He published a poem on War, which had a good deal of merit, and made me think more about him than I should otherwise have done.

But his Christianity was probably never very deeply rooted; and, like many others in those times of like shewy talents, he had not strength of character to withstand the effects of the French Revolution, and of the wild and lax opinions which had done so much towards producing it, and far more in carrying it forward in its extremes.

Poor Fawcett, I have been told, became pretty much such a person as I have described, and early disappeared from the stage, having fallen into habits of intemperance, which I have heard (though I will not answer for the fact) hastened his death.

Of him I need say no more.

There were many like him at that time, which the world will never be without, but which were more numerous then, for reasons too obvious to be dwelt upon.
_The Pastor_ .-- To what is said of the 'Pastor' in the poem, I have little to add but what may be deemed superfluous.