There is a sucking epic poet at Granta, a Mr. Townsend, protege of the late Cumberland. Did you ever hear of him and his "Armageddon"? I think his plan (the man I don't know) borders on the sublime: though, perhaps, the anticipation of the "Last Day" (according to you Nazarenes) is a little too daring: at least, it looks like telling the Lord what he is to do, and might remind an ill-natured person of the line,
And fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
But I don't mean to cavil, only other folks will, and he may bring all the lambs of Jacob Behmen about his ears. However, I hope he will bring it to a conclusion, though Milton is in his way.