Obrazy na stronie

Am I by thee despised, and left afar,
As one unfit to share the toils of war?
Not thus his son the great Opheltes taught,
Not thus my sire in Argive combats fought;
Not thus, when llion fell by heavenly hate,
I track'd Eneas through'the walks of fate.
Thou know'st my deeds, my breast devoid of fear,
And hostile life-drops dim my gory spear;
Here is a soul with hope immortal burns,
And life, ignoble life, for Glory spuros;
fame, fame is cheaply earn'd by fleeting breath,
The price of honour is the sleep of death.»
Then Nisus—« Calm thy bosom's fond alarms,
Thy heart beats fiercely to the din of arms;
More dear thy worth and valour than my own,
I swear by him who fills Olympus' throne!
So may I triumph, as I speak the truth,
And clasp again the comrade of my youth.
But should I fall, and he who dares advance
Through hostile legioos must abide by chance;
If some Rutulian arm, withi adverse blow,
Should lay the friend who ever loved thee low;
Live thou, such beauties I would faia preserve,
Thy budding years a lengthen'd term deserve;
When humbled in the dust, let some one be,
Whose gentle eyes will shed one tear for me;
Whose manly arm may snatcli me back by force,
Or wealth redeem from foes my captive corse :
Or, if my destiny these last deny,
If in the spoiler's power my ashes lie,
Thy pious care may raise a simple tomb,
To mark thy love, and signalize my doom.
Why should thy doating wretched mother weep
Her only boy, reclined in endless sleep?
Who, for thy sake, the tempest's fury dared,
Who, for thy sake, war's deadly peril shared;
Who braved what woman never braved before,
And left her native for the Latian shore ?»
« In vain you damp the ardour of my soul,
Replied Euryalus, it scorns control;
Hence, let us haste.»— Their brother guards arose,
Roused by their call, nor court again repose;
The pair, buoy'd up on Hope's exulting wing,
Their stations leave, and speed to seek the king.
Now o'er the earth a solemn stillness ran,
And lull'd alike the cares of brute and man;
Save where the Dardan leaders nightly hold
Alternate converse, and their plans unfold;
On one great point the council are agreed,
Au instant message to their prince decreed:
Each lean'd upon the lance he well could wield,
And poised, with easy arm, his ancient shield;
When Nisus and his friend their leave request
To offer something to their high behest.
With anxious tremors, yet unawed by fear,
The faithful pair before the throne appear;
Julus greets them; at his kind command,
The elder first address'd the hoary band.

« With patience,» thus Hyrtacides began,
« Attend, nor judge from youth our humble plan;
Where yonder beacons, half-expiring, beam,
Our slumbering focs of future conquest dream,
Nor heed that we a secret path bave traced,
Between the ocean and the portal placed :
Beneath the cover of the blackeving smoke,
Whiose shade securely our design will cloak.


you, ye Chiefs, and Fortune will allow,
We'll bend our course to yonder mountain's brow;
Where Pallas' walls, at distance, meet the sight,
Seen o'er the glade, when not obscurediby night;
Then shall Æneas in his pride returo,
While hostile matrons raise their offspring's ura,
And Latian spoils, and purpled heaps of dead,
Shall mark the havoc of our hero's tread;
Such is our purpose, not unknown the way,
Where yonder torrent's devious waters stray:
Oft have we seen, when huuting by the stream,
The distant spires above the valleys gleam.»

Mature in years, for sober wisdom famed,
Moved by the speech, Alethes here exclaim'd:
« Ye parent Gods! who rule the fate of Troy,
Still dwells the Dardan spirit in the boy;
When minds like these in striplings thus ye raise,
Yours is the god-like act, be yours the praise ;
In gallant youth my fainting hopes revive,
And Ilion's wonted still survive.»
Thea in his warm embrace the boys lic press'd,
And, quivering, strain'd them to his aged breast;
With tears the burning cheek of each bedew'd,
And, sobbing, thus his first discourse renew'd :-
« What gift, my countrymen, what martial prize
Can we bestow, which you may not despise ?
Our deities the first, best boon have given,
Internal virtues are the gift of Heaven.
What poor rewards can bless your deeds on earth,
Doubtless, await such young exalted worth ;
Eneas and Ascanius shall combine
To yield applause far, far surpassing mine.»
lulus then : « By all the powers above!
By those Penates' who my country love;
By hoary Vesta's sacred fane, I swear,
My hopes are all in you, ye generous pair !
Restore my father to my grateful sight,
And all my sorrows yield to one delight.
Nisus! two silver goblets are thine own,
Saved from Arisba's stately domes o'erthrown;
My sire secured them on that fatal day,
Nor left such bowls an Argive robber's prey.
Two massy tripods also shall be thine,
Two talents polish'd from the glittering mine;
An ancient


