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fufions of the poetic mind, that has fhed 

 luftre over Europe in the eighteenth cen- 

 tury. 



, Human ability never did, and probably 

 never will', produce an abfolutely perfect 

 compofition. The author of this memoir 

 has, from infancy, fedqlouily ftudied and 

 compared the writings of the diftinguiflied 

 Bards of her nation, together with the beft 

 translations of thofe of Greece, Rome, and 

 modern Italy. She has prefumed to def- 

 cant upon what appeared to her the grace? 

 and defecls of the Botanic Garden ; induced 

 by a convicYion that the unbiaffed mixture 

 of candid objection with due praife, better 

 ferves the intereft of every fcience than 

 blind unqualified encomium upon it's pro- 

 feffors. Hence, rifing Genius may be 

 guarded againft the betraying influence of 

 enthufiaftic homage ; which, charmed by 

 general excellence, melts down particular 

 dcfecl in it's fhining rnafs. Sp doing, th 



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