FAIR Cousin, thy page is small to encage the thoughts which engage the mind of a sage, such as I am; 'Twere in teaspoon to take the whole Genevese lake, or a lap-dog to make the white Elephant sacred in Siam. Yet inadequate though to the terms strange and solemn that figure in polysyllabical row in a treatise: Still, true words and plain, of the heart, not the brain, in affectionate strain, this book to contain very meet is. So I promise to be a good Cousin to thee, and to keep safe the secret I heard, although ev'ry one know it; With a lyrical air my kind thoughts I would dare, and offer whate'er beseems the news, were I a poet. |