The genius unfolded, even at the early age of nineteen, in the publication of his Lyrical Poetry, may well rank him with Chatterton and Kirke White. To the latter, indeed, (whose talents, in our opinion, have been much overrated, in consequence of the merit of his disposition,) we think Neele decidedly superior in every respect; and though he could not cope with the "marvellous boy" in the splendour of his endowments, yet there was a remarkable resemblance in the gloomy temperament of their minds, and in their sad and permature demise. Each fell the victim of his own over-wrought imagination,
Like a tree,
That with the rich weight of its golden fruitage
Is bent down to the dust.