“Born in America, in Europe bred,
In Afric travell’d, and in Asia wed,
Where long he liv’d and thriv’d; at London dead.
Much Good, some Ill he did: so hope all’s even,
And that his soul thro’ Mercy’s gone to Heav’n.”
TO CORRESPONDENTS.
The “Lines to M. S.” and “A Sabbath Morning,” were received too late for insertion. They shall appear soon.
The “Lover’s Avowal,” is not after the present fashion.
“Little Jane” is wanting in dignity.
O.’s piece is rejected. We felt ourselves somewhat endangered in the perusal, particularly in the stormy parts of it.