The pause on the first syllable of the verse has been an admir'd beauty in Homer and Milton. [Greek: Nux ech d'espchsen enchos.] II. And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike. P.L. We have this beauty,--coinciding with the best examples, though underiv'd from them,--in a cadence of most pathetic softness. Joys which the gay companions of her prime Sip, as they drift along the stream of time. III. v. 169, 70. The beautiful Description of the Swine and Pigs feeding on fallen Acorns reminds me of a most picturesque one, not now at hand, in GILPIN on _Forest Scenery_. The turn of this thought, Say not, I'll come and cheer thy gloomy cell. III. v. 241, &c. I believe is from Scripture. Prov. iii. 28. And so I think certainly is that, 'Till Folly's wages, wounds and thorns, they reap. III. 37. But the most remarkable of all, and where I had no expectation of finding a similitude, is in near the close of the _Winter_. Far yet above these wafted clouds are seen (In a remoter sky yet more serene) Others, detach'd in ranges through the air, Spotless as snow, and countless as they're fair; Scatter'd immensely wide from east to west, _The beauteous semblance of a Flock at rest_. IV. 255--60. In HERCULES the LION-SLAYER there is this passage: ........ Tad epaeluthe piona maela, Ech soianaes anionia mei aulia ie saechsie, Ayiar epeiia soes, mala muriai, akkai ep allais Erchomenai phainonth, osei NEPHE HYDATOENTA 'Hossat' en thrano eisi elaunomena prolepose Aee Noloioio ziae ae Thraekos Boreao. Ton meni thlis arithmos en aeeri ginei ionion, Oui anusis lisa gar ie meia proloioi chulindei Is anemth, iade i alla chorusselai authis ep allois Toss aiei melopisthe zoon epi zthcholi aeei. Pan dar eneplaesthae pedion, pasaile cheleuthai, Aaeidos erchomenaes. HAERAKL. LEONTOPH. Idyll. Theocrito adscriptum. Brunckii Analect. I. 360. ........ On came the comely sheep, From feed returning to their pens and fold. And these the _Kine_, in multitudes, succeed; One on the other rising to the eye; As watery CLOUDS which in the Heavens are seen, Driven by the south or Thracian _Boreas, And, numberless, along the sky they glide:_ Nor cease; so many doth the powerful Blast Speed foremost, and so many, fleece on fleece, Successive rise, reflecting varied light So still the herds of Kine successive drew A far extended line: and fill'd the plain, And all the pathways, with the coming troop. * * * * * I may possibly enlarge these Remarks in a future Edition. At present I am happy to be stopt here, by so good a cause as the urgency of the Publishers to complete a Third Edition; they informing me that the second is entirely out of print. But it is pleasant to see these Coincidences with CLASSIC POETS of other days and Nations in a CLASSIC of our own, of the best School: "_The fields his study, Nature was his book_." C.L.