Then again, when the heavens wear a more gloomy aspect, the winds whistle and the waters spout, I see you in the well-known cleugh, beneath the solemn arch of tall, thick, embowering trees, listening to the amusing lull of the many steep, moss-grown cascades; while deep, divine contemplation, the genius of the place, prompts each swelling, awful thought. I am sure you would not resign your place in that scene at an easy rate:--None ever enjoyed it to the height you do, and you are worthy of it. There I walk in spirit, and disport in its beloved gloom. This country I am in is not very entertaining; no variety but that of woods, and them we have in abundance. But where is the living stream? the airy mountain? or the hanging rock? with twenty other things that elegantly please the lover of Nature. Nature delights me in every form. I am just now painting her in her most luxurious dress; for my own amusement, describing winter as it presents itself. After my first proposal of the subject-- I sing of winter, and his gelid reign; Nor let a ryming insect of the spring Deem it a barren theme, to me 'tis full Of manly charms: to me, who court the shade, Whom the gay seasons suit not, and who shun The glare of summer. Welcome, kindred glooms! Drear awful wintry horrors, welcome all! &c. After this introduction, I say, which insists for a few lines further, I prosecute the purport of the following ones:-- Nor can I, O departing Summer! choose But consecrate one pitying line to you: Sing your last temper'd days and sunny balms, That cheer the spirits and serene the soul.