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The Author of Telemachus has illustrated this subject, with equal fancy and feeling, in the story of Alibée, Persan.

P. 20, l. 1.

Why great NAVARRE, fc. That amiable and accomplished monarch, Henry the Fourth of France, made an excursion from his camp, during the long siege of Laon, to dine at a house in the forest of Folambray; where he had often been regaled, when a boy, with fruit, milk, and new cheese ; and in revisiting which he promised himself great pleasure.

Mém. de Sully. P. 20, 1. 3. When DIOCLETIAN's self-corrected mind Diocletian retired into his native province, and there amused himself with building, planting, and gardening. His answer to Maximian is deservedly celebrated. “ If,” said he,“ I could shew him the cabbages which I have planted with my own hands at Salona, he would no longer solicit me to return to a throne.”

P. 20, 1. 7. Say, when contentious CHARLES, &c. When the Emperor Charles the Fifth had executed his memorable resolution, and had set out for the monastery of Justé, he stopped a few days at Ghent to indulge that tender and pleasant melancholy, which arises in the mind of every man in the decline of life, on visiting the place of his birth, and the objects familiar to him in his early youth.

P. 20, 1. 8.

To muse with monks, fc. Monjes solitarios del glorioso padre San Geronimo, says Sandova.

In a corner of the Convent-garden there is this inscription. En esta santa casa de S. Geronimo de Justé se retiró à acabar su vida Cárlos V. Emperador, &c.

Ponz. P. 21, l. 3. Then did his horse the homeward track descry, The memory of the horse forms the ground-work of a pleasing little romance entitled, “ Lai du Palefroi vair."

See Fabliaux du XII. Siecle. Ariosto likewise introduces it in a passage full of truth and nature. When Bayardo meets Angelica in the forest,

Va mansueto a la Donzella,

Ch'in Albracca il servịa già di sua mano.

ORLANDO FUrioso, i. 75.

P. 22, 1. 3. Sweet bird! thy truth shall Harlem's walls attest,

During the siege of Harlem, when that city was reduced to the last extremity, and on the point of opening its gates to a base and barbarous enemy, a design was formed to relieve it; and the intelligence was conveyed to the citizens by a letter which was tied under the wing of a pigeon.

THUANUS, lv. 5.

The same messenger was employed at the siege of Mutina, as we are informed by the elder Pliny.

Hist. Nat. x. 37. P. 22, 1. 12.

Hark! the bee, fic. This little animal, from the extreme convexity of her

eye, cannot see many inches before her.

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P. 28, 1. 5.

These still exist, fc. There is a future Existence even in this world, an Existence in the hearts and minds of those who shall live after us. It is in reserve for every man, however obscure; and his portion, if he be diligent, must be equal to his desires. For in whose remembrance can we wish to hold a place, but such as know, and known by us? These are within the sphere of our influence, and among these and their descendants we may live for evermore.

It is a state of rewards and punishments; and, like that revealed to us in the Gospel, has the happiest influence on our lives. The latter excites us to gain the favour of God, the former to gain the love and esteem of wise and good men; and both lead to the same end; for, in framing our conceptions of the Deity, we only ascribe to Him exalted degrees of Wisdom and Goodness.

P. 31, l. 19. Yet still how sweet the soothings of his art! The astronomer chalking his figures on the wall, in Hogarth's view of Bedlam, is an admirable exemplification of this idea. See the Rake's PROGRESS, plate 8.

P. 32, 1. 11. Turns but to start, and gazes but to sigh! The following stanzas are said to have been written on a blank leaf of this Poem. They present so affecting a reverse of the picture, that I cannot resist the opportunity of introducing them here.

Pleasures of Memory!-oh! supremely blest,

And justly proud beyond a Poet's praise;
If the pure confines of thy tranquil breast
Contain, indeed, the subject of thy lays !

By me how envied !—for to me,
The herald still of misery,
Memory makes her influence known

By sighs, and tears, and grief alone :
I greet her as the fiend, to whom belong
The vulture's ravening beak, the raven's funeral song.
She tells of time mispent, of comfort lost,

Of fair occasions gone for ever by;
Of hopes too fondly nursed, too rudely crossed,
Of many a cause to wish, yet fear to die;

For what, except the instinctive fear
Lest she survive, detains me here,
When “ all the life of life" is fled ?-

What, but the deep inherent dread,
Lest she beyond the grave resume her reign,
And realize the hell that priests and beldams feign?

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