The following extract from an unpublished poem, called a Hymn to Venus, occurs in our manuscript, and justifies what has been said of the author’s abilities. “The various world thy various powers delight, Thy star precedes the morn, and gilds the night; Thee, when Aurora’s fingers paint the day, In the pure blush of morning we survey; Or throned with Phœbus as he sets in gold, Thy warmer glories in the West behold; Night’s radiant orbs in love and beauty roll, Love rules the sky, and Beauty lights the whole. What space contains, what ample air provides, What earth unbosoms, or what ocean hides, Thy power proclaims; each zephyr of the Spring, That fans the season with his purple wing, To Love belongs. Then each delightful bower Thy presence feels, confessing Beauty’s power, And blossoms into joy; the plumy throng, Beauty’s glad season welcome with their song, As instinct governs they select their loves, ’Twas Love thy sparrows paired, and yoked thy doves.” The conclusion is yet better. Hail Beauty, Nature, or whate’er thy name, Fair seed of Jove, immortal and the same, Informing soul, pure spirit unconfined, Pervading law, of matter and of mind, Eternal Truth! whose universal light Directs to happiness, and points the right!— To thee our vows we pay; to thee belong The hymn of praise and honorary song, Source of each wish, each pleasure, and each hope, Till kinder suns the rose of Passion ope; A rose without a thorn, that buds and blows, And takes the name of friendship as it grows; Virtue’s own zephyrs on her bosom play, An heaven-born flower, unconscious of decay. Then whether in Cythera’s suns you rove, Or seek the coolness of the Cyprian grove, Or Paphos choose, or wander with thy maids Where all Idalia opens all her shades, Chaste goddess come! and to our isle retire, Where Love at Hymen’s altars lights his fire; Where Virtue guards, and Beauty lifts her throne, Diana’s crescent with the Cyprian zone; Oh still on Britain goddess bend thy smiles, The Queen of Empire as the Queen of Isles, That takes like thee from silver seas her birth, To rule with equal power, and bless the earth. Britain for beauty as for arms renown’d, Victorious Mars by conquering Beauty crown’d; To Britain then thy gracious aid extend, And War’s own god shall Beauty’s cause defend.