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seem merely fanciful; but it certainly appears to me such an opportunity as seldom occurs, of cheering a noble mind struggling under misfortunes, by one of the most delicate, but most expressive tokens of public sympathy. It is difficult, however, to estimate a man of genius properly who is daily before our eyes. He becomes mingled and confounded with other men. His great qualities lose their novelty, and we become too familiar with the common materials which form the basis even of the loftiest character. Some of Mr Roscoe's townsmen may regard him merely as a man of business; others as a politician; all find him engaged like themselves in ordinary occupations, and surpassed, perhaps, by themselves on some points of worldly wisdom. Even that amiable and unostentatious simplicity of character, which gives the nameless grace to real excellence, may cause him to be undervalued by some coarse minds, who do not know that true worth is always void of glare and pretension. But the man of letters who speaks of Liverpool, speaks of it as the residence of Roscoe. — The intelligent traveller who visits it, inquires where Roscoe 'is to be seen.—He is the literary landmark of the place, indicating its existence to the distant scholar. — He is, like Pompey's column at Alexandria, towering alone in classic dignity.
The following sonnet, addressed by Mr Roscoe to his books on parting with them, is alluded to in the preceding article. If any thing can add effect to the pare feeling and elevated thought here displayed, it is the conviction, that the whole is no effusion of fancy, but a faithful transcript from the writer's heart:
TO MY BOOKS.
As one, who, destined from his friends to part,
Regrets his loss, but hopes again erewhile
To share their converse and enjoy their smile,
Teachers of wisdom, who could once beguile
My tedious hours, and lighten every toil,
For pass a few short years, or days, or hours,
And all your sacred fellowship restore; When, freed from earth, unlimited its powers, Mind shall with mind direct communion hold,
And kindred spirits meet to part no more.