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Pursue the track thy ardent genius shows,

That like the sun illumines where it goes ;

Travel the various map of Science o'er,
Record past wonders, and discover more;
Pour thy free spirit o’er the breathing page,
And wake the virtue of a careless age.

But O forgive, if touched with fond regret
Fancy recalls the scenes she can't forget,

Recalls the vacant smile, the social hours

Which charmed us once, for once those scenes were ours !

And while thy praises through wide realms extend,
We sit in shades, and mourn the absent friend.
So where the' impetuous river sweeps the plain,

Itself a sea, and rushes to the main ;

While its firm banks repel conflicting tides,

And stately on its breast the vessel glides ;
Admiring much the shepherd stands to gaze,
Awe-struck, and mingling wonder with his praise :
Yet more he loves its winding path to trace
Through beds of flowers, and Nature's rural face,

While yet a stream the silent vale it cheered, By many a recollected scene endeared,

Where trembling first beneath the poplar shade He tuned his pipe, to suit the wild cascade.



A MAP of every country known,

With not a foot of land his own.

A list of folks that kicked a dust

On this poor globe, from Ptol. the First;
He hopes,-indeed it is but fair,

Some day to get a corner there.

of all the British kings,
Fair emblem! on a packthread swings.
The Fathers, ranged in goodly row,
A decent, venerable show,

Writ a great while ago, they tell us,
And many an inch o'ertop their fellows.

A Juvenal to hunt for mottos ;

And Ovid's tales of nymphs and grottos.
The meek-robed lawyers, all in white;
Pure as the lamb,—at least, to sight.
A shelf of bottles, jar and phial,
By which the rogues he can defy all,-
All filled with lightning keen and genuine,
And many a little imp he'll pen you in;
Which, like Le Sage's sprite, let out,
Among the neighbours makes a rout;
Brings down the lightning on their houses,
And kills their geese, and frights their spouses.
A rare thermometer, by which
He settles, to the nicest pitch,
The just degrees of heat, to raise
Sermons, or politics, or plays.
Papers and books, a strange mixed olio,
From shilling touch to pompous folio;
Answer, remark, reply, rejoinder,
Fresh from the mint, all.stamped and coined here;

Like new-made glass, set by to cool,

Before it bears the workman's tool.

A blotted proof-sheet, wet from Bowling. +

“How can a man his anger hold in?”—
Forgotten rimes, and college themes,
Worm-eaten plans, and embryo schemes ; —
A mass of heterogeneous matter,

A chaos dark, nor land nor water ;

New books, like new-born infants, stand,

Waiting the printer's clothing hand ;-
Others, a motley ragged brood,

Their limbs unfashioned all, and rude,

Like Cadmus' half-formed men appear;

One rears a helm, one lifts a spear,

And feet were lopped and fingers torn

Before their fellow limbs were born;

A leg began to kick and sprawl
Before the head was seen at all,

Which quiet as a mushroom lay
Till crumbling hillocks gave it



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