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    do not recollect any of importance , except the Devil and the dog Toby . Concerning thi $ Toby , I find it difficult to make up my mind , but I rather lean at present towards a coincidence with the opinion of Dr Parr , that he represents the remains of the ancient " Chorus . " In comparison with most of the other

    persons , especially the hero , he is certainly a very grave , moral , and respectable character . As to the other personage , it presents the original idea—one , which is not without some foundation in history—of the Devil being a female . I have , howler , no private reasons for thinking so , though it is manifestly the fact in this play , however uncommon the consequences . To he concluded next month .

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    I STRIVE to forget thee , and think of the past -4 ? a vision too bright and ecstatic to last ; I struggle to banish from memory ' s store The unfading remembrance of joys that are o ' er .

    Oh , could J but drink from some Lethean wave , Whose dark rolling stream in oblivion would lave All thought of the pleasures that once I enjoy'd , ^ hen no mixture of sorrow their sweetness all oy'd . When the sun ' s gorgeous splendours are gilding the west , And he sinks from his labours in glory to rest , I mark the bright scene in the thought that thy gaze Is directed , like mine , to the sun ' s fading rays .

    When night flings her mantle of darkness around , And in calm soothing slumber my senses are bound , In my dreams do I hear the sweet sound of thy voice , Which gently steals o ' er me and bids me rejoice ;

    And again am I cheer'd by the glance of thine eye Beaming lustrously bright as a star of the sky ; Bi $ sopn as the sun melts the vapours of night , The vision fantastic is borne from niy sigfyt .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1837, page 42, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1827/page/44/