MEMOIRS OF 



We find much grandeur of fancy in this 

 aerial giant. His groan is the thunder, his 

 figh' the tempeft, as he fleers his courfe to 

 the fouth, and fpreads his iliadowy limbs 

 over the line, with froft and famine in his 

 track. The Sylphs are adjured to direct 

 his courfe .to benevolent purpofes ; to cool 

 Arabian vales with his antarctic breathing ; 

 and, in the following harmonious line, 



To fcatter rofes o'er Zelandic fnows. 



This allegory concludes unhappily, with 

 a perfonal compliment to Mr. Kirwan, 

 (i who has publiflied a valuable Treatife 

 " on the/temperature of Climates." Thofe 

 Compliments to ingenious profeffors would 

 often find their more proper place in the 

 notes, except where they form a fimile ; 

 but, as in this inftance, a living man placed 

 between the dragon wings of an imaginary 

 and immeasurable moniler, is a ridiculous 



idea. 



