i68 Mr. Bew on Blindnefs. 
be revered as the Britifh bard of modern times. 
The halls of the Cambrian Chief refound with 
the melodious vibrations of his harp, and he has 
united the refinements of tafte and elegance to the 
rude, but exprefiive modulations of antiquity. 
I pafs over a number of inftances, that might 
be offered to your notice, and proceed to give 
fome account of Dr. Henry Moyes, the elegant 
reader on philofophical chemiftry; whofe lec¬ 
tures, the greateft part of this fociety had the 
fatisfadion of attending, and whofe perfonal 
acquaintance feveral of us have enjoyed 
This intelligent philofopher, like the cele¬ 
brated profeflor of Cambridge before-mentioned, 
loft his fight, by the fmall-pox, in his early in¬ 
fancy. He never recolleded to have feen : “ but 
“ the firft traces of memory I have,” fays he, “ are 
“ in fome confufed ideas of the folar fyftem.” 
He had the good fortune to be born in a country 
•where learning of every kind is highly culti¬ 
vated, and to be brought up in a family devoted 
to learning. 
Poffefled of native genius, and ardent in his 
application, he made rapid advances in va¬ 
rious departments of erudition ; and not only 
acquired the fundamental principles of mecha¬ 
nics, mufic, and the languages; but, like- 
wife entered deeply into the investigation of the 
profounder fciences; and difplayed an acute 
and 
