I now quote a little Fragment in _blank verse_ from the same Letter: with a slight correction in a place or two where the distribution or mechanism of the lines was not exact. SUBJECT. _An Harvest Scene: describing Gleaners return'd from the Field_. --Welcome the Cot's Warm walls!... thrice welcome Rest, by toil endear'd; Each hard bed softening, healing every care. Sleep on, ye gentle souls ... Unapprehensive of the midnight thief! Or if bereft of all with pain acquir'd, Your fall, with theirs compar'd who sink from affluence, With hands unus'd to toil, and minds unus'd To bend, how little felt! how soon repair'd! The ear of the Author seems as sweetly attun'd to verse without as with Rhime: though his less practice has given him proportionally less exactness. It reminds one of the simple, tender, and flowing melody of the blank verse of ROWE: or of some of the affecting passages in the _Paradise Regain'd_ of MILTON. Sweetness, pastoral Content, the innocent and benevolent heart "_with a little pleas'd,_" breathe indeed through the Poems, and in the manners and conversation, of the Author of THE FARMER'S BOY. When the _Spirit_ of CHRISTIANITY declares "_blessed are the meek,_" every heart which considers what meekness is, feels the truth of that blessedness. It may smooth the way, and prevent impediments, which a different temper raises to temporal felicity: it certainly assures that Heaven which is _within_: and is a pledge and anticipation of the Heaven hereafter. It is pleasing to think on a remark of Mr. GEO. BLOOMFIELD concerning his Brother when he first went to LONDON. "I have him in my mind's eye a little Boy; not bigger than Boys generally are at twelve years old. When I met him and his Mother at the Inn, [Footnote: In Bishopsgate-street.] he strutted before us, dress'd just as he came from keeping Sheep, Hogs, &c.... his shoes fill'd full of stumps in the heels. He looking about him, slip'd up ... his nails were unus'd to a flat pavement. I remember viewing him as he scamper'd up ... how small he was. Little thought, that little fatherless Boy would be one day known and esteem'd by the most learned, the most respected, the wisest and the best men of the Kingdom." The brotherly overflowing of the heart in this passage I felt when I read the Letter (dated 27 _March_ last), and cannot deny to others the pleasure of feeling it.