed to succeed him, as he did, being until his death a partner in the same banking-house. Early enamored of poetry by reading Beattie's _Minstrel_, Rogers devoted all his spare time to its cultivation, and with great and merited success.