An Epic Poem, by a Youth under Age, has been this Year added to the long List of premature Wonders. The Poet, who produced the following Simile, is well worth looking after.
In the English forts,
Sad was the scene. There the livelong night
Steals in the stragling fugitive; as when,
Past is the storm, and o'er the azure sky,
Serenely shines the sun; with every breeze
The waving branches drop their gather'd rain,
Renewing the remembrance of the storm.