which Tyrian Dido gave, While yet our vessels press'd the Punic wave : But, when the hostile chiefs at length bow down, When great Æneas wears llesperia's crown, The casque, the buckler, and the fiery steed, Which Turnus guides with more than mortal speed, Are thine; no envious lot shall then be cast, I pledge my word, irrevocably pass'd ; Nay more, lwelve slaves, and twice six captive dames To soothe thy softer hours with amorous tlames, And all the realms which now the Latians sway, The labours of to-night shall well repay. But thou, my generous youth, whose tender

years Are near my own, whose worth my heart reveres, lienceforth affection, sweetly thus begua, Shall join our bosoms and our souls in one; Without thy aid no glory shall be mine, Without thy dear advice, no great design; Alike, through life csteem'd, thou God-like boy, In war my bulwark, and in peace iny joy.»

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To himn Euryalus : « No day shall shame
The rising glories, which from this I claim.
Fortune may favour or the skies may frown,
Bui valour, spite of fate, obtains renown.
Yet, ere from hence our eager steps depart,
One boon I beg, the nearest to my heart :
My mother sprung from Priam's royal line,
Like thine ennobled, hardly less divine;
Vor Troy nor King Acestes' realms restrain
Her feeble age from dangers of the main;
Alone she came, all selfish fears above,
A bright example of maternal love.
l'akdown, the secret enterprise I brave,
Lest grief should bend my parent to the grave :
From this alone no fond adieus I seek,
So fainting mother's lips have press'd my cheek;
By gloomy Night, and thy right hand, I vow
Her parting tears would shake my purpose now:
Do thon, my prince, her failing age sustain,
In thee her much-loved child may live again;
Der dyiag hours with pious conduct hless,
Assist ber wants, relieve her fond distress :
So dear a hope must all my soul inflame,
To rise in glory, or to fall in fame.»
Sauck with a Glial care, so deeply felt,
lo tears, at once the Trojan warriors melt;
Faster than all, lulus' eyes o'erflow;
Soch love was his, and such had been his woe.
« All thou hast ask'd, receive, » the prince replied,

Sor this alone, but many a gift beside;
To cbeer thy mother's years shall be my aim,
Creusa's' style but wanting to the dame;
Fortune an adverse wayward course may run,
But bless'd thy mother in so dear a son.
Sow, by my life, my Sire's most sacred oath,
To thee I pledge my full, my firmest troth,
All the rewards which once to thee were vow'd,
If thou shouldst fall, on her shall be bestow'd.»
Ibas spoke the weeping prince, then forth to view
A gleaming falchion from the sheath he drew;
Lucaon's utmost skill had graced the steel,
For friends to envy and for foes to feel.
A diway hide, the Moorisha lion's spoil,
Slain midst the forest, in the hunter's toil,
Hoe beus, 10 guard the elder youth, bestows,
And old Alethes' casque defends his brows;
Arm d, thence they go, while all the assembled train,
To aid their cause, implore the gods in vain;
More than a boy, in wisdom and in grace,
lalos bolds amidst the chiefs his place;
His prayers he sends, but what can prayers avail,
Lost in the murmurs of the sighing gale?

The trench is past, and, favour'd by the night,
Through Jeeping foes they wheel their wary flight.
When shall the sleep of many a foe be o'er?
Alas! some slumber who shall wake no more!
Chariots, and bridles, mix'd with arms, are seen,
And tlosing flasks, and scatter d troops between;
Bacchus and Mars to rule the camp combine,
A mingled chaos this of war and wine.

Sow, cries the first, « for deeds of blood prepare,
With me the conquest and the labour share;
Here lies our path; lest any hand arise,
Watch tbou, while many a dreaming chieftain dies;

'The mother of Julys, lost on the night when Troy was taken.

