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ambition. He could not have aimed at a grace more difficult of attainment, and his life was of too short a date to allow him to perfect such a taste ; but how far he was likely to have succeeded, the critic may judge from his productions.
I have found among his papers a novel, in rather an imperfect state, which, as soon as I have arranged and collected it, shall be submitted to the public eye.
Where Mr. Little was born, or what is the genealogy of his parents, are points in which very few readers can be interested. His life was one of those humble streams which have scarcely a name in the map of life, and the traveller may pass it by without inquiring its source or direction. His character was well known to all who were acquainted with him ; for he had too much vanity to hide its virtues, and not enough of art to conceal its defects. The lighter traits of his mind may be traced perhaps in his writings; but the few for which he was valued live only in the remembrance of his friends.
It is a curious illustration of the labour which duction of painful labour, pausing on every word, simplicity requires, that the Ramblers of Johnson, and balancing every sentence. elaborate as they appear, were written with It need scarcely be said that “Little" fluency, and seldom reqnired revision; while the the nom de plume of Moore himself, under which simple language of Rousseau, which seems to he published his juveuile poems. This Preface come flowing from the heart, was the slow pro- was prefixed to them.
TO J. ATKINSON, Esq.
MY DEAR SIR,
I feel a very sincere pleasure in dedicating to you the Second Edition of our friend Little's Poems. I am not unconscious that there are many in the collection which perhaps it would be prudent to have altered or omitted ; and, to say the truth, I more than once revised them for that purpose. But, I know not why, I distrusted either my heart or my judgment; and the consequence is, you have them in their original form :
*Non possunt nostros multæ, Faustine, lituræ
Emendare jocos; una litura potest.' I am convinced, however, that though not quite a casuiste relâché, you have charity enough to forgive such inoffensive follies : you know the pious Beza was not the less revered for those sportive juvenilia which he published under a fictitious name; nor did the levity of Bembo's poems prevent him from making a very good cardinal.
Believe me, my dear friend,
T. M. April 19, 1802.
FRAGMENTS OF COLLEGE EXERCISES.
Nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus. Juv.
Ask the proud train who glory's shade pursue,
Justum bellum quibus necessarium, et pia arma quibus nulla nisi in armis relinquitur
Is there no call, no consecrating cause,
TO A BOY, WITH A WATCH.
WRITTEN FOR A FRIEND.
Is it not sweet, beloved youth,
To rove through Erudition's bowers,
And gather Fancy's brilliant flowers ?
To feel thy parents' hearts approving,
The dear, the endless debt of loving ?
With this idea toil is lighter ;
And makes the flowers of Fancy brighter !
May sometimes teach thy soul to ponder,
Should ever tempt that soul to wander;
Can ne'er be chain'd by man's endeavour;
While heaven and virtue bloom for ever!
TO A LADY, WITH SOME MANUSCRIPT POEMS.
ON LEAVING THE COUNTRY.
WHEN, casting many a look behind,
I leave the friends I cherish here-
But surely finding none so dear-
Which votive thus I've traced for thee,
And steal a moment's thought for me.
Whose hearts are not of gentle mould,
With feeling tear, my song behold.
With pity, never melt with love;
And all my loving lays reprove.
But if, perhaps, some gentler mind,
Which rather loves to praise than blame,
And linger kindly on my name ;
By female lips my name be blest :
So sweetly as in woman's breast ?-
Her eye indulgent wanders o'er,
And bolder flights of fancy soar ;
And friendship oft his numbers move;
His sweetest song was given to LOVE !"
TO THE LARGE AND BEAUTIFUL
IN ALLUSION TO SOME PARTNERSHIP IN A LOTTERY SHARE.
Where in blanks and in prizes we deal ;
Should so long have remained in the wheel ?
To me such a ticket should roll,
For what could I do with the whole ?
IN ALLUSION TO SOME ILLIBERAL CRITICISMS.
Why, let the stingless critic chide