Preserve it in their bosom stored,
As with a miser's care.

Thence implements of every size,

And formed for various use,
(They need but to consult their eyes)

They readily produce.
The largest and the longest kind

Possess the foremost page,
A sort most needed by the blind,

Or nearly such from age.

The full-charged leaf, which next ensues,

Presents in bright array
The smaller sort, which matrons use,

Not quite so blind as they.

The third, the fourth, the fifth supply

What their occasions ask, Who with a more discerning eye

Perform a nicer task.

But strjl with regular decrease,

From size to size they fall, g

In every leaf grow less and less }

The last are least of all.

Oh! what a fund of genius, pent
In narrow space, is here?

vOL. III. ft

This volume's method and intent;,

How luminous and clear!
It leaves no reader at a loss

Or posed, whoever reads;
No commentator's tedious gloss,

Nor even index needs. SearcWBodley's many thousands o'er 1

No book is treasured there, Nor yet in Granta's numerous store,

That may with this compare.
No!—Rival none in either host

Of this was ever seen,
Or that contents could justly boast
So brilliant and so keen.


A Needle small, as small can bt,
In bulk and use surpasses me,

Nor is my purchase dear;
For little, and almost for nought,
As many of my kind are bought

As days are in the year.
Yet though but little use we boast,
And are procured at little cost,
The labour is not light,

!Nor few artificers it asks;

All skilful in their several tasks,
To fashion us aright.

One fuses metal o'er the fire,
A second draws it into wire,

The shears another plies,
Who clips in lengths the brazen thread
For him, who, chafing every shred,

Gives all an equal size.
A fifth prepares, exact and round,
The knob, with which it must be crowned }

His follower makes it fast;
And with his mallet and his file
To shape the point, employs a while

The seventh, and the last.

Now, therefore, Oedipus! declare
What creature, wonderful, and rare,

A process, that obtains
Its purpose with so much ado,
At hist produces!—Tell me true, .

And take me for your pains!


Self-domesticated in Trinity College, Cambridge, -
None ever shared the social feast,
Or as an inmate, or a guest,

Beneath the celebrated dome,
Where once Sir Isaac had his home,
Who saw not, (and with some delight
Perhaps he viewed the novel sight)
How numerous, at the tables thei e,
The sparrows beg their daily fare.
For there, in every nook and cell,
"Where such a family may dwell,
Sure as the vernal season comes
Their nests they weave in hope of crumbs,
Which kindly given, may serve with food
Convenient their unfeathered brood;
And oft as with its summons clear
The warning bell salutes their ear,
Sagacious listeners to the sound,
They flock from all the fields around,
To reach the hospitable hall,
None more attentive to the call.
Arrived, the pensionary band,
Hopping and chirping, close at hand,
Solicit what they soon receive,
The sprinkled, plenteous donative.
Thus is a multitude, though large,
Supported at a trivial charge;
A single doit would overpay
The expenditure of every d?^'.

And who can grudge so small a grace
To suppliants, natives of the place?


As in her ancient mistress" lap,

The youthful tabby lay,
They gave each other many a tap,

Alike disposed to play.

But strife ensues. Puss waxes warm,

And with protruded claws
Ploughs all the length of Lydia's arm,

Mere wantonness the cause.

At qpce, resentful of the deed,

She shakes her to the ground
With many a threat, that she shall bleed

With still a deeper wound.

But Lydia, bid thy fury rest!

It was a venial stroke,
For she that will with kittens jest

Should bear a kitten's joke.



Swekt bird, whom the winter constrains—And seldom another it can—

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