and seduce. But his health continually declined, and he grew more and more burthensome to himself. To what I have formerly said of his writings may be added, that his diction was often harsh, unskilfully laboured, and injudiciously selected. He affected the obsolete when it was not worthy of revival; and he puts his words out of the common order, seeming to think, with some later candidates for fame, that not to write prose, is certainly to write poetry. His lines commonly are of slow motion, clogged and impeded with clusters of consonants. As men are often esteemed who cannot be loved, so the poetry of Collins may sometimes extort · praise when it gives little pleasure. Mr. Collins' first production is added here from the "Poetical Calendar:" TO MISS AURELIA C - R, ON HER WEEPING AT HER SISTER'S WEDDING. CEASE, fair Aurelia! cease to mourn! You may be happy in your turn, With Love united Hymen stands, And softly whispers to your charms; "Meet but your lover in my bands, You'll find your sister in his arms." A monument of the most exquisite workmanship has been erected to Collins in the Chichester Cathedral, by public subscription. He is finely represented as just recovered from a wild fit of phrensy, to which he was unhappily subject, and in a calm and reclining posture seeking refuge from his misfortunes in the consolations of the Gospel, while his lyre and one of the first of his poems lie neglected on the ground. Above are two beautiful figures of Love and Pity entwined in each other's arms; while beneath is the following inscription: THIS MONUMENT WAS ERECTED BY A VOLUNTARY SUBSCRIPTION WHO WAS BORN IN THIS CITY MDCCXXI AND DIED IN A HOUSE ADJOINING TO THE CLOYSTERS OF THIS CHURCH MDCCLVI The whole was executed by the ingenious Flaxman, at Tho' Nature gave him, and tho' Science taught He pass'd in madd'ning pain life's fev'rish dream, Who touch'd the tend'rest notes of Pity's lyre; Sought on one Book his troubled mind to rest, B |