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but such was his modeft diffidence*, he has also given us fpecimens of various would never fuffer them to be publish- compofition; witnefs bis admirable paed. 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.” are excellent also; as his fine But wbat fhall we say of the beautiful verses to Sir Joshua Reynolds, on the poem" The Pleasures of Melancholy?” window at New College, Oxford; his 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 Mufe to celebrate his cellent copy of verses on the late king's fame;
death, addressed to Mr. Pire (che late Witness his " 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."
“ cliffs, ~ 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 ColEven Envy must acknowledge, that lection of Verses of the University of from a boy of lixteen, it mul be an Oxford upon their Majesties' Marriage, extraordinary effort of fancy, expref- and the Birth of the Prince of Wales, fion, and versification, 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 stored with poetical images and tic that time it was natural to turo chiefly militudes, and with
to bis performances in the above work.
His Latin poems are written with Such fights as youthful poets dream much claftic purity, elegance, and fim"On Summer's eve, by haunted plicity. stream."
MILTON. Q MR. WARTON'S PROSE WRITINGS
And Mr. Warton was hardly As a profe-writer, whoever will exanineteen, when he wrote his incompa- mine Mr. Warton's style, will find that sable 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 most manly, fpirited, and correct English language. His periods are performance, and abundantly stored full and ealy; his style familiar, but newith imagery and elegance; it may be ver coarse ; on grave subjects not oftennumbered among thole felicities which tatious; on light occasions not triding. cannot be produced alone by labour He has no haríhness of diction : his and wit, but muft arise successfully in fancy was stored with such a variety of tone hour propitious to poetry. He images, as well as cogency of argument, Ν Ο Τ Ε.
that it cannot be said he was un provid* This diffidence (says a learned ed with matter, or that his fancy lancritic) is a young author, is a most cer- guifhed in penury of ideas : witness his kain proof of a great genius, not fatis. excellent eliay on the " Fairy Queen" fied with its own performance, but of Spenser, and his edition of Mila Priving to aim at pertcation.
Lou's Poems, witb potes, critical, ex.
planatory, planatory, and other illustrations."- body, seem to Tuggest the means of But Mr. Warton's chef-d'oeuvre 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 disDiffertations on the Origin of Roman- pored 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 perfeAly and diftin&tly 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 fucke Mifcellany, I will reserve for another ing, the only means by which it can opportunity an account of the above poflibly gratify that appetite. It is work, and of Mr. Warton's other continually fucking. It fucks whatever works in profe; which you will be so is presented to its mouth. It fucks good to insert as occasion offers, and even when there is nothing presented which will oblige many of your con- to its mouth, and fome 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 Thape and configuration by which it the late Dr. Adam Smith.) alone can enjoy that pleasure.
There are other appetites in which O any of our other senses antece- the moft unexperienced imagination
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 resisting their gratification. substances, which excite their refpect- The smell, too, may, very probably įve sensations; though these sensations suggest fome even tolerably diftinct bear no sort of resemblance to those perception of the tafte of the food to fubftances ?
which it directs. The respective obThe sense of tasting, certainly does jects of our different external senses nor. Before we can feel the sensation, leem, indeed, the greater part of thera, the folid and refilling substance which to bear no fort of resemblance to one excites it must be pressed against the another. Colour bears no fort of reorgans of ialte, and must consequently femblance to folidity, nor to heat, nor be perceived by them. Antecedently to cold, nor to found, nor to smell, nor to observation and experience, there. to taste. To this general rule, howe. fore, the sense of talling can never be ver, there seems to be one, and persaid instinctively to fuggeft fome con- haps but one exception. The sensations ception of that fubftance.
of smell and taffe 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 suckling animals (of the mammalia of given to us by Nature, as the director of Linnæus,) whether they are born with iaite. It announces, as it were, before fight or without it, get 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. Inceived 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 same kind with that of the 10 excite the appetite for the proper talte, which that announces. It is very nafood, or at leaft to direct the new-born rural to suppose, therefore, that the Imell animal to the place where that food is may suggeft to the infant fome tolerably to be found. It may perhaps do both diftinct 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 their origin from a certain ftate of the we say, water for that food.
'Twas post me
-ri--dian half past four, by signal I from Nancy parted, at fix the lin - ger’d on the
shore 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 form came on at four,
At fix, the elements in motion
Poor wretches they soon found their graves,
While tender wishes fill'd each fancy, For me, it may be only fancy,
But love seem'd to forbid the waves
To snatch me from the arms of Nancy.
At last 'twas in the month of May,
The crew, it being lovely weather,
At three A. M. discovered day
And England's chalky cliffs together ;
At feven, up channel how we bore,
While hopes and fears rush'd on my fancy,
At twelve I gaily jumped afkore Put up a prayer, and thought on Nancy.
And to my throbbing heart press'd Nancy.