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Now I, if I had power to do't,
Would alter thus the case;

That this large tree should pumpkins bear,
And acorns take their plac

III. He spoke, and rising on his feet,
Straight from the tree fell down
An acorn of the smallest size,
And pitch'd upon his crown.

Now, says the traveller, who had heard.
The whole the clown had said,
Suppose this tree had pumpkins born,
What would have sav'd thy head?

LESSON L.

INVENTION OF LETTERS.

TELL me what genius did the art invent
The lively image of the voice to paint ;
Who first the secret how to colour sound,
And to give shape to reason wisely found;
With bodies how to clothe ideas taught;
And how to draw the picture of a thought:
Who taught the hand to speak, the eye to hear
A silent language roving far and near;

Whose softest noise outstrips loud thunder's sound,
And spreads her accents thro' the world's vast round
A voice heard by the deaf, spoke by the dumb,
Whose echo reaches long, long time to come;
Which dead men speak, as well as those alive;
Tell me what genius did this art contrive ?

II. The noble art to Cadmus owes its rise, Of painting words, and speaking to the eyes; He first in wondrous magick letters bound The airy voice, and stopp'd the flying sound; The various figures, by his pencil wrought, Gave colour, form and body to the thought.

LESSON

LI.

THE NINETEENTH PSALM PARAPHRASEE.

THE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,

Their great Original proclaim :

Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth:

II. Whilst all the stars that round her burn,

And all the planets in their turn,

Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball!
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid the radiant orbs be found!

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EPITAPH ON MISS STANLEY.

HERE, Stanley! rest, escap'd this mortal strife,

Above the joys, beyond the woes of life.

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ADDISON.

Fierce pangs no more thy livelier beauty stain,
And sternly try thee with a year of pain;
No more sweet patience, feigning oft relief,
Lights thy sick eye, to cheat a parent's grief;
With tender art to save her anxious groan,
No more thy bosom presses down its own:
Now well earn'd peace is thine, and bliss sincere,
Ours be the lenient, not unpleasing tear!
O! born to bloom, then sink beneath the storm,
To show us virtue in her fairest form;
To show us artless reason's moral reign;
What boastful science arrogates in vain;
The obedient passions, knowing each their part,
Calm light the head, and harmonize the heart!

II. Yes, we must follow soon, we'll glad obey,
When a few suns have roll'd their cares away;
Tir'd with vain life, we'll close the willing eye ;
'Tis the great birthright of mankind to die.
Blest be the barque that wafts us to the shore
Where death-divided friends shall part no more!
To join thee there, here with thy dust repose,
Is all the hope thy hapless mother knows.

THOMPSON.

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TAKE, holy earth! all that my soul holds dear,
Take that best gift, which Heaven so lately gave:
To Bristol's fount I bore, with trembling care,

Her faded form. She bow'd to taste the wave-
And died. Does youth, does beauty read the line?
Does sympathetick fear their breasts alarm?

Speak, dead Maria! breathe a strain divine;

E'en from the grave thou shalt have power to charm.

Bid them be chaste, be innocent like thee:

Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move :

And, if so fair, from vanity as free,

As firm in friendship, and as fond in love!

Tell them, though 'tis an awful thing to die,
('Twas e'en to thee) yet the dread path once trod,
Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high,

And bids "the pure in heart behold their God."

MASON.

LESSON LIV.

ODE TO PEACE.

COME, peace of mind, delightful guest!
Return, and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart :
Nor riches I, nor power pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view,
We therefore need not part.

Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
From avarice and ambition free,
And pleasure's fatal wiles?
For whom, alas! dost thou prepare
The sweets that I was wont to share-
The banquet of thy smiles?.

II. The great, the gay, shall they partake
The heaven that thou alone canst make?
And wilt thou quit the stream
That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove and the sequester'd shed,
To be a guest with them?

For thee I panted, thee I priz'de
For thee I gladly sacrific'd
Whate'er I lov'd before;
And shall I see thee start away,

And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say,
Farewell! we meet no more?

LESSON LV.

DISAPPOINTMENT.

HOW bright was my youth's early morni,
Ere reflection had clouded my brow;

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I selected the rose from the thorn,
And was happy I hardly knew how.

I join'd in the sports of the plain,
With rapture I heard the bright song;
In the dance I was first of the train,

And was gayest among the gay throng!

'Tis true, my heart oft breath'd a sigh,
But it rose from mild pity alone;
If a tear sometimes stray'd from my eye;
It flow'd not from griefs of its own.

No sorrow corroded my heart,

No falsehood awaken'd a fear ;
For my bosom, a stranger to art,
Believ'd every friend was sincere.

11. But ah! these fair visions of youth,
Disappointment has chas'd from my mind ;
And the friends, whom I fancied all truth,
Alas! can be sometimes unkind.

I have seen the bright azure of morn
With darkness and clouds shadow'd o'er ;
I have found that the rose is a thorn,

Which will wound, when its bloom is no more?

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