COLDS NTH.
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The, following estimate of the writings of this
pleasing poet, from the pen Of Cumberland, will
be perused with pleasure.


There is something in Goldsmith's prose
that to my ear is uncommonly sweet and
harmonious; it is clear, simple. easy to be
understood we never want to read his
period twice over, except for the pleasure
Iit bestows. Obscurity never calls US back
to repetition of it. That he was a Poet
there is no doubt, but the paucity of his
verses does not allow US to rank him in
that high station where his genius might
have carried him. There must be bulk,
variety, and grandeur of design, to con-
llsttute first-rate Poet. The deserted
Village Traveller and Hermit are all
specimens, beautiful as such, but they are
only BIRDS eggs on a string, and eggs Of


small birds too! One great magnificent


whole must be accomplished before we