s. Poets
are not ideal beings; but have their prose-sides, like the commonest of
the people. We often hear persons say, What they would have given to
have seen Shakspeare! For my part, I would give a great deal not to have
seen him; at least, if he was at all like any body else that I have ever
seen. But why should he; for his works are not! This is, doubtless, one
great advantage which the dead have over the living. It is always
fortunate for ourselves and others, when we are prevented from
exchanging admiration for knowledge. The splendid vision that in youth
haunts our idea of the poetical character, fades, upon acquaintance,
into the light of common day; as the azure tints that deck the
mountain's brow are lost on a nearer approach to them. It is well,
according to the moral of one of the Lyrical Ballads,--"To leave Yarrow
unvisited." But to leave this "face-making," and begin.--

I am a great admirer of the female writers of the present day; they
appear to me like so many modern Muses. I could be in love with Mrs.
Inchbald, romantic with Mrs. Radcliffe, and sarcastic with Madame
D'Arblay: but they are novel-writers, and, like Audrey, may "thank the
Gods for not having made them poetical." Did any one here ever read Mrs.
Leicester's School? If they have not, I wish they would; there will be
just time before the next three volumes of the Tales of My Landlord come
out. That is not a school of affectation, but of humanity. No one can
think too highly of the work, or highly enough of the author.

The first poetess I can recollect is Mrs. Barbauld, with whose works
I became acquainted before those of any other author, male or female,
when I was learning to spell words of one syllable in her story-books
for children. I became acquainted with her poetical works long after in
Enfield's Speaker; and remember being much divided in my opinion at that
time, between her Ode to Spring and Collins's Ode to Evening. I wish I
could repay my childish debt of gratitude in terms of appropriate
praise. She is a very pretty poetess; and, to my fancy, strews the
flowers of poetry most agreeably round the borders of religious
controversy. She is a neat and pointed prose-writer. Her "Thoughts on
the Inconsistency of Human Expectations," is one of the most ingenious
and sensible essays in the language. There is the same idea in one of
Barrow's Sermons.

Mrs. Hannah More is another celebrated modern poetess, and I believe
st