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Disdaining humbler rural sports,
'Tis mine to waste on love my time,
For Sense and Reason (critics know it)
Nor left a thought to seize on.
That he who sang before all;
And yet, while Beauty's praise is thine,
Repine not at thy lot;
Thy soothing lays may still be read,
Still I must yield those worthies merit,
Bad rhymes, and those who write them;
I really will not fight them.†
Of such a young beginner;
• These stanzas were written soon after the 'appearance of a severe critique in a Northern Review on a new publication of the British Anacreon.
↑ A bard (Horresco referens,) defied his reviewer to mortal combat: if this example becomes prevalent, our periodical censors must be dipped in the River Styx, for what else can secure them from the numerous host of their enraged assailants?
Now, I must return to you,
Accept, then, my concession:
In truth, dear ——————, in fancy's flight,
I think I said 'twould be your fate
May regal smiles attend you!
Yet, since in danger courts abound,
From shares may Saints preserve you! And grant your love or friendship ne'er From any claim a kindred care,
But those who best deserve you.
Not for a moment may you stray
May no delights decoy!
O'er roses may your footsteps move,
Oh! if you wish that happiness
Be still as you were wont to be
And though some trifling share of praise,
GRANTA, A MEDLEY.
Αργυρίαις λογχαισι μαχε και παντα Κράτησαις,
Oh! could Le Sage's demon's gift
Then would, unroof'd, old Granta's halls
Then would I view each rival wight,
P-tty and P-lm- -s-n survey;
Lo! candidates and voters lie
All lull'd in sleep, a goodly number!
Whose conscience wont disturb their slumber.
Lord H-, indeed, may not demur ;
But very seldom, now and then.
Some pretty livings in disposal;
And, therefore, smiles on his proposal.
Now, from the soporific scene
I'll turn mine eye, as night grows later,
The studious sons of Alma Mater.
The candidate for college prizes
The 'Diable Boiteux' of Le Sage, where Asmodeus, the demon, places Don Cleofas on an elevated situation, and unroofs the houses for his inspection.
He, surely, well deserves to gain them,
Who sacrifices hours of rest
In solving problems mathematic;-
Or puzzles o'er the deep triangle;
In barbarous Latin+ doom'd to wrangle;
Renouncing every pleasing page
From authors of historic use;
The square of the hypothenuse.
That hurt none but the hapless student,
Which bring together the imprudent ;-
When vice and infamy combine;
Who plans of reformation lay;
And for the sins of others pray ;-
Sele's publication on Greek metres displays considerable talent and ingenuity, but, as might be expected in so difficult a work, is not remarkable for accuracy. + The Latin of the schools is of the canine species, and not very intelligible. The discovery of Pythagoras, that the square of the hypothenuse is equal to the squares of the other two sides of a right-angled triangle.