I delight in his deep and tender piety, and his spirit of exquisite sympathy with whatever is lovely and grand in the breathing universe around us.

(Vol.i.p.

86.) * * * * * (_m_) ANECDOTE OF CRABBE.
FROM 'DIARY OF SIR WALTER SCOTT.' Talking of Wordsworth, he [W.] told Anne a story, the object of which, as she understood it, was to show that Crabbe had no imagination.
Crabbe, Sir George Beaumont, and Wordsworth were sitting together in Murray's room in Albemarle-street.

Sir George, after sealing a letter, blew out the candle which had enabled him to do so, and exchanging a look with Wordsworth, began to admire in silence the undulating thread of smoke which slowly arose from the expiring wick, when Crabbe put on the extinguisher.

Anne laughed at the instance, and inquired if the taper was wax; and being answered in the negative, seemed to think that there was no call on Mr.Crabbe to sacrifice his sense of smell to their admiration of beautiful and evanescent forms.