E ach varying passion, from the bosom warm,
S ilently ye express what language ne'er, can tell.
C.J.T.
VOLTAIRE.
When Voltaire was once ridiculing our immortal author of "Paradise Lost," in the presence of Dr. Young, it is said the latter delivered the following extempore:
"Thou art so witty, profligate, and thin,
Thou seem'st a Milton, with his Death and Sin."
R.Y.