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 We fondly hope that he will be respected At home, and soon obtain a place or pension. We should regret to see him live neglected, Like Fearon, Ashe, and others we could mention; Who paid us friendly visits to abuse Our country, and find food for the reviews.

But to return.—The Heliconian waters Are sparkling in their native fount no more, And after years of wandering, the nine daughters Of poetry have found upon our shore A happier home, and on their sacred shrines Glow in immortal ink, the polished lines

Of Woodworth, Doctor Farmer, Moses Scott— Names hallowed by their reader's sweetest smile; And who that reads at all has read them not? "That blind old man of Scio's rocky isle," Homer, was well enough; but would he ever Have written, think ye, the Backwoodsman? never.

Alas! for Paulding—I regret to see In such a stanza one whose giant powers,