I'll carve our passage through the heedless foe,
And clear thy road, with many a deadly blow.»
His whispering accents then the youth represt,
And pierced proud Rhamnes through his panting breast;
Stretch'd at his ease, th' incautious king reposed,
Debauch, and not fatigue, his

had closed;
To Turnus dear, a prophet and a prince,
His omens more than augur's skill evince;
But he, who thus foretold the fate of all,
Could not avert his own untimely fall.
Next Remus' armour-bearer, hapless, fell,
And three unhappy slaves the carnage swell :
The charioteer aloug his courser's sides
Expires, the steel his severed neck divides;
And, last, his lord is number'd with the dead,
Bounding convulsive, flies the gasping head;
From the swollen veins the blackening torrents pour,
Stain'd is the couch and earth with clotting gore.
Young Lamyrus and Lamus next expire,
And gay Serranus, fill'd with youthful fire;
Half the long night in childish games was past,
Lull'd by the potent grape, he slept at last;
Ah! happier far, had he the morn survey'd,
And, 'till Aurora's dawn, his skill display'd.

In slaughter'd folds, the keepers lost in sleep,
His hungry fangs a lion thus may sleep;
Mid the sad flock, at dead of night, lie prowls,
With murder glutted, and in carnage rolls;
Insatiate still, through teeming herds he roams
In seas of gore, the lordly tyrant foams.

Nor less the other's deadly vengeance came,
But falls on feeble crowds without a name;
His wound unconscious Fadus scarce can feel,
Yet wakeful Rhæsus sees the threatening steel;
His coward breast behind a jar he hides,
And, vainly, in the weak defence confides;
Full in his heart, the falchion search'd his veins,
The reeking weapon bears alternate stains;
Thro' wine and blood, commingling as they flow,
The feeble spirit seeks the shades below.
Now, where Messapus dwelt they bend their way,
Whose fires emit a faint and trembling ray;
There, unconfined behold each grazing steed,
Unwatch'd, unbiceded, on the herbage feed;
Brave Nisus here arrests his comrade's arm,
Too Iusli'd with carnage, and with conquest warm :

Hence let us haste, the dangerous path is past,
Full foes enough, to-niglit, have breathed their last;
Soon will the day those eastern clouds adorn,
Now let us speed, nor tempt the rising morn.»

What silver arms, with various arts erbossid,
What bowls and mantles, in confusion toss'd,
They leave regardless! yet, one glittering prize
Attracts the younger hero's wandering eyes;
The gilded harness Rhampes' coursers felt,
The gems which stud the monarch's golden belt;
This from the pallid corse was quickly torn,
Once by a line of former chieftains worn.
Th' exulting boy the studded girdle wears,
Messapus' helm his head, in triumph, bears;
Then from the tents their cautious steps they bend,
To seek the vale, where safer paths extend.

Just at this hour, a band of Latian horse
To Turnus' camp pursue their destined course;

While the slow foot their tardy march delay,
The knights, impatient, spur aloug the way:
Three hundred mail-clad men, by Volscens led,
To Turnus, with their master's promise sped :
Now, they approach the trench, and view the walls,
When, on the left, a light reflection falls;
The plunder'd helmet, through the waning night,
Sheds forth a silver radiance, glancing bright;
Volscens, with question loud, the pair alarms-
« Stand, stragglers! stand! why early thus in arms?
From whence? to whom ?» He meets with no reply,
Trusting the covert of the night, they fly;
The thicket's depth, with hurried pace, they tread,
While round the wood the hostile squadron spread.

