MEMOIRS or 



Poetry has no pidure more exquifitc 

 than we meet in the fecond, third, and 

 fourth lines ; but an infinite number, 

 equally vivid and beautiful, rife to the 

 reader's eye, as it explores the pages of 

 Doc~lor Darwin's Botanic Garden. 



While the powers of metrical landfcape- 

 painting are the theme, not unwelcome to 

 thofe who feel its inchantment, will be 

 inftances which muft prove that they are 

 poflefled by Mr. John Gifborne in a degree 

 which would difgrace the national tafte if 

 they fliould be fuffered to pafs away with- 

 out their fame. " The Vales of Weaver" 

 is this young man's firft publication. Be- 

 neath thanklefs neglecl the efflorefcence 

 of a rich imagination will probably fink 

 blighted, like the opening flowers of the 

 fpring before an eaftern mildew, no more 

 to rife in future compofitions to the view 

 of that public which had eftimated fo 

 coldly the value of the firft. 



We 



