stagger her by the number of his Quo::tations, & the bewilderment of some ofhis sentences. — "Do you remember, said he,Scott's beautiful Lines on the Sea? – Oh! whata description they convey! — They are neverout of my Thoughts when I walk here. —That Man who can read them unmovedmust have the nerves of an Aſsaſsin! — Heaven defend me from meeting sucha Man un-armed!" — "What descriptiondo you mean? – said Charlotte. I remembernone at this moment, of the Sea, in eitherof Scott's Poems." ––– "Do not you indeed? — — Nor can I exactly recall the beginningat this moment ––– But — you cannothave forgotten his description of Woman. —"Oh! Woman in our Hours of Ease –––"Delicious! Delicious! — Had he writtennothing more, he w^d .would have been Immortal. And then again, that unequalled, unrivalled Addreſs to Parental affection –––"Some feelings are to Mortals givenWith leſs of Earth in them than Heaven" &cBut while we are on the subject of Poetry,what think you Miſs H.Heywood of Burns Linesto his Mary?" –––"Oh! ^^{there is} Pathos that^^to maddens one! — If everthere was a Man who felt, it was Burns. —Montgomery has all the Fire of Poetry,Wordsworth has the true soul of it —