ADVERTISEMENT. HE following Sketches were the production of untutored youth, commenced in his twelfth, and occasionally resumed by the author till his twentieth year; since which time, his talents having been wholly directed to the attainment of excellence in his profession, he has been deprived of the leisure requisite to such a revisal of these sheets as might have rendered them less unfit to meet the public eye. Conscious of the irregularities and defects to be found in almost every page, his friends have still believed that they possessed a poetical originality which merited some respite from oblivion. These their opinions remain, however, to be now reproved or confirmed by a less partial public. O TO SPRING. THOU with dewy locks, who lookest down turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring! The hills tell each other, and the listening Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Ch, deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour Thy golden crown upon her languished head, O TO SUMMER. THOU who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchedst here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream! Our bards are famed who strike the silver wire : TO AUTUMN. AUTUMN, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit And all the daughters of the year shall dance ! “The narrow bud opens her beauties to |