To Miss HOYLAND. From the original, in the possession of Mr. Gardner. Go, gentle Muse! and to my fair-one say, More than grave Camplin* with his deep-ton'd note, * John Camplin M. A. Preceptor of Bristol. More than Sage Catcottt does his storm of rain, More than frail mortals love a brother sinner, If these true strains can thy dear bosom move, Let thy soft blushes speak a mutual love; But if thy purpose settles in disdain, Speak my dread fate, and bless thy fav'rite swain. D. B. The Reverend Mr. Catcott wrote a book on the Deluge. Mr. Lewis was a dissenting Preacher of note, then in Bristol. Chatterton calls him in one of his Letters a "Pulpit Fop." ELEGY, On Mr. WILLIAM SMITH*. From the original in the British Museum. Ascend my Muse on sorrow's sable plume, Let the soft number meet the swelling sigh; With Laureated Chaplets deck the tomb, The bloodstain'd Tomb where Smith and Comfort lie. I loved him with a Brother's ardent love, Beyond the love which tenderest brothers bear; Tho' savage Kindred bosoms cannot move, Friendship shall deck his urn and pay the tear. Happily mistaken, having since heard, from good authority, it is PETER. |