both literary and intelligent, spoke in high commendation of my volume, and if I recollect right, expressed a desire to have some poems printed in the same type and form. Who these young men were I knew not at the time, but the communication of the circumstance was to me most gratifying; and how much more gratifying, when, from one of them, after he himself had achieved the fame of one of the most virtuous and eloquent of the writers in his generation, I received a first visit at my parsonage in Wiltshire upwards of forty years afterwards! It was ROBERT SOUTHEY. We parted in my garden last year, when stealing time and sorrow had marked his still manly, but most interesting countenance.[5]--Therefore,
TO
ROBERT SOUTHEY,
WHO HAS EXHIBITED IN HIS PROSE WORKS, AS IN HIS LIFE,
THE PURITY AND VIRTUES OF ADDISON AND LOCKE,
AND IN HIS POETRY THE IMAGINATION
AND SOUL OF SPENSER,
