[Footnote 1: A second edition of this work, of which the title is, _Letters, etc., translated from the French of Jean Jacques Rousseau_, was published in London, in 1784. It is, probably, a literary forgery.] ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING, [i] ADDRESSED TO MISS----. Dear simple girl, those flattering arts, (From which thou'dst guard frail female hearts,)[ii] Exist but in imagination, Mere phantoms of thine own creation; [iii] For he who views that witching grace, That perfect form, that lovely face, With eyes admiring, oh! believe me, He never wishes to deceive thee: Once in thy polish'd mirror glance [iv] Thou'lt there descry that elegance Which from our sex demands such praises, But envy in the other raises.-- Then he who tells thee of thy beauty, [v] Believe me, only does his duty: Ah! fly not from the candid youth; It is not flattery,--'tis truth. [vi] July, 1804. [Footnote i: _Answer to the above._ [4to] ] [Footnote ii: _From which you'd._ [4to] ] [Footnote iii: _Mere phantoms of your own creation; For he who sees_. [4to]] [Footnote iv: _Once let you at your mirror glance You'll there descry that elegance,_ [4to]] [Footnote v: _Then he who tells you of your beauty._ [4to]] [Footnote vi: _It is not flattery, but truth_. [4to]] ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS AT A GREAT PUBLIC SCHOOL. [1] Where are those honours, IDA! once your own, When Probus fill'd your magisterial throne? As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace, Hail'd a Barbarian in her Cæsar's place, So you, degenerate, share as hard a fate, And seat _Pomposus_ where your _Probus_ sate. Of narrow brain, yet of a narrower soul, [i] Pomposus holds you in his harsh controul; Pomposus, by no social virtue sway'd, With florid jargon, and with vain parade; With noisy nonsense, and new-fangled rules, (Such as were ne'er before enforc'd in schools.) [ii] Mistaking _pedantry_ for _learning's_ laws, He governs, sanction'd but by self-applause; With him the same dire fate, attending Rome, Ill-fated Ida! soon must stamp your doom: Like her o'erthrown, for ever lost to fame, No trace of science left you, but the name, HARROW, July, 1805.