DR. DARWIN. 



there is the following allegoric fimile, of no 

 common elegance : 



Thus, charm'd to fweet repofe, when twilight hours 

 Shed their foft influence on celeftial bowers, 

 The cherub, Innocence, with fmile divine, 

 Shuts his white wings, and fleeps on Beauty's flyine. 



The Ode to Morning, in Elfrida, con* 

 tains a nearly refembling image ; thus : 



Away, ye Elves, away, 



Shrink at ambrofial morning's living ray ! 

 That living ray, whofe power benign 



Unfolds this fcene of glory to our eye, 



Where, thron'd in artlefs majefty, 

 The cherub Beauty fits on Nature's ruftic flirine. 



Probably to the involuntary plagiarism 

 of forgotten impreffion, we owe this fifter- 

 piflure on the page of Dr. Darwin, 



The ufe of water by the fire-engine next 

 occurs. Poetry has nothing more fublime 

 than this, the preceding pidure of a Town 

 on Fire : 



From dome to dome when flames infuriate ciimb, ; 

 Sweep the long tfreet. inveft the tower fublirne ; 



Gi!4 



