“Jacob Thomson, ein vergessener Dichter des achtzehnten Jahrhunderts”--a forgotten poet of the eighteenth century--such is the title of a recent monograph on the author of _The Seasons_ by Dr. G. Schmeding. Dr. G. Schmeding is, however, so obliging as to pronounce that, in his opinion, this ought not to be Thomson’s fate; that there remains in his work, especially in _The Seasons_ merit enough to entitle him to be “enrolled among poets,” and to find appreciation, at all events in schools and reading societies. Dr. Schmeding may rest assured that Thomson’s fame is quite safe. It has no doubt suffered, as that of all the poets of the eighteenth century has suffered, by the great revolution which has, in the course of the last ninety years, passed over literary tastes and fashions. But during the present century there have been no less than twenty editions of his poems, to say nothing of separate editions of _The Seasons_; while his works, or portions of them, have been translated into German, Italian, modern Greek, and Russian. Only two years ago M. Léon Morel, in his _J. Thomson, sa vie et ses œuvres_, published an elaborate and admirable monograph on this “forgotten poet.” And now Mr. Tovey, who, we are glad to see, has been appointed Clarke Lecturer at Cambridge, has given us a new biography of him and a new edition of his works, making, if we are not mistaken, the thirty-second memoir of him and the twenty-first edition of his works which have appeared since the beginning of the century. This is pretty well for a forgotten poet! Mr. Tovey’s name is a sufficient guarantee for accurate and scholarly work. But it might naturally be asked, what is there to justify another edition of this poet, when so many editions are already in the field and so easily accessible? We have little difficulty in answering this question. The special features of Mr. Tovey’s edition are as important as they are interesting. In the first place, he has given us a much fuller biography than has hitherto appeared in English; in the second place, he has thrown much interesting light on the political bearing of Thomson’s dramas; and, in the third place, he has given, what no other editor of Thomson has given, a full collation of Thomson’s own MS. corrections, preserved in Mitford’s copy, now deposited in the British Museum. The critical notes have cost him, he says, and we can quite believe it, much time and labour, and in his preface he half apologizes for what may seem “a ridiculous travesty of more important labours.” There was no necessity for such an apology: he observes justly that he has “not spent more pains on Thomson’s text than so many of our scholars bestow upon some Greek and Latin poets whose intrinsic merit is no greater than Thomson’s.”