go to heaven in my own way, without meddling or involving myself in the inextricable labyrinth of controversial dispute, when I received and perused this excellent treatise, which finally cleared up the mists which my ignorance had conjured around me, and clearly pointed out the real truth. The intention of the author precluded the possibility of his employing the ornaments and graces of composition in his work; for as it was meant for all ranks, it must be suited to all capacities; but the arguments are drawn up, and arranged in so forcible and perspicuous a manner, and are written so plainly, yet pleasingly, that I was absolutely charmed with them.

The "Evangelical Clergyman" is a very smart piece; the author possesses a considerable portion of sarcastic spirit, and no little acrimony, perhaps not consistent with the christian meekness which he wishes to inculcate. I consider, however, that London would not have many graces, or attractions, if despoiled of all the amusements to which, in one part of his pamphlet, he objects. In theory, the destruction of these vicious recreations, is very fine; but, in practice, I am afraid he would find it quite different. The other parts of this piece are very just, and such as every person must subscribe to. Clergymen, in general, are not what they ought to be; and I think Mr.has pointed out

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their duties very accurately. But I am afraid I shall be deemed impertinent and tiresome, in troubling you with ill-timed and obtrusive opinions, and beg leave, there

fore, to conclude, with respects to yourself and Mrs. Booth, by assuring you that I am, according to custom, from time immemorial, and in due form,

I AM sure you will excuse me for not having immediately answered your letter, when I relate the cause. -I was preparing, at that moment when I received yours, a volume of poems for the press, which I shall shortly see published. I finished and sent them off for London last night; and I now hasten to acknowledge your letter.

I am very happy that any poem of mine should meet with your approbation. I prefer the cool and dispassionate praise of the discriminate few, to the boisterous applause of the crowd.

Our professions, neither of them leave much leisure for the study of polite literature; I myself have, however, coined time, if you will allow the metaphor, and

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while I have made such a proficiency in the law, as ha ensured me the regard of my governors, I have paid my secret devoirs to the ladies of Helicon. My draughts, at the "fountain Arethuse," it is true, have been principally made at the hour of midnight, when even the dian nymphs of the well may be supposed to have slept; they are, consequently, stolen and forced. I do not see any thing in the confinement of our situations, in the meantime, which should separate congenial minds. A literary acquaintance is, to me, always valuable; and a friend, whether lettered or unlettered, is highly worth cultivation. I hope we shall both of us have enough leisure to keep up an intimacy, which began very agreeably for me, and has been suffered to decay with regret.

I am not able to do justice to your unfortunate friend Gill; I knew him only superficially, and yet I saw enough of his unassuming modesty, and simplicity of manners, to feel a conviction that he had a valuable heart. The verses on the other side are perhaps beneath mediocrity; they are, sincerely, the work of thirty minutes this morning, and I send them to you with all their imperfections on their head.

Perhaps they will have sufficient merit for the Nottingham paper, at least their locality will shield them a little in that situation, and give them an interest they do not otherwise possess.

Do you think calling the Naiads of the fountains

"Nymphs of Pæon," is an allowable liberty? The allusion is to their healthy and bracing qualities.

The last line of the seventh stanza contains an apparent pleonasm, to say no worse of it, and yet it was not written as such. The idea was from the shriek of Death (personified), and the scream of the dying man.

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ELEGY

Occasioned by the Death of Mr. Gill, who was drowned in the river Trent, while bathing, 9th August, 1802.

1.

HE sunk-th' impetuous river roll'd along,
The sullen wave betray'd his dying breath*;

And rising sad, the rustling sedge among,
The gale of evening touch'd the cords of death.

2.

Nymph of the Trent! why didst not thou appear
To snatch the victim from thy felon wave?
Alas! too late thou cam'st to embalm his bier,'
And deck with water flags his early grave.

*This line may appear somewhat obscure.-It alludes to the last bubbling of the water, after a person has sunk, caused by the final expiration of the air from the lungs; inhalation, by intro ducing the water, produces suffocation.

3.

Triumphant, riding o'er its tumid prey,

Rolls the red stream in sanguinary pride; While anxious crouds, in vain, expectant stay, And ask the swoln corse from the murdering tide.

4.

The stealing tear-drop stagnates in the eye,
The sudden sigh by friendship's bosom prov'd,
I mark them rise-I mark the gen'ral sigh;
Unhappy youth! and wert thou so belov'd?

5.

On thee, as lone I trace the Trent's green brink,
When the dim twilight slumbers on the glade;
On thee, my thoughts shall dwell, nor Fancy shrink
To hold mysterious converse with thy shade.

6.

Of thee, as early I, with vagrant feet,

Hail the grey-sandal'd morn in Colwick's vale, Of thee, my sylvan reed shall warble sweet, And wild-wood echoes shall repeat the tale.

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And oh! ye nymphs of Pæon! who preside
O'er running rill and salutary stream,

Guard ye in future well the Halcyon tide,

From the rude Death-shriek and the dying scream.