Campbell in his pleasures of Hope hastouched the extreme of our Sensations —" Like Angel's visits, few & far between." Can you conceive any thing more sub::duing, more melting, more fraught withthe deep Sublime than that Line? – ButBurns — I confeſs my sense of his Pre-e::minence Miſs H.Heywood — If Scott has a fault,it is the want of Paſsion. — Tender, Elegant,Descriptive – but Tame. — The Man whocannot do justice to the attributes of Womanis my contempt. – Sometimes indeed a flashof feeling seems to irradiate ^himScott — as inthe Lines we were speaking of. –"Oh! Womanin our hours of Ease–––". But Burns isalways on fire. – His Soul was the Altarin which lovely Woman sat enshrined,his Spirit^^truly breathed the immortal Incencewhich is her Due.–––" "I have read severalof Burn'sPoems with great delight, said Charlotte as soon as she had time to speak, but I am not poetic enough to separatea Man'sPoetry entirely from his Cha::racter; – & poor Burns's known Irregu::larities, greatly interrupt my enjoymentof his Lines. — I a have¹ difficulty in dependingon the Truth of his Feelings as a Lover.I have not faith in the sincerity of theaffections of a Man of his Description. Hefelt & he wrote & he forgot." "Oh! no