Samuel Rogers

Richard Cumberland, in Memoirs (1807; 1856) 317-18.

I can visit the justly-admired author of The Pleasures of Memory, and find myself with a friend who, together with the brightest genius, possesses elegance of manners and excellence of heart. He tells me he remembers the day of our first meeting at Mr. Dilly's; I also remember it, and though his modest unassuming nature held back and shrunk from all appearances of ostentation and display of talents, yet even then I take credit for discovering a promise of good things to come, and suspected him of holding secret commerce with the Muse, before the proof appeared in shape of one of the most beautiful and harmonious poems in our language. I do not say that he has not ornamented the age age he lives in, though he were to stop where he is, but I hope he will not so totally deliver himself over the the Arts as to neglect the Muses; and I now publically call upon Samuel Rogers to answer to his name, and stand forth in the title page of some future work that shall be in substance greater, in dignity of subject more sublime, and in purity of versification not less charming than his poem above mentioned.