While thus the land, adorn'd for pleasure all, 8. Where, then, ah! where shall Poverty reside, If to the city sped-what waits him there! To see each joy the sons of Pleasure know Here, while the proud their long-drawn pomp display, Tumultuous Grandeur crowds the blazing square,' 4. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy! Are these thy serious thoughts?—Ah! turn thine eyes And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, When idly first,' ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. 5. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest train, E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, Those poisonous fields with rank luxuriance crown'd, 1Square (skwår) - U ni ver' sal.--3 First (fêst). And savage men, more murderous' still than they; Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies. 6. Far different these from every former scene,The cooling brook, the grassy-vested green, The breezy covert of the warbling grove, That only shelter'd thefts of harmless love. Good Heaven! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their last, 7. The good old sire the first prepared to go 8. Oh, Luxury! thou cursed' by Heaven's decree, • Murderous (mer' der ås). Whirls (wherle).- Clasped. - Cursed (kerst). At every Iraught more large and large they grow, Till, sapp'd their strength, and every part unsound, Down, down they sink, and spread a ruin round. 9. E'en now the devasta'tion is begun, And half the business of destruction done; Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, 10. And thou, sweet Poetry! thou loveliest maid, 11. Farewell; and oh! where'er thy voice be tried, Måss. Nurse (nårs).—3 Fêr' vor. Though very poor, may still be very bless'd; OLIVER GOLDSMITH. OLIVER GOLDSMITH, one of the most pleasing English writers of the eighteenth century, was born at Pallas, Ireland, in November, 1728. He was of a Protestant and Saxon family which had long been settled in Ireland. At the time of Oliver's birth, his father with difficulty supported his family on what he could earn, partly as a curate and partly as a farmer. Soon after, he was presented with a iving, worth about £200 a-year, near the village of Lissoy, in Westmeath couny, where the boy passed his youth and received his preparatory instruction. In nis seventeenth year Oliver went up tc Trinity College, Dublin, as a sizar. He was quartered, not alone, in a garret, on the window of which his name, scrawl ed by himself, is still read with interest. He neglected the studies of the place, stood low at the examinations, and led a life divided between squalid distress and squalid dissipation. His father died, leaving a mere pittance. Oliver obtained his bachelor's degree, and left the university. He was now in his twentyfirst year; it was necessary that he should do something; and his education seemed to have fitted him to do nothing of moment. He tried five or six professions, in turn, without success. He went to Edinburgh in his twenty-fourth year, where he passed eighteen months in nominal attendance on lectures, and picked up some superficial information about chemistry and natural history. Thence he went to Leyden, still pretending to study physic. He left that celebrated university in his twenty-seventh year, without a degree, and with no property but his clothes and his flute. His flute, however, proved a useful friend. He rambled on foot through Flanders, France, and Switzerland, playing tuues which everywhere set the peasantry dancing, and which often procured for him a supper and a bed. In 1756 the wauderer landed at Dover, England, without a hilling, without a friend, and without a calling. After several expedients ailed, the unlucky adventurer, at thirty, took a garret in a miserable court in London, and sat down to the lowest drudgery of literature. In the succeeding six years he produced articles for reviews, magazines, and newspapers; children's books; "An Inquiry into the State of Polite Learning in Europe;" a "Life of Beau Nash," an excellent work of its kind; a superficial, but very readable "History of England ;" and "Sketches of London Society." All thess works were anonymous; but some of them were well known to be Goldsmith's. He gradually rose in the estimation of the booksellers, and became a popular writer. He took chambers in the more civilized region of the Inns of Court, and became intimate with Johnson, Reynolds, Burke, and other eminent men. In 1761 he published a poem, entitled "The Traveler." It was the first work tɔ which he put his name; and it at once raised him to the rank of a legitimate English classic. Its execution, though deserving of much praise, is far inferior to the design. No philosophic poem, ancient or modern, has a plan so noble, and at the same time so simple. Soon after his novel, the " Vicar of Wakefield," appeared, and rapidly obtained a popularity which is likely to last as long as our language. This was followed by a dramatic piece, entitled the "Good-natured Man." It was acted at Covent Garden in 1768, but was coldly received. The author, however, cleared by his benefit nights, and by the sale of the copyright, no less than £500. In 1770 i ppeared the "Deserted Village." In diction and |