own laws and in her own spirit, a creative faculty. In what manner Fancy ambitiously aims at a rivalship with the Imagination, and Imagination stoops to work with the materials of Fancy, might be illustrated from the compositions of all eloquent writers, whether in prose or verse; and chiefly from those of our own Country. Scarcely a page of the impassioned parts of Bishop Taylor's Works can be opened that shall not afford examples.—Referring the Reader to those inestimable Volumes, I will content myself with placing a conceit (ascribed to Lord Chesterfield) in contrast with a passage from the Paradise Lost;
"The dews of the evening most carefully shun,
They are the tears of the sky for the loss of the Sun."
After the transgression of Adam, Milton, with other appearances of sympathizing Nature, thus marks the immediate consequence,
"Sky lowered, and muttering thunder, some sad drops
Wept at completion of the mortal sin."
