Thence implements of every fize,
And form'd for various ufe,
(They need but to confult their eyes)
They readily produce.

The largest and the longest kind
Poffefs the foremost page,

A fort most needed by the blind,

Or nearly fuch from

age.

The full-charged leaf, which next ensues,
Prefents in bright array

The smaller fort, which matrons use,
Not quite fo blind as they.

The third, the fourth, the fifth supply
What their occafions afk,
Who with a more difcerning eye
Perform a nicer task.

But still with regular decrease
From fize to fize they fall,
In every leaf grow less and lefs;
The last are least of all.

O! what a fund of genius, pent
In narrow space is here!

This volume's method and intent
How luminous and clear.

It leaves no reader at a lofs
Or pofed, whoever reads:

No commentator's tedious glofs,
Nor even index needs.

Search Bodley's many thousands o'er !
No book is treasured there,

Nor yet in Granta's numerous ftore,
That with this compare.

may

No!-rival none in either hoft
Of this was ever seen,
Or, that contents could juftly boast,
So brilliant and fo keen.

AN ENIGMA.

NEEDLE, small as fmall can be, In bulk and use furpaffes me, Nor is my purchase dear; For little, and almoft for nought, many of my kind are bought As days are in the

As

year.

Yet though but little ufe we boast,
And are procured at little coft,
The labour is not light;

Nor few artificers it asks,

All skilful in their feveral tasks,
To fashion us aright.

One fufes metal o'er the fire,

A fecond draws it into wire,

The fhears another plies,

Who clips in lengths the brazen thread For him who, chafing every fhred,

Gives all an equal fize.

A fifth prepares, exact and round,

The knob with which it must be crown'd;
His follower makes it faft:

And with his mallet and his file

To shape the point, employs awhile
The feventh and the laft.

Now therefore, Edipus! declare
What creature, wonderful, and rare,
A process that obtains

Its purpose with so much ado
At laft produces !-tell me true,
And take me for your pains!

SPARROWS SELF-DOMESTICATED IN TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.

ONE ever shared the focial feast,
Or as an inmate or a gueft,

Beneath the celebrated dome

Where once Sir Ifaac had his home,
Who faw not (and with fome delight
Perhaps he view'd the novel fight)
How numerous, at the tables there,
The fparrows beg their daily fare.
For there, in every nook and cell
Where fuch a family may dwell,
Sure as the vernal feafon comes

Their nefts they weave in hope of crumbs,

Which kindly given, may serve with food
Convenient their unfeather'd brood;
And oft as with its fummons clear
The warning bell falutes their ear,
Sagacious lifteners to the found,
They flock from all the fields around,
To reach the hofpitable hall,
None more attentive to the call.
Arrived, the penfionary band,
Hopping and chirping, close at hand,
Solicit what they foon receive,
The sprinkled, plenteous donative.
Thus is a multitude, though large,
Supported at a trivial charge:
A fingle doit would overpay
The expenditure of every day,
And who can grudge fo fmall a grace
To fuppliants, natives of the place?

FAMILIARITY DANGEROUS.

S in her ancient mistress' lap
The youthful tabby lay,

They gave each other many a tap,

Alike disposed to play.

But ftrife enfues. Pufs waxes warm,

And with protruded claws

Ploughs all the length of Lydia's arm,
Mere wantonnefs the cause.

At once, resentful of the deed,
She shakes her to the ground
With many a threat that she shall bleed
With still a deeper wound.

But, Lydia, bid thy fury rest:
It was a venial stroke:

For fhe that will with kittens jeft
Should bear a kitten's joke.

INVITATION TO THE REDBREAST.

WEET bird, whom the winter con

ftrains

And feldom another it can

To feek a retreat while he reigns
In the well shelter'd dwellings of man,
Who never can feem to intrude,

Though in all places equally free,

Come, oft as the feafon is rude,

Thou art fure to be welcome to me.

At fight of the first feeble ray

That pierces the clouds of the east,

To inveigle thee every day

My windows fhall fhow thee a feast.
For, taught by experience, I know
Thee mindful of benefit long;
And that, thankful for all I bestow,
Thou wilt pay me with many a fong.