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With vigorous pennon a Rogers now soars,
And the regions of fancy with boldness explores:
No hackney'd effusions his pages debase,
The theme ever florid abounds with true grace;

His study has been not for quantum to strive,
But with beauties to keep the attention alive;
And the Pleasures of Memory still shall remain,
While mentally stamp'd in the flights of his brain;
Of Bards then I greet him, true star in our sphere,
With radiance poetic, most brilliantly clear.
Thus thy theme I must hail, pure indigenous plant
Of Parnassus' stream; and thy volume, though scant,
Is more precious to me than huge quarto well stor'd
By witling, who caters for fashion's dull board:
The latter nought beaming save brightness of paste;
While the former, a gem of first water enchas'd,

Sheds lustre unfaded, no cloud can o'ercast,
Since Fame to the verge of old Time still must last.
Thus ranks Poet Rogers, with mind chastely glowing:
Wou'd each bard, like him, was with genius o'erflowing!

The perspicuous manner in which Sir Noodle has delivered his opinion of Mr. Rogers's production needs no comment. I shall therefore dismiss the present note by requesting that if there be any lover of the Muse now existing, who has not feasted his mind upon the glowing numbers of this gentleman, he will forthwith make his peace with Apollo, by purchasing the Pleasures of Memory, which, once read, can never be forgotten.