I am much obliged to you for your free criticisms on my last song; but I must assure you I have never seen a line of Bloomfield's “Highland Drover.” I was sensible of the two first lines of the last verses being similar to “Dark lours the night;” but I really think they are as much mine as Ossian's, MacPherson's, or anybody's. However, if you think they will be found fault with, I shall inclose them with inverted commas. You mention “scath'd oak” as being nothing new. You are right; but because one writer may have said “whistling wind,” “dreary night,” “gloomy winter,” and so on, is that enough to prevent others ever after from using the same epithets? No; if one was thus bracketted, it would be impossible to write anything at all; but by this time you are convinced, and I will drop it.