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High in the midst, surrounded by his peers,
Magnus (1) his ample front sublime uprèars ;
Plac'd on his chair of state, he seems a God,
While Sophs and Freshmen tremble at his nod;
As all around sit wrapt in speechless gloom,
His voice, in thunder, shakes the sounding dome ;
Denouncing dire reproach to luckless fools,
Unskill'd to plod in mathematic rules.

Happy the youth! in Euclid's axioms tried,
Though little vers’d in any art beside ; .
Who, scarcely skilld an English line to pen,
Scans attic metres, with a critic's ken.
What ! though he knows not how his fathers bled,..
When civil discord pild the fields with dead;"
When Edward bade his conquering bands advance,
Or Henry trampled on the crest of France;

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(1) No reflection is here intended against the person mentioned under the name of Magnus. He is merely represented as performing an unavoidable function of his office : indeed, such an attempt could only recoil upon myself; as that gentleman is now as much distinguished by his eloquence, and the dignified propriety, with which he Glls his situation, as he was, in his younger days, for wit and conviviality.

Though, mary’li ng at the name of Magna Charta,
Yet, well he recollects the laws of Sparta;
Can tell what edicts sage Lycurgus made,
While Black stone's on the shelf, neglected laid;
Of Grecian dramas vaunts the deathless fame,
Of Avon's bard, remembering scarce the name.

Such is the youth, whose scientific pate, Class-honours, medals, fellowships, await; Or even, perhaps, the declamation prize, If to such glorious height he lifts his eyes. But, lo! no coiomon orator can hope, i The envied silver cup within his scope : Not that our heads much eloquence require, . ., Th’ ATHENIAN’s glowing style, or Tully's fire. A manner clear or warm is useless, since We do not try, by speaking, to 'convince; Be other orators of pleasing proud, We speak, to please ourselves, not move the cro Our gravity prefers the muttering tone, : A proper mixture of the squeak and groan; No borrow'd grace of action must be seen," }}". The slightest motion would displease the Dean; Whilst ev'ry staring Graduate would prate Against what he could never imitate. ..

The man, who hopes t'obtain the promis'd cup, Must in one posture stand, and pe'er look up; Nor" stop, but rattle over every word, '. No matter what, so it can not be heard :,; ; 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; Where on Cam’s sedgy banks, supine, they lie, Unknown, unhonour'd live,-unwept for, die; Dull as the pictures which adorn their halls, They think all learning fix'd within their walls; In manners rude, in foolish forms precise, All modern arts affecting to despise; Yet prizing Bentley's, Brunck's (1), or Porson's (2) note, More than the verse on which the critic wrote; Vain as their honours, heavy as their Ale, Sad as their wit, and tedious as their tale, To friendship dead, though not untaught to feel, When Self and Church demand a bigot zeal. With eager haste, they court the lord of power, Whether 'tis Pirt or P-TTY rules the hour (3): To him, with suppliant smiles, they bend the head, While distant mitres to their eyes are spread; But should a storm o'erwhelm him with disgrace, They'd fly to seek the next, who fill'd his place : Such are the men who learning's treasures guard, Such is their practice, such is their reward; This much, at least, we may presume to say; The premium cann't exceed the price they pay.

1806. (1) Celebrated Critics.

(2) The present Greek Professor at Trinity College, Cambridge ; a man, whose powers of mind and writings , may, perhaps justify their preference.

(3) Since this was written, Lord H. P--y has lost his place, and subsequently (I had almost said CONSEQUENTLY). the honour of representing the University; a fact so glaring requires no comment.


Tu semper amoris « Sis memor, et cari comitis ne abscedat Imago. »

Valerius Flaccus.

Friend of my youth! when young we rov’d,
Like striplings mutually belov’d,

With Friendship's purest glow;
The bliss which wing'd those rosy hours
Was such as pleasure seldom showers

On mortals here below.


The recollection seems, alone,
Dearer than all the jovs I've known,

When distant far from you;
Though pain, 'lis still a pleasing pain,
To trace those days and hours again,

And sigh again, adieu!


My pensive mem'ry lingers o'er
Those scenes to be enjoy’d no more,

Those scenes regretted ever ;
The measure of our youth is full,
Life's evening dream is dark and dull,

And we may meet-ah! never !

As when one parent spring supplies
Two streams, which from one fountain rise,

Together join'd in vain ;
How soon, diverging from their source,
Each, murmuring, seeks another course,

Till mingled in the main.


Our vital streams of weal or woe,
Though near, alas! distinctly flow,

Nor mingle as before;
Now swift or slow, now black or clear,
Till death's unfathom'd gulph appear,

And both shall quit the shore.


Our souls, my Friend! which once supplied One wish, nor breath'd a thought beside,

Now flow in different channels; Disdaining humbler rural sports, 'Tis yours to mix in polish'd courts,

And shine in Fashion's annals.

'Tis mine to waste on love my time,
Or vent iny reveries in rhyme,

Without the aid of Reason;
For Sense and Reason, (critics know it,)
Have quitted every amorous poet,

Nor left a thought to seize on.

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