That Wolfe on Heights of Abraham fell, To your reproach no more we tell: Canadia, you repaid us well With rearing Catherine Orkney. O Britain, guard with tenderest care The charge allotted to your share: You've scarce a native maid so fair, So good, as Catherine Orkney. TO T. STOTHARD, ESQ. _On His Illustrations of the Poems of Mr. Rogers_ (1833) Consummate Artist, whose undying name With classic Rogers shall go down to fame, Be this thy crowning work! In my young days How often have I with a child's fond gaze Pored on the pictured wonders[13] thou hadst done: Clarissa mournful, and prim Grandison! All Fielding's, Smollett's heroes, rose to view; I saw, and I believed the phantoms true. But, above all, that most romantic tale[14] Did o'er my raw credulity prevail, Where Glums and Gawries wear mysterious things, That serve at once for jackets and for wings. Age, that enfeebles other men's designs, But heightens thine, and thy free draught refines. In several ways distinct you make us feel-- _Graceful_ as Raphael, as Watteau _genteel_. Your lights and shades, as Titianesque, we praise; And warmly wish you Titian's length of days. [Footnote 13: Illustrations of the British Novelists.] [Footnote 14: Peter Wilkins.] TO A FRIEND ON HIS MARRIAGE (1833)