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Aware then how much danger intervenes,
Oh barbarous! wouldest thou with a Gothic hand Pull down the schools-what!-all the schools
i' th' land; Or throw them up to livery-nags and grooms, Or turn them into shops and auction rooms? A captious question, sir, (and your's is one) Deserves an answer similar, or none. Wouldest thou, possessor of a flock, employ (Apprized that he is such) a careless boy, And feed biin well, and give him handsome pay, Merely to sleep, and let them run astray? · Survey our schools and colleges, and see A sight pot much unlike my simile.
From education, as the leading cause,
CHLOE AND EUPHELIA,
Nomine sub ficto trans mare mittit opes; Lené sonat liquidumque meis Euphelia chordis, Sed solam exoptant te, mea vota, Chlöe.
Cum dixit mea lux, heus, cane, sume lyram, Namque lyram juxtà positam cum carmine vidit, Suave quidem carmen dulcisonamque lyram.
Et miscent numeris murmura mæsta ineis, Dumque tuæ memoro laudes, Euphelia, formæ, Tota anima intereà pendet a bore Chlöes.
IV. Subrubet illa pudore, et contrahit altera frontem,
Me torquet mea mens conscia, psallo, tremo; Atque Cupidinea dixit Dea cincta corona,
Heu! fallendi artem quam didicere parum.
TO THE REV. MR. NEWTON.
AN INVITATION INTO THE COUNTRY.
Compose their useless wing,
The wildest wind that blows,
Secure of their repose.
But man, all-feeling and awake,
The gloomy scene surveys;
And pant for brighter days.
Old winter, halting o'er the mead,
Bids me and Mary mourn;
Shall chase him fron the bowers,
To crown the smiling hours.
Of happier times, appear,
Shall shine and dry the tear.
ADDRESSED TO MISS STAPLETON,
(NOW MRS. COURTNEY.)
She camo-she is gone-we have met
And meet perhaps never again; The sun of that moment is set,
And seems to have risen in vain. Catharina has fled like a dream
(So vanishes pleasure, alas!) But has left a regret and esteem,
That will not so suddenly pass,
The last evening ramble we made,
Catharina, Maria, and I,