Cuthbert Shaw, an unfortunate author of the Savage type, who wrote an affecting monody on the death of his wife;--Thomas Scott, author of 'Lyric Poems, Devotional and Moral: London, 1773;'--Edward Thompson, a native of Hull, and author of some tolerable sea-songs;--Henry Headley, a young man of uncommon talents, a pupil of Dr Parr in Norwich, who, when only twenty-one, published 'Select Beauties of the Ancient English Poets,' accompanied by critical remarks discovering rare ripeness of mind for his years, who wrote poetry too, but was seized with consumption, and died at twenty-two;--Nathaniel Cotton, the physician, under whose care, at St Alban's, Cowper for a time was;--William Hayward Roberts, author of 'Judah Restored,' a poem of much ambition and considerable merit;--John Bampfylde, who went mad, and died in that state, after having published, when young, some sweet sonnets, of which the following is one:-- 'Cold is the senseless heart that never strove With the mild tumult of a real flame; Rugged the breast that music cannot tame, Nor youth's enlivening graces teach to love The pathless vale, the long-forsaken grove, The rocky cave that bears the fair one's name, With ivy mantled o'er. For empty fame Let him amidst the rabble toil, or rove In search of plunder far to western clime. Give me to waste the hours in amorous play With Delia, beauteous maid, and build the rhyme, Praising her flowing hair, her snowy arms, And all that prodigality of charms, Formed to enslave my heart, and grace my lay;'-- Lord Chesterfield, who wrote some lines on 'Beau Nash's Picture at full length, between the Busts of Newton and Pope at Bath,' of which this is the last stanza-- 'The picture placed the busts between, Adds to the thought much strength; Wisdom and Wit are little seen, But Folly's at full length;'-- Thomas Penrose, who is more memorable as a warrior than as a poet, having fought against Buenos Ayres, as well as having written some elegant war-verses;--Edward Moore, a contributor to the _World_;--Sir John Henry Moore, a youth of promise, who died in his twenty-fifth year, leaving behind him such songs as the following:-- 'Cease to blame my melancholy, Though with sighs and folded arms I muse with silence on her charms; Censure not--I know 'tis folly; Yet these mournful thoughts possessing, Such delights I find in grief That, could heaven afford relief, My fond heart would scorn the blessing;'--