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TO THE EARL OF
• Tu semper amoris Sis memor, et cari comitis ne abscedat Imago.'
Friend of my youth! when young we roved,
With Friendship's purest glow;
On mortals here below.
When distant far from you ;
And sigh again, Adieu !
Those scenes regretted ever;
And we may meet-ah! vever!
Together joined in vain;
Till mingled in the main !
Nor mingle as before;
And both shall quit the shore.
Now flow in different channels ;
Disdaining bumbler rural sports,
And shine in Fashion's annals.
Without the aid of Reason;
Nor left a thought to seize 01).
That he who sang before all;
As void of wit and moral.*
Repine not at thy lot;
And critics are forgot.
Bad rhymes, and those who write them ;
I really will not fight them.t
Of soch a young beginner;
A very hardened sinner. 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 morta! combat: if this ex. ample becomes prevalent, our periodical censors must be dipped in the River Styzfor what else can secure them from the numerous host of their enraged assailants ?
I must retarn to you,
Accept, then, my concession :
My Muse admires digression.
May regal smiles attend you !
If worth can recommend you.
Proin snares may Saints preserve you! And grant your love or friendship ne'er From any claim a kindred care,
But those who best deserve you.
May no delights decoy!
Your lears be tears of joy!
And virtues crown your brow;
Be still as you are now.
To me were doubly dear;
To prove a prophet here.
GRANTA, A MEDLEY.
Αργυρεαις λογχοισι μαχα και παντα Κρατησαις. .
Oh! could Le Sage's* demon's gift
Be realized at my desire,
To place it on St. Mary's spire.
Pedantic inmates full display ;
The price of venal votes to pay.
P-tty and P-Im-s-n survey;
Against the next elective day.
All lull’d in sleep, a goudly number !
Whose conscience wont disturb their slumber.
Fellows are sage reflecting men;
But very seldom, now and then.
Some pretty livings in disposal ;
And, therefore, smiles on his proposal.
I'll turn mine eye, as night grows later,
The studious sons of Alma Mater.
The candidate for college prizes
Goes late to bed, yet early rises.
He, surely, well deserves to gain them,
With all the honours of his college, Who, striving hardly to obtain them,
Thus seeks unprofitable knowledge ; Who sacrifices hours of rest
To scan, precisely, metres Attic; Or agitates his anxious breast
In solving problems mathematic; Who reads false quantities in Sele,"
Or puzzles o’er the deep triangle; Depriv'd of many a wholesome meal,
In barbarous Latint doom'd to wrangle; Renouncing every pleasing page
From authors of historic use; Preferring to the letter'd sage
The square of the hypothenuse. I Still harmless are these occupations,
That hurt none but the hapless student, Compared with other recreations,
Which bring together the imprudent ; Whose daring revels shock the sight,
When vice and infamy combine; When drunkenness and dice invite,
As every sense is steep'd in wine. Not so the methodistic crew,
Who plans of reformation lay; In humble attitude they sue,
And for the sins of others pray;-Forgetting that their pride of spirit,
Their exultation in their trial, Detracts most largely from the merit
Of all their boasted self-denial.
* 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.