O DE ON THE DEATH of Mr. THOMSON. By Mr. COLLINS. [The scene of the following ftanzas is supposed to lie on the Thames near Richmond.] IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where flowly winds the ftealing wave! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds May love thro' life the foothing shade. * The harp of ÆOLUS, of which fee a description in the CASTLE OF INDOLENCE. Then maids and youths fhall linger here, To hear the Woodland Pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft fhall haunt the shore When Thames in fummer wreaths is dreft, And oft fufpend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest! And oft as Eafe and Health retire The friend shall view yon whitening spire *, But Thou, who own'ft that earthy bed, That mourn beneath the gliding fail! Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye Shall fcorn thy pale fhrine glimm❜ring near? With him, fweet bard, may Fancy die, And Joy defert the blooming year. RICHMOND Church. But thou, lorn ftream, whofe fullen tide And fee the fairy valleys fade, Dun Night has veil'd the folemn view! Yet once again, dear parted shade, The genial meads affign'd to bless Long, long, thy ftone, and pointed clay, AN ESSAY ON THE PLAN AND CHARACTER OF THOMSON'S SEASONS. WHEN a work of art to mafterly execution adds novelty of defign, it demands not only a cursory admiration, but fuch a mature enquiry into the principles upon which it has been formed, as may determine how far it deferves to be received as a model for future attempts in the fame walk. Originals are always rare productions. The performances of artifts in general, even of those who ftand high in their respective claffes, are only imitations; which have more or lefs merit, in proportion to the degree of fkill and judgment with |