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If man enslave the female mind, It only leans as he's inclined; The difference, then, not wide would seem 'Twixt me and those who vainly dream ; And thus the case.-a few words show itThe MIND'S THE SAME-but I best know it. CHAPTER VIII.

In the previous pages of these memoirs, I endeavoured to give a brief account of the most probable origin of my scribbling propensities. Before I was eighteen years of age, I began to send verses and other articles to various periodical publications; and these procured me at times the knowing of many ingenions people, and most valuable friends. I shall only occasionally mention a few out of the great number I have met with. All persons of fifty and upwards, who were then in the habit of reading the annual diaries, may possibly remember, amongst the contributors to those pages, the assumed names of Tasso and Doctor Conundrum. About twenty years after that period, I was at Torrington in Devonshire, when a gentleman was poisted out to me as a frequent correspondent to publications of the kind alluded to. I met him one day by accident, having previously been introduced to him by our mutual friend Doctor Waldon; and after moving

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my bat, spoke to him to this effect :- "Sir, I believe I have the pleasure of addressing myself to a contributor to the Ladies' Diary; I cannot say I remember seeing your name there !

" Oh ! sir, (ho replied) perhaps you may recollect the name of Tasso !" “ Very well indeed sir!" and I imme, diately repeated to him some verses of his writing, which I had formerly admired, and still remembered. We became friends, and remained so till his death. His name was Colby; a sensible man, and an excellent Surgeon ; he left behind him a son, who I believe still resides at Torrington, acquainted with and allied to some of the first families in the town and neighbourhood.

I will now speak further of another Diarian already mentioned, Doctor Conundrum. I had been two or three seasons in Taunton before 1 discovered this personage in the master of a grammar school, of first-rate importance, Mr. Henry Norris. He was a man of retired habits, and of unassuming worth :-ho knew, and taught many languages,-yet never seemed to make any display of his great talents. Perhaps, many Diarians still alive, may recollect with pleasure the poetical courtship carried on between him and Miss Peggy Lugg, of Penryn in Cornwall. It delighted the readers of the Ladies' Diaries for several years, and many of them thought it matter of fact, and I was one of the number so agrecably deceived. Alas! the doctor was already married, and father of a fine family! At last, the doctor thought proper to put an end to their annual courtship, by coming to the point, and writing to the following effect. 'Tis more than

forty years since I last saw the verses, yet I remember the substance of them. They began thus –

" When our aptedeluvian forefathers woo'a,
“ Half a century elapsed ere ibeir buptials ensned ;
Nor bad they much cause to be sparing of time,
• When a girl of one bupdred was jäst in ber prime !
“ But now that oor vigour more quiokly decays,
" And a woman at forty has seen ber best days !"

He then began to reason with the lady about the impropricty of going on dilly dally year after year; that it behoved them both to conclude the courtship by making up the match ! That his attachment was so sincere, time could not abate it! so disinterested, that though poor bimself, if possessed of her, he should be rich beyond expression! if others boasted of pearls, he would proudly display her teeth! if they talked of diamonds, he would gladly point out the brilliancy of her eyes! and he most earnestly entreated her not to delay the match any longer, lest he should be under the necessity of hobbling to church with crutches, and obliged to rock the cradle with gouty feet! Alas ! how uncertain are all sublunary joys ! Poor dear lady! the unfortunate Miss Peggy was suddenly informied, that the sighing and too insinuating doctor was a married man !! What afterwards befel, remains unknown ! The love-sick lady's wedding garments were laid aside with the old almanacks that boro witness of the long continuod courtship!




The Epic Poets, one and all,

And frequently tautologize,
When great things they compare with small.
'Twas Homer's way, and Virgil's too ;

There's no exception due
To any of the tribe

When this their drift,
From MILTON* down to that great scribe

Who wrote Tom HICK-A-THRIFT !
Thus, of the same necessity aware-
Thus circumscribed the Muse is to a tittle,
When now she would

Small things to great, or great with little.
So BURR, as Manager, our hero here;
A great man figured-in a little sphere !
His province weak, and narrow, to be sure,
Yet still a world in minature !
And he a king, “in little,” might be term'd ;-

*“So, if great things to small may be compared,

“Xerxes, the liberties of Greece to yoke, &o," Vide, also, b. 6. v. 311.--Ditto, b. 2. v. 921.-Again, Par. Regained, b. 4, v. 563.-Par, Lost, b. 10. v, 306.

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