So the best courser on the plain ODE TO PEACE. COME, peace of mind, delightful guest. Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, And pleasure's fatal wiles? The great, the gay, shall they partake For thee I panted, thee I prized, Whate'er I loved before; HUMAN FRAILTY. WEAK and irresolute is man The bow well bent, and smart the spring, But passion rudely snaps the string, Some foe to his upright intent Virtue engages his assent, But pleasure wins his heart. "Tis here the folly of the wise Bound on a voyage of awful length, But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost. THE MODERN PATRIOT. REBELLION is my theme all day; (As who knows but perhaps it may ?) Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight But most so when most fiantic. When lawless mobs insult the court, But oh! for him my fancy culls Your house about your ears, Such civil broils are my delight, A rope! I wish we patriot had Such strings for all who need 'em- ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE RECORDED L THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA. Üн, fond attempt to give a deathless lot So when a child, as playful children use, The flame extinct, he views the roving fire- REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full o learning; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always to wear, Which amounts to possession time out of mind. Then holding the spectacles up to the courtYour lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle. Again, would your lordship a moment suppose ("Tis a case that has happened, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a nose, Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles then? On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, But what were his arguments few people know, wise. So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn tone, ON THE BURNING OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY, TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS., By the mob, in the month of June, 1780. So then the Vandals of our isle, And MURRAY sighs o'er Pope and Swift. Their pages mangled, burnt and torn, But ages yet to come shall mourn ON THE SAME. WHEN wit and genius meet their doom |