☙ David Macbeth Moir (1798-1851)
Scottish poet, novelist and physician.
Also known as: Delta, Δ, Shagrid.
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Biography:
David Macbeth Moir (5 January 1798-6 July 1851) was a Scottish physician and writer. Described after his death as a 'gentle, amiable, and talented poet and physician', he was born at Musselburgh in East Lothian, Scotland, he was educated at the Musselburgh Grammar School and at 13 years apprenticed to medical practitioner Dr Stewart, studying under him for four years while also attending the University of Edinburgh, which he graduated with a surgeon's diploma in 1816 at 18 years of age.
The following year, under pressure to supply for his family after the death of his father, Moir entered into a partnership with Musselburgh practitioner Dr Brown to comfortable success, and worked with him until the end of his life following a serious injury while dismounting his horse.
Moir was married in June 1829 to Catherine Elizabeth Bell of Leith at Carham Church, Northumberland, and had 11 children. He was buried on 10 July 1851 at Inveresk Church, Musselburgh, and the town commemorates him with a memorial statue erected in 1853.
Moir wrote both prose and verse to literary magazines, particularly Edinburgh-based Blackwood's Magazine under the pseudonym 'Delta', also written with the symbol Δ, by which he was more famously known in his time (and sometimes cheekily referred to as 'the Pyramid' or 'the Triangle' by his peers).
He had begun writing poetry as early as 1812, at age 15, and while this was 'nothing wonderful', he committed to improving his craft to the standard he became renowned for, with credit given to the tutelage of his 'talented' mother Elizabeth Macbeth (1767-1842). Passionate for his craft, he was said to have returned from work at 9 or 10 o'clock in the evenings only to continue his studies into the morning by candlelight.
He is found published in Constable's Edinburgh Magazine and the aforementioned Blackwoods, the latter of which he was one of its most frequent contributors. In his later life, he worked on longer works of history and biography, including on medicine. Although he is himself recorded as a conservative, Moir is known to have advocated for the Second Reform Bill in 1831, officiating as secretary to the Reform Committee.
Delta's fame as an author, particularly one of Scottish subject and pride, built for him a unique identity far removed from his daily life - but the diligent Dr Moir of Musselburgh was no less respected in the medical world and in his local community, this latter guise coming as something of a surprise to his literary peers.
Sources: Wikipedia; Significant Scots; Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry.
Cited Poems:
❧ 'The Wall-flower', ◆︎ (Scot.) David Macbeth Moir, Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol.68, Issue 420, October 1850. (1850) pp.473-474 Read Here or See Below - Wallflower; RT:LOF
The Wall-flower
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 68:420 (1850)
October 1850
Subjects: Daisy, Hawthorn, Laburnum, Lily, Pink, Rose, Tulip, Wallflower, Yew.
A Wild-Flower Garland.
I |
The Wall-flower — the Wall-flower, How beautiful it blooms! It gleams above the ruined tower, Like sunlight over tombs; It sheds a halo of repose Around the wrecks of time. To beauty give the flaunting rose, The Wall-flower is sublime. |
II |
Flower of the solitary place! Gray ruin’s golden crown, That lendest melancholy grace 'To haunts of old renown; Thou mantlest o’er the battlement, By strife or storm decayed; And fillest up each envious rent Time’s canker-tooth hath made. |
III |
Thy roots outspread the ramparts o’er, Where, in war’s stormy day, Perey or Douglass ranged of yore Their ranks in grim array; The clangour of the field is fled, The beacon on the hill No more through midnight blazes red, But thou art blooming still! |
IV |
Whither hath fled the choral band That filled the Abbey’s nave? Yon dark sepulchral yew-trees stand O’er many a level grave. In the belfry’s crevices, the dove Her young brood nurseth well, While thou, lone flower! dost shed above A sweet decaying smell. |
V |
In the season of the tulip-cup When blossoms clothe the trees, How sweet to throw the lattice up, And scent thee on the breeze; The butterfly is then abroad, The bee is on the wing, And on the hawthorn by the road The linnets sit and sing. |
VI |
Sweet Wall-flower — sweet Wall-flower! Thou conjurest up to me, Full many a soft and sunny hour Of boyhood’s thoughtless glee; When joy from out the daisies grew, In woodland pastures green, And summer skies were far more blue, Than since they e’er have been. |
VII |
Now autumn’s pensive voice is heard Amid the yellow bowers, The robin is the regal bird, And thou the queen of flowers! He sings on the laburnum trees, Amid the twilight dim, And Araby ne’er gave the breeze Such scents, as thou to him. |
VIII |
Rich is the pink, the lily gay, The rose is summer’s guest; Bland are thy charms when these decay, Of flowers — first, last, and best! There may be gaudier on the bower, And statelier on the tree, But Wall-flower — loved Wall-flower, Thou art the flower for me! |
(473-474)
Also published in The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir, Vol.1, William Blackwood and Sons (1852) pp.152–155
Grateful thanks to Alison Chapman (ed.) and the DVPP team for their original transcription and database.
Alison Chapman (ed.) and the DVPP team, “The Wall-Flower,” Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project, Edition 0.98.9beta, University of Victoria, 18th March 2024, https://dvpp.uvic.ca/blackwoods/1850/pom_9068_the_wallflower.html. |