ABSTRACT
Our author [Stoddart] launches out into the most indiscriminate and extravagant praise of the poets, Burns and Wordsworth, the former of whom he regards as the first of poets, and the latter as the genuine poet of nature. His incessant allusion to them is not less offensive than his unqualified praise. He may certainly be allowed to retain his own opinion of their merits, but he should not attempt, so dogmatically, to impose it upon others.
