ΤΟ SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS. DEAR SIR, I CAN have no expectations in an addrefs of this kind, either to add to your reputation, or to establish my own. You can gain nothing from my admiration, as I am ignorant of that art in which you are faid to excel; and I may lofe much by the severity of your judgment, as few have a jufter tafte in poetry than you. Setting interest therefore afide, to which I never paid much attention, I must be indulged at present in following my affections. The only dedication I ever made was to my brother, because I loved him better than moft other men. He is fince dead. Permit me to infcribe this Poem to you. How far you may be pleased with the versification and mere mechanical parts of this attempt, I do not pretend to inquire; but I know you will object (and indeed feveral of our beft and wifeft friends concur in the opinion) that the depopulation it deplores deplores is no where to be feen, and the disorders it laments are only to be found in the poet's own imagination. To this I can fcarcely make any other anfwer than that I fincerely believe what I have written; that I have taken all poffible pains, in my country excursions, for these four or five years past, to be certain of what I alledge, and that all my views and inquiries have led me to believe thofe miferies real which I here attempt to display. But this is not the place to enter into an inquiry, whether the country be depopulating or not; the difcuffion would take up much room, and I should prove myfelf, at beft, an indifferent politician, to tire the reader with a long preface, when I want his unfa tigued attention to a long poem. In regretting the depopulation of the country, I inveigh against the increase of our luxuries; and here alfo I expect the fhout of modern politicians against me. For twenty or thirty years paft, it has been the fashion to confider luxury as one of the greatest national advantages; and all the wifdom of antiquity in that particular, as erroneous. Still, however, I must remain a profeffed ancient on that head, and continue to think thofe luxuries prejudicial to states by which so many vices are introduced, and fo many kingdoms have been undone. Indeed, fo much has been poured out of late on the other fide of the queftion, that, merely for the fake of novelty and variety, TO DR. GOLDSMITH, AUTHOR OF THE DESERTED VILLAGE, BY MISS AIKIN, AFTERWARDS MRS. BARBAULD. IN vain fair Auburn weeps her defert plains; THE THE DESERTED VILLAGE. SWEET AUBURN ! lovelieft village of the plain, The decent church that topt the neighb'ring hill, A |