return from Brazil." Had he written travels instead of verses, he might have secured for himself a lasting and respectful remembrance. It is a vexatious thought, that the man who possessed knowledge, by which you might have been benefitted, and for which you would have been thankful, should have employed his time in producing poems for which nobody cares.
Of the man who has given name to such a satire as Macfleckno, these notices, trifling as they are, will not be thought wholly worthless.
I will add one quotation more; it is from an invocation to Silence.
Sacred Silence, thou that art
Flood-gate of the deepest heart,
Offspring of a heavenly kind,
Frost of the mouth, and thaw of the mind,
Admiration's readiest tongue.
63. Defence of Popery.
Father Parsons has been modest
