Turtle doves have long been celebrated for their fidelity; and this turtle dove, though he flirts, en passant,² with a sky lark, a jay, and a quail, does not materially discredit the famed constancy of his species, these birds being all coquettes,³ but when he meets (as he fortunately does) with an amiable dove-mate, he is as faithful as any turtle, of any grove. The author had probably some meaning, and intended to illustrate some moral, in this poem: but our dullness is at a loss to discover either. The secret, therefore, must remain in his own bosom. As for the translator, his humility deserves encouragement: he should be truly flattered, (he says,) 'were it permitted him to believe that his copy displayed any of the artless graces of the original.' It is with pleasure that we assure this humble copyist, that we think full as well of his translation as we do of the original.