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The Country Justice. Part i.
Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain,
Perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain;
Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew;
The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew,
Gave the sad presage of his future years,
The child of misery, baptized in tears.*



Peter Pindar's Expostulatory Odes to a great Duke and a little Lord. Ode XV.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,

And every grin, so merry, draws one out.

"This allusion to the dead soldier, and his widow, on the field of battle, was made the subject of a print by Bunbury, under which were engraved the pathetic lines of Langhorne. Sir Walter Scott has mentioned, that the only time he saw Burns, this picture was in the room. Burns shed tears over it; and Scott, then a lad of fifteen, was the only person present who could tell him where the lines were to be found."



Warrington Academy.

Man is the noblest growth our realms supply,
And souls are ripened in our northern sky.




To those who know thee not, no words can paint! And those who know thee, know all words are faint!

The Bas Bleu.

In men this blunder still you find,
All think their little set mankind.

Small habits well pursued betimes,
May reach the dignity of crimes.



A Persian Song of Hafiz.

Go boldly forth, my simple lay,
Whose accents flow with artless ease,
Like orient pearls at random strung.

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From the Persian.

On parent knees, a naked new-born child
Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled;
So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep,

Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.

Ode in Imitation of Alcæus.

What constitutes a state?

Men who their duties know,

But know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain.

And sovereign law, that state's collected will,
O'er thrones and globes elate,

Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.

Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven,
Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.*



Billy Pitt and the Farmer.

Solid men of Boston, make no long orations;
Solid men of Boston, drink no deep potations.

*"Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six,
Four spend in prayer, the rest on nature fix."



Mc Fingal. Canto i. Line 67.

But optics sharp it needs, I ween,
To see what is not to be seen.

Canto iii. Line 489.

No man e'er felt the halter draw,
With good opinion of the law.



The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3.

As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile.

Act v. Sc. 3.

My valor is certainly going! it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out as it were at the palm of my

Act v. Sc. 3.

I own the soft impeachment.

The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 1.

No scandal about Queen Elizabeth I hope.

Act ii. Sc. 2.


Where they do agree, their unanimity is wonderful.

School for Scandal. Act i. Sc. 1.

You shall see a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here's to the widow of fifty;

Here's to the flaunting, extravagant quean,
And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
Let the toast pass;

Drink to the lass;

I'll warrant she 'll prove an excuse for the glass.

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I ne'er could any lustre see

In eyes that would not look on me;
I ne'er saw nectar on a lip

But where my own did hope to sip.

Speech in Reply to Mr. Dundas.

The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.



Parish Register.

Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain,
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering taper to the sun.

The Borough Schools.

Books cannot always please, however good;
Minds are not ever craving for their food.

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