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imagination when he fays, " Star of the 

 <( earth," fince the largeft and brighteft 

 ftars have the fame mafter-tint. Offian 

 fays, " Night is dull and dark, no ftar 

 " with its green, trembling beams -I" 



But Shakefpear's moral epithet, ineffec- 

 tual, does better than paint it's object. It 

 excites a fort of tender pity for the little 

 infecl, mining without either warmth or 

 ufeful light, in the dark and lonely hours. 

 j 



BOTANIC GARDEN. 



Anr? now the riling moon, with luftre pale, 

 O'er heaven's dark arch unfurls her milky veil, 



This pi<5iure is charming: yet when 

 Milton paints the fame object thus, 



" Now reigns, 



" Full orb'd, the moon, and with more pleafant Jight, 

 " Shadowy, fets off the face of things/- 

 the charm is on the nerves, as well as on 



the 



