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High in the midst, surrounded by his peers,
Happy the youth! in Euclid's axioms tried,
(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,
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.
TO THE EARL OF
Tu semper amoris « Sis memor, et cari comitis ne abscedat Imago. »
Friend of my youth! when young we rov’d,
With Friendship's purest glow;
On mortals here below.
The recollection seems, alone,
When distant far from you;
And sigh again, adieu!
My pensive mem'ry lingers o'er
Those scenes regretted ever ;
And we may meet-ah! never !
As when one parent spring supplies
Together join'd in vain ;
Till mingled in the main.
Our vital streams of weal or woe,
Nor mingle as before;
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,
Without the aid of Reason;
Nor left a thought to seize on.