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but such was his modeft diffidence", he has also given us fpecimens of various would never suffer them to be publish- compofition; witnefs his admirable pas, ed. I have already mentioned, that negyric on Oxford, and his “ Newwhep merely a boy of fixtcen, juft en- market," a faire, with others of the tered at Oxford, he wrote his excellent same caft: and others of a more serious poem, " The Progress of Discontent.” turn are excellent also; as his fine But wbat shall we say of the beautiful verfes to Sir Joshua Reynolds, on the poem“ The Pleasures of Melancholy?” window at New College, Oxford ; bis written also at that age.
admirable Ode to Suicide ; and many
others; particularly a very fine one on E'en in his early years he fought the Approach of Summer, and an exThe sweetest Muse to celebrate his cellent copy of verses on the late king's fame;
death, addressed to Mr. Pitt (che late Witness bis "Melancholy's plaintive lord Chatham) beginning with
“ strains, “ His ruin'd abbeys, moss-grown piles, “So ftream the sorrows that embalm . “ His darksome pines, his cavern'd " the brave."
And cold Siberia's unrejoicing wilds, See the last edition of Mr. Wi's. " Where pines the banilh'd lord.”
poems. [The four last lines are from the above In all it will be found, that his mind beautiful poem.]
was full of poetical and beautiful ima
ges. The Enconia, and public Col. Even Envy must acknowledge, that ledion of Verses of the University of from a boy of fixteen, it mult be an Oxford upon their Majesties' Marriage, extraordinary effort of fancy, expref- and the Birth of the Prince of Wales, fion, and verfification, to produce such and other loyal subjects, were never in a poem. Very striking marks must be such esteem, either for elegy or congraperceived of a strong and uncommon tulation, as when Mr. Warton contri. genius ; and of a mind at that early buted to them; and I remember at age Atored with poetical images and li- that time it was natural to turn chiefly militudes, and with
to his performances in the above work.
His Latin poems are written with * Such fights as youthful poets dream much claflic purity, elegance, and fim"On Summer's eve, by haunted plicity. “ Atream."
MILTON. QE MR. WARTON'S PROSE WRITINGS,
And Mr. Warton was hardly As a profc-writer, whoever will exa. nineteen, when he wrote his incompa- mine Mr. Warion's style, will find that rable poem “The Triumph of Ifis," he is entitled to a place amongst the which is as often admired, as named. purest and most correct writers of the It is a moft manly, spirited, and correct Englith language. His periods are performance, and abundantly stored full and easy; his style familiar, but newith imagery and elegance; it may be ver coarse ; on grave fubjects not oftennumbered among those felicities which tatious; on light occasions not trifling. cannot be produced clone by labour He has no harihness of diction : his and wit, but muft arise successfully in fancy was itored with such a variety of bome hour propitious to poetry. He images, as well as cogency of argument, Ν Ο Τ Ε.
that it cannou be said he was unprovid** This diffidence (lays a learned od with matter, or that his fancy lancritis) in a young author, is a most cer- guished in penury of ideas : witness his tain proof of a great genius, pot fatis. excellent efray on the " Fairy Queen" fed with its own performance, but of Spenser, and his edition of Mila to aim at perfection.
ton's Poems, with notes, critical, ex.
planatory, and other illuftrations."- body, seem to suggeft the means of But Mr. Warton's chef d'auvre in their own gratification ; and even long prose was his " Hiftory of Englila before experience, fome anticipation or Poetry, from the close of the elevenih, pre-conception of the pleasure that atto the commencement of the eighteenth tends that gratification. In the appecentury; to which is prefixed, Two tite for sex, which frequently, I am difDiffertations on the Origin of Roman- posed to believe almost always, comes tic Fiction in Europe, and a Differta- a long time before the age of puberty, tion on the Gefta Romanorum." this is perfe&tly and diftin&ly evident.
But as (at present) I will not farther The appetite for food Tuggests to the encroach on the limits of your valuable new-born infant the operation of fuckMiscellany, I will reserve for another ing, the only means by which it can opportunity an account of the above possibly gratify that appetite. It is work, and of Mr. Warton's other continually fucking. It sucks whatever works in prose; which you will be so is presented to its mouth. It sucks good to insert as occasion offers, and even when there is nothing presented which will oblige many of your con- to its mouth, and some anticipation of Aant readers.
pre-conception of the pleasure which it Feb. 17, 1796.
is to enjoy in fucking, seems to make
it delight in putting its mouth into the Remarks on the Sense of Smelling. ( By Ihape and configuration by which it the late Dr. Adam Smith.) alone can enjoy that pleasure.
There are other appetites in which Do
dently to observation, and expe- produces a fimilar effect upon the orrience, instinctively suggest to us some gans which nature has provided for conception of the folid and refifting their gratification. substances, which excite their refpect The smell, too, may very probably ive sensations; though these sensations suggest fome even tolerably diftinct bear no sort of resemblance to those perception of the tafte of the food to substances ?
which it directs. The respective ouThe fenfe of rafting, certainly does jects of our different external sensez not. Before we can feel the sensation, leem, indeed, the greater part of thera, the folid and refiting substance which to bear no fort of resemblance to one excites it must be preffed againft she another. Colour bears no fort of reorgans of talte, and must consequently semblance to solidity, nor to heat, nor be perocived by them. Antecedently to cold, nor to found, nor to fmell, nor to observation and experience, there. to taste. To this general rule, howe. fore, the sense of tafting can never be ver, there seems to be one, and
pero said instinctively to fuggeft some con- haps but one exception. The fensations ception of that lubftance.
of smell and tafte seem evidently to It may perhaps be otherwise with the bear some fort of resemblance to one sense of smelling. The young of all another; smell appears to have been fuckling animals (of the mammalia of given to us by Nature, as the director of Linnæus,) whether they are born with iafte. It announces, as it were, before fighę or without it, yet as soon as they trial, what is likely to be the tafte of the come into the world apply to the nipple food which is set before us. Though perof the mother in order to fuck. In ceived by a different organ, it seems in doing this they are evidently directed many cases to be but a weaker sensation, by the smell. The smell appears either nearly of the fame kind with that of the to excite the appetite for the proper talte, which that announces. It is very nafood, or at leaft to direct the new-born tural to luppose, therefore, that the imell animal to the place where that food is may suggest to the infant foine tolerably to be found. It may perhaps do both distinct pre-conception of the taste of the the one and the other.
food which is announces, and may, even But all the appetites which take before experience make its mouth, as Rheis origin from a certain state of the we say, water for that food.
fhore with uplift hands and broken-hearted, at sev’n while taughtening the forestay I saw her faint or else'twas fancy, at eight we
Next morn a storm came on at four,
At fix, the elements in motion
When o'er the grog all hands delight Plunged me and three poor Sailors more,
Round went the Can, the jest, the glee, Poor wretches they soon found their graves,
For me, it may be only fancy,
But love seem'd to forbid the waves
To snatch me from the arms of Nancy.
Scarce the foul hurricane was clear'd,
Scarce winds and waves had ceased to rattle,
And dauntless we prepared for battle ;
Like lightning ruth'd on every fancy,
Put up a prayer, and thought on Nancy.
At laft 'twas in the month of May,
The crew, it being lovely weather,
And England's chalky.cliffs together ;
While hopes and fears rush'd on my fancy,