With brakes entangled, scarce a path between,
Dreary and dark appears the sylvan scene;
Euryalus his heavy spoils impede,
The boughs and winding turns his steps mislead;
But Nisus scours along the forest's maze,
To where Latinus' steeds in safety graze,
Then backward o'er the plain his eyes extend,
On every side they seek his absent friend.
« O God! iny boy,» he cries, « of me bereft,
In what impending perils art thou left!»
Listening he runs-above the waving trees,
Tumultuous voices swell the passing breeze;
The war-cry rises, thundering hoofs around
Wake the dark echoes of the trembling ground;
Again he turns-of footsteps hears the noise,
The sound elates—the sight his hope destroys;
The hapless boy a ruffian train surround,
While lengthening shades his weary way confound,
Him, with loud shouts, the furious knights pursue,
Struggling in vain, a captive to the crew.
What can his friend 'gainst thronging numbers dare?
Ah! must lie rush, his comrade's fate to share!
What force, what aid, what stratagem essay,
Back to redeem the Latian spoiler's prey!
His life a votive ransom nobly give,
Or die with him for whom he wish'd to live!
Poising with strength his lifted lance on high,
On Luna's orb he cast his frenzied eye:
«Goddess serene, transcending every star!
Queen of the sky! whose beams are seen afar,
By night, Heaven owns thy sway, by day, the grove,
When, as chaste Dian, here thou deign'st to rove;
If e'er myself or sire liave sought to grace
Thine altars with the produce of the chase;
Speed, speed, my dart to pierce yon vaunting crowd,
To free my friend, and scatter far the proud.»
Thus having said, the hissing dari he tlung;
Through parted shades, the hurting weapon sung;
The thirsty point in Sulmo's entrails lay,
Transfix'd his heart, and stretch'd him on the clay :
lle sobs, he dies,-the troop,
Unconscious whence the death, with horror gaze;
While pale they stare, through Tagus' temples riven,
A second shaft with equal force is driven;
Fierce Volscens rolls around his lowering eyes,
Veild by the night, secure the Trojan lies.
Burning with wrath, he view'd his soldiers fall;
« Thou youth accurst! thy life shall pay for all.»
Quick from the sheath his flaming glaive he drew,
And, raging, on the boy defeuceless flew.

Nisus no more the blackening shade conceals,
Forth, forth he starts, and all his love reveals;
Aghast, confused, his fears to madness rise,

pour these accents, shrieking as he flies :
« Me, me, your vengeance hurl on me alone,
Here sheathe the steel, my blood is all your own;
Ye starry Spheres! thou conscious Heaven attest!
He could not-durst not-lo! the guile confest!
All, all was mine-his early fate suspend,
He only loved too well his hapless friend;
Spare, spare, ye chiefs ! from him your rage remove,
His fault was friendship, all his crime was love. »
He pray'd in vain, the dark assassin's sword
Pierced the fair side, the snowy bosom gored;
Lowly to earth inclines his plume-clad crest,
And sanguine torrents mantle o'er his breast :
As some young rose, whose blossom scents the air,
Languid in death, expires beneath the share;
Or crimson poppy, sinking with the shower,
Declining gently, falls a fading lower;
Thus, sweetly drooping, bends his lovely head,
And lingering Beauty hovers round the dead.
But fiery Nisus stems the battle's tide,
Revenge his leader, and Despair his guide;
Volscens he seeks, amidst the gathering host,
Volscens must soon appease his comrade's ghost;
Steel, flashing, pours on steel, foe crowds on foe,
Rage nerves his arm, Fate gleams in every blow;
In vain, beneath unnumber'd wounds he bleeds,
Nor wounds, nor death, distracted Nisus heeds;
In viewless circles wheeld his falchion flies,
Nor quits the Hero's grasp till Volscens dies;
Deep in his throat its end the weapon found,
The tyrant's soul tled groaning through the wound.
Thus Nisus all bis fond affection proved,
Dying, revenged the fate of him he loved;
Then on his bosom, sought his wonted place,
And death was heavenly in his friend's embrace!

Celestial pair! if aught my verse can claim, Wafted on Time's broad pinion, yours is fame! Ages on ages

shall your

fate admire; No future day shall see your names expire; While stands the Capitol, inmortal dome! And vanquish'd millions hail their Empress, Rome!

in wild amaze,


When fierce conflicting passions urge

The breast, where love is wont to glow,
What mind can stem the stormy surge,

Which rolls the tide of human woe? The hope of praise, the dread of shame,

Can rouse the tortured breast no more; The wild desire, the guilty flame,

Absorbs each wish it felt before. But, if affection gently thrills

The soul, by purer dreams possest, The pleasing balm of mortal ills,

In love can soothe the aching breast; If thus, thou comest in gentle guise,

Fair Venus! from thy native heaven, What heart, unfeeling, would despise

The sweetest boon the gods have given?

But, never from thy golden bow

As all around sit wrapt in speechless gloom,
May I beneath the shaft expire,

His voice, in thunder, shakes the sounding dome,
Whose creeping venom, sure and slow,

Denouncing dire reproach to luckless fools,
Awakes an all-consuming fire;

Unskill'd to plod in mathematic rules.
Ye racking doubts! ye jealous fears!

