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 "Do not you indeed?—Nor can I exactly recall the beginning at this moment—But—you cannot have forgotten his description of Woman.—

"Oh! Woman in our Hours of Ease—"

Delicious! Delicious!—Had he written nothing more, he wd have been Immortal. And then again, that unequalled, unrivalled address to Parental affection—

"Some feelings are to Mortals given With less of Earth in them than Heaven" &c

But while we are on the subject of Poetry, what think you Miss H. of Burns Lines to his Mary?"—

"Oh! there is Pathos to madden one!—If ever there was a Man who felt, it was Burns.—Montgomery has all the Fire of Poetry, Wordsworth has the true soul of it—Campbell in his pleasures of