And cries," Begone!" unto the imps,-and four
Snatch their two hats and struggle for the door,
Like ardent spirits vented from a cask,

All blythe and boisterous,-but leave two more,
With Reading made Uneasy for a task,

To weep, whilst all their mates in merry sunshine bask,

Like sportive Elfins, on the verdent sod,
With tender moss so sleekly overgrown,
That doth not hurt, but kiss the sole unshod,
So soothly kind is Erin to her own!
And one, at Hare and Hound, plays all alone,—
For Phelim's gone to tend his step-dame's cow;
Ah! Phelim's step-dame is a canker'd crone !
Whilst other twain play at an Irish row,

And, with shillelah small, break one another's brow!

But careful Dominie, with ceaseless thrift;

Now changeth ferula for rural hoe;
But, first of all, with tender hand doth shift
His college gown, because of solar glow,
And hangs it on a bush, to scare the crow:
Meanwhile, he plants in earth the dappled bean.
Or trains the young potatoes all a-row,

Or plucks the fragrant leek for pottage green,
With that crisp curly herb, call'd Kale in Aberdeen.

And so he wisely spends the fruitful hours,
Linked each to each by labour, like a bee;

Or rules in Learning's hall, or trims her bow'rs;-
Would there were many more such wights as he,
To sway each capital academie

Of Cam and Isis, for alack! at each

There dwells, I wot, some dronish Dominie, That does no garden work, nor yet doth teach, But wears a floury head, and talks in flow'ry speech!

THE NEW ENGLAND COUNTRY SCHOOL.

THE following sketch of a Country School in New England-" as it was," is copied from the "Columbian Muse, a selection of American Poetry, from various authors-published by Matthew Carey, Philadelphia, 1794,"-where it is credited to the New Hampshire Spy.

"My nose bleeds, mayn't I get some ice,
And hold it in my breeches ?"—"Yes."
"John, keep your seat." 'My sum is more—'
"Then do't again-Divide by four,
By twelve, and twenty-Mind the rule.
Now speak, Manassah, and spell tool."
"I can't"—"Well try"-"T, W, L."
"Not wash'd your hands yet, booby, ha?

You had your orders yesterday.

Give me the ferrule, hold your hand.”

"Oh! Oh!" "There,-mind my next command."

"Silence! The second class must read

As quick as possible-proceed.

Not found your book yet? Stand-be fix'd

The next read, stop-the next-the next.

You need not read again, 'tis well."

"Come Tom and Dick, chuse sides to spell.

"Will this word do?" "Yes, Tom spell dunce.

Sit still there all you little ones."

"I've got a word," "Well, name it."

"You spell it Sampson." "G, I, Z."

"Spell conscience, Jack." "K, O, N,

Gizzard."

"O shocking! Have you all try'd?" "No."

"Say Master, but no matter, go

Lay by your books-and you, Josiah,

Help Jed to make the morning fire."

INDEX TO ENGLISH PEDAGOGY.

Academicum Nosocomium, or College of Health, 204. Awe, or Reverence of Parents, 241.