Happy the youth! in Euclid's axioms tried,
With others wage eternal war;

Though little versed in any art beside;
Repentance! source of future tears,

Who, scarcely skill'd an English line to pen,
From me be ever distant far.

Scans Attic metres with a critic's ken.
May no distracting thoughts destroy

What! though he knows not how his fathers bled, The holy calm of sacred love!

When civil discord piled the fields with dead; May all the hours be wing'd with joy,

When Edward bade his conquering bands advance, Which hover faithful hearts above!

Or Henry trampled on the crest of France;
Fair Venus! on thy myrtle shrine,

Though marv'ling at the name of Magna Charta,
May I with some fond lover sigh!

Yet, well he recollects the laws of Sparta;
Whose heart may mingle pure with mine,

Can tell what edicts sage Lycurgus made,
With me to live, with me to die.

While Blackstone's on the shelf neglected laid;

of Grecian dramas vaunts the deathless fame, My native soil! beloved before, Now dearer, as my peaceful home,

Of Avon's bard remembering scarce the name.
Ne'er may I quit thy rocky shore,

Such is the youth, whose scientific pate,
A hapless, banish'd wretch to roam;

Class-honours, medals, fellowships, await;
This very day, this very hour,

Or even, perhaps, the declamation prize,
May I resign this fleeting breath,

If to such glorious height he lifts his

eyes. Nor quit my silent, humble bower

But, lo! no common orator can hope
A doom, to me, far worse than death.

The envied silver

within his

scope : Have I not heard the exile's sigh?

Not that our Heads much eloquence require,
And seen the exile's silent tear?

Th' Athenian's glowing style, or Tully's fire.

A manner clear or warm is useless, since
Through distant climes condemo'd to fly,

We do not try, by speaking, to convince;
A pensive, weary wanderer here :

Be other orators of pleasing proud,
Ab! hapless dame!' no sire bewails,

We speak to please ourselves, not move the crowd; No friend thy wretched fate deplores, No kindred voice with rapture hails

Our gravity prefers the muttering tone,

A proper mixture of the squeak and groan;
Thy steps, within a stranger's doors.

No borrowd


of action must be seen, Perish the fiend! whose iron heart,

The slightest motion would displease the Dean;
To fair affection's truth unknown,


every staring Graduate would prate Bids her he fondly loved depart,

Against what he could never imitate.
Unpitied, helpless, and alone;

The man, who hopes l' obtain the promised cup,
Who ne'er uplocks, with silver key,2
The milder treasures of his soul;

Must in one posture stand, and ne'er look up;

Nor stop, but rattle over every word,
May such a friend be far from me,

No matter what, so it can not be heard-
And Ocean's storms between us roll!

Thus let him hurry on, nor think to rest !
Who speaks the fastest 's sure to speak the best :

Who utters most within the shortest space,

May safely hope to win the wordy race.

The sons of science these, who, thus repaid,

Linger in ease in Granta's sluggish shade; THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY A COLLEGE Where, on Cam's sedgy banks, supine they lie, EXAMINATION.3

Unknown, unhonour'd live,-unwept for, die; Hisa in the midst, surrounded by his peers,

Dull as the pictures which adorn their halls, Magsus his ample front sublime

They think all learning fix'd within their walls;

uprears; Placed on his chair of state, he seems a god,

In manners rude, in foolish forms precise, While Sophis and Freshmen tremble at his nod;

All modern arts affecting to despise ;

Yet prizing BENTLEY's, BRUNCK's,' or Porson's? note, ' Medea, ubo accompanied Jason to Corinth, was deserted by him More than the verse on which the critic wrote; for the daughter of Creon, king of that city. Tho Chorus from

Vain as their honours, heavy as their ale, I which this is taken, here address Medea ; thongh a considerable liberty is uken with the original

, by expanding the idea, as also in Sad as their wit, and tedious as their tale, ette other parts of the translation.

To friendship dead, though not untaught to feel, * The original is « Kahzpas ovoišavte Kartor oppevov :When Self and Church demand a bigot zeal. literally - Disclosing the bright key of the mind.»

