Mr. Charles Lloyd, whose Blank Verse we noticed on a former occasion, has written a few Lines suggested by the Fast, on Feb. 27, 1799. We observe the same whining, metaphysical rant in these lines, which has disgusted us before. Mr. L. seems to be one of the many "sentimentalists," who, feeling themselves animated by the rich poetry of Mr. Southey, fancy themselves endued with his genius, his taste, and his talents: this is a miserable delusion, and ought to be done away.