ceptible to most observers of nature, and in the contempla- 

 tion even of objects most familiar to him before, he feels — 



" that kind access of joy. 

 Which spring on each fair object, while we trace 

 Through all its fabric, wisdom's artful aim 

 Disposing every part, and gaining still. 

 By means proportioned, her benignant end." 



He is now to enjoy a still more sublime delight; the first 

 wish of Virgil, (whom no one will call cold to tlie sensible 

 beauties of nature) was — 



" Me vero primum dukes ante omnia Musae, 

 Quarum sacra fero ingenti percussus amore, 

 Accipianf, caelique vias et sidera monstrent. 

 Quid tantum properent Oceano se lingere soles 

 Hyberni, vel quse tardis mora noctibus obsit, 

 Unde tremor terris, qui vi niaria aha tumescant 

 Objicibus rupti9> rursusque in seipsa residant.'" 



What Virgil wished for in vain, the poet of the present day 

 has an opportunity of acquiring with ease, and displaying 

 with effect. Under the guidance of Newton, he may range 

 through the solar system, and survey the planets, still obe- 

 dient to the laws of truth, returning to retrace the paths 

 allotted to them, pursue the devious comet, " that goeth so 

 far, and no farther," and perceive the majestic sovereign of 

 the system in conscious dignity still remaining immoveable. 

 If at length his mind should traverse, with Ilcrschel, the full 

 orb of being, he will catch a gUmpse of that glory, which no 