With eager haste they court the lord of

power, • No reflection is bere intended agaiost the person mentioned 10- Whether 'tis Pirt or P-TTY rules the hour.3 der the name of Vagaus. He is merely represented as performing ta usa voidable fonctios of bis office: indeed such an attempt could 1 Celebrated critics. anly recoit apoa myself, as tbat gentleman is now as much distin- · The present Greek Professor at Trinity College, Cambridge; a grished by his eloquence, and the dignified propriety with which he man whose powers of mind and writings may perhaps justify their slis bis situation, as he was, in his younger days, for wit and con- preference. viviality.

Since this was written, Lord II. P-y bas lost his place, and

To him, with suppliant smiles, they bend the bead,

Poor Little! sweet, melodious bard! While distant mitres to their eyes are spread;

Of late esteem'd it monstrous hard, But should a storm o'erwhelm him with disgrace,

That be, who sang before all; They d fly to seek the next who fill'd his place.

He, who the love of love expanded, Such are the men who learning's treasures guard,

By dire reviewers should be branded, Such is their practice, such is their reward;

As void of wit and moral." This much, at least, we may presume to say

And yet, while Beauty's praise is thine, The premium can't exceed the price they pay.

Harmonious favourite of the Nine! 1806.

Repine not at thy lot;

Thy soothing lays may still be read,

When Persecution's arın is dead,

And Critics are forgot.
- Tu semper amoris

Still, I must yield those worthies merit,
Sis memor, et cari comitis ne abscedat imago..

Who chasten, with unsparing spirit,

Bad rhymes, and those who write them;

And though myself may be the next FRIEND of my youth! when young we roved,

By critic sarcasm to be vext,
Like striplings mutually beloved,

I really will not fight them;?
With Friendship's purest glow;
The bliss which wing'd those rosy hours,

Perhaps they would do quite as well,
Was such as pleasure seldom showers

To break the rudely sounding shell
On mortals here below.

Of such a young beginner;

He who offends at pert nineteen, The recollection seems, alone,

Ere thirty, may become, 1 ween,
Dearer than all the joys I've known,

A very harden'd sinner.
When distant far from you;

Now ---, I must return to you,
Though pain, 't is still a pleasing pain,

And sure apologies are due;
To trace those days and hours again,
And sigh again, Adieu!

Accept then my concession;
In truth, dear ---

---, in fancy's flight, My pensive memory lingers o'er

I soar along from left to right,
Those scenes to be enjoy'd no more,

My muse admires digression.
Those scenes regretted ever;

I think I said 't would be your fate
The mcasure of our youth is full,
Life's evening dream is dark and dull,

To add one star to royal state;
And we may meet-ah! never!

May regal smiles attend you:

And should a noble Monarch reign,
As when one parent spring supplies,

You will not seek his smiles in vain,
Two streams, which from one fountain rise,

If worth can recommend you.
Together join'd in vain;

Yet, since in danger courts abound,
How soon, diverging from their source,

Where specious rivals glitter round,
Each murmuring seeks another course,

From spares may Saints preserve you ;
Till mingled in the main.

And grant your love or friendship ne'er
Our vital streams of weal or woe,

From any claim a kindred care,
Though near, alas! distinctly flow,

But those who best deserve you.
Nor mingle as before;

Not for a moment may you stray
Now swift or slow, now black or clear,

From Truth's secure unerring way,
Till death's unfathom'd gulph appear,

May no delights decoy;
And both shall quit the shore.

O'er roses may your footsteps move,

Your smiles be ever smiles of love,
Our souls, my Friend! which once supplied

Your tears be tears of joy.
One wish, nor breathed a thought beside,
Now flow in different channels;

Oh! if you wish that happiness
Disdaining humbler rural sports,

Your coming days and years may bless,
'T is yours to mix in polish'd courts,

And virtues crown your brow:
And shine in Fashion's annals.

Be, still, as you were wont to be,
'T is mine to waste on love my time,

Spotless as you 've been known to me,
Or vent my reveries in rhyme,

Be, still, as you are now.
Without the aid of Reason;
For Sense and Reason (Critics know it)

These Stanzas were written soon after the appearance of a se

vere critique in a Northern review, on a new publication of the Have quitted every amorous Poet,

British Anacreon.
Nor left a thought to seize on.

• A Bard (horresco referens) defied his reviewer to mortal com

hat. If this example becomes prevalent, our periodical censors subsequently (I bad almost said CONSEQUENTLY) the honour of re- must be dipt in the river Styx, for what else cao secure them from presenting the University; a fact so glaring requiros no comment. the numerous host of their enraged assailants ?

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