OH, could my mind, unfolded in my page, Enlighten climes, and mould a future age! There as it glow'd, with noblest phrenzy fraught, Dispense the treasures of exalted thought; To virtue wake the pulses of the heart, And bid the tear of emulation start! Oh, could it still, through each succeeding year, Yet should this verse, my leisure's best resource, When through the world it steals its secret course, Revive but once a generous wish supprest, Chase but a sigh, or charm a care to rest; In one good deed a fleeting hour employ, Or flush one faded cheek with honest joy; S. R. ANALYSIS OF THE FIRST PART. The Poem begins with the description of an obscure village, and of the pleasing melancholy which it excites on being revisited after a long absence. Thi mixed sensation is an effect of the Memory. From an effect we naturally ascend to the cause; and the subject proposed is then unfolded, with an investigation of the nature and leading principles of this faculty. It is evident that there is a continued succession of ideas in the mind, and that they introduce each other with a certain degree of regularity. Their complexion depends greatly on the different perceptions of pleasure and pain which we receive through the medium of sense; and, in return, they have a considerable influence on the animal economy. They are sometimes excited by sensible objects, and sometimes by an internal operation of the mind. Of the former species is most probably the memory of brutes; and its many sources of pleasure to them, as well as to ourselves, are considered in the first part. The latter is the most perfect degree of Memory, and forms the subject of the second. When ideas have any relation whatever, they are attrac tive of each other in the mind; and the perception of any object, naturally leads to the idea of another, which |