A MANUAL, MORE ANCIENT THAN THE ART OF PRINTING, AND NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY CATALOGUE. THERE is a book, which we may (Its excellence is such) Alone a library, though small; The ladies thumb it much. call Words none, things numerous it contains; Ofttimes its leaves of scarlet hue A golden edging boast; Nor name, nor title, stamp'd behind, Adorns its outer part; A magazine of art. The whitest hands that secret hoard Oft visit; and the fair Preserve it in their bosoms stored, Thence implements of every size, And form'd for various use, (They need but to consult their eyes,) The largest and the longest kind A sort most needed by the blind, The full-charged leaf, which next ensues, The smaller sort, which matrons use, The third, the fourth, the fifth supply Perform a nicer task. Search Bodley's many thousands o'er ! No book is treasured there, Nor yet in Granta's numerous store, No!-rival none in either host Of this was ever seen, Or, that contents could justly boast, AN ENIGMA. A NEEDLE small, as small can be, As For little, and almost for nought, Yet though but little use we boast, Nor few artificers it asks, One fuses metal o'er the fire, The shears another plies, Who clips in lengths the brazen thread A fifth prepares, exact and round, The knob, with which it must be crown'd; His follower makes it fast: And with his mallet and his file To shape the point, employs awhile Now therefore! Edipus! declare SPARROWS SELF-DOMESTICATED IN TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. NONE ever shared the social feast, Where once Sir Isaac had his home, Their nests they weave in hope of crumbs, None more attentive to the call. Arrived, the pensionary band, FAMILIARITY DANGEROUS. As in her ancient mistress' lap They gave each other many a tap, But strife ensues. Puss waxes warm, And with protruded claws Ploughs all the length of Lydia's arm, Mere wantonness the cause. At once, resentful of the deed, She shakes her to the ground But, Lydia, bid thy fury rest; For she that will with kittens jest, |