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Go! and pretend your family is young;
Nor own your fathers have been fools so long.
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ;
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards :

Loof next on greatness. Say where greatness lies ?
Where, but among the heroes and the wise.
Heroes are all the same, it is agreed,
From Macedonia's madman to the Swede.
Tie whole strange purpose of their lives, to find,
Or make-an enemy of all mankind.
Not one looks backward; onward still he goes ;
Yet ne'er looks forward father than his nose.
No less alike the politic and wise
All sly, slow things, with circumspective eyes :
Men in their loose unguarded hours they take;
Not that themselves are wise ; but others weak,
Bat grant that those can conquer; these can cheat;
'Tis phrase absurd to call a villain great:
Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave,
Is but the more a fool, the more a koave.
Whọ noble ends by noble means obtains,
Or, falling, smiles in exile, or in chains.
Like good Aurelius let him reign; or bleed
Like Socrates ; that man is great indeed!
What's fame? a fancy'd life in others breath;
A thing beyond us, even before our death.
Just what you hear's your own; and what's unknown
The same tiny lord) if Tully's or your own.
All that we feel of it, begins and ends
In the small circle of our foes and friends,
To all besides as much an empty shade,
An Eugene living, as a Cæsar dead;
Alike, or wheff of where they shone or shine,
Or on the Rubicon, or on the Rhine.
A wit's a feather, and a chief's a rod;
An honest man's the noblest work of God:
Fame, but from deatti a villain's name can save,
As justice tears his body from the grave.
When what t'oblivion better were consign'd,
15 hung on high to poison half mankind,
All fame is foreign, but of true desert,
Plays round the head; but comes not to the hear.

One self approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers, and of loud hazzas ;
And more true joy, Marcellus exild feels,
Than Cæsar with a senate at bis heels,
In parts superior what advantage lies;
Tell (for you can what is it to be wise?
"Tis but to know, how little can be known:
To see all others' faults and feel our own :
Condem'd in business or in arts to drudge,
Without a second, and without a judge.
Truths would you leach, to save a sinking land,
All fear, none aid you: and few understand.
Painful pre-eminence! yourself to view
Above life's weakness, and its comforts too.
Bring then these blessings to a strict account,
Make fair deductions; see to what they 'mount.
How much of other each is sure to cost
How each for other oft is wholly lost;
How inconsistent greater gools with these ;
How sometimes life is risk'd, and always ease;
Think; and if still such things thy envy call,
Say, would'st thou be the man to whom they fall ?
To sigb for ribbands if thou art so silly,
Mark how they grace Lord Umbra, or Sir Billy:
Is yellow dirt the passion of thy life?
Look but on Gripus or on Gripus' wife.
If parts allure shee, think how Bacon shind,
The wisest, brightest-meanest of mankind;
Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,
See Cromwell damn'd to everlasting fame; }
If all united thy ambition call,
From ancient story learn to scorn them all.

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'IS from high life, high characters are drawn;

A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn ;
A judge is just; a chanc'lor juster still;
A gownman learn'd; a bishop-what you will ;
Wise, if a minister; but if a king,
More wise, more just, more learn'd, more every thing
'Tis education forms the common mind;
Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd,

Boastful and rough, your first son is a squire :
The next a tradesman meek and much a liar:
Tom struts a soldier, open, bold and brave,
Will sneeks a scriv ner; and exceeding knave,
Is he à churchman? Then he's fond of power;
A quaker ? sly; A Presbyterian ? sour;
A smart free thinker? All things in an hour.

Manners with fortunes, bumors turn with climes, i
Tenets with books, and principles with times.
Search them to ruling passion. There alone,
The wild are constant and the curning known." -

The WORLD compared to a Stags. ALA

LL the world's a stage;

And all the men and women merely playere." They have their exits and their entrances: : And one man, in his time, plays many parts ; ; His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant; Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.And then, the whining school boy, with his satchel, And shining morning faqe, creeping like a snail, Unwillingly to school-And then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eye brow Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the bard; Jealous in honour; sudden and quick in quarrel; Seeking the bubble reputation, Even in the cannon's mouth-And then the justiceIn fair round body with good capon lin'd; With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut! Full of wise laws, and modern instances : And so he plays his part.The sixth age shifus Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon! With spectacles on nose and pouch on side : ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wile For his shrunk; and bis big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,«, That ends this strange eventful history, Js second childishness, and mere oblivion Sasis teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans eyery. thing

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COLUMBUS to FERDINAND. . COLUMBUS was a considerable number of years engaged

in soliciting the court of Spain to fit bim out, in order to discover a new continent, wbicb be imaged existed some wbere in the western part of the ocean. During bis negociations, be is supposed to address king FerDINAND in tbe following stanzas ILIT LLUSTRIOUS monarch of Iberia's soil,

Too long I wait permission to depart;
Sick of delays I beg thy listening ear-
Shine forth the patron and the prince of heart.
While yet Columbus breathes the vital air,
Grant his request to pass the western main :
Reserve this glory for thy native soil,
And what must please thee more – for thy own reigo:
Of this huge globe how small a part we know-
Does heaven their worlds to western sons deny ?
How disproportioned to the mighty deep
The lands that yet in human prospect lie?
Does Cynthia, when to western skies arriv'd,
Spend her sweet beam upon the barren main,
And ne'er illume, with midnight splendor, she,
The native dancing on the lightsome green?
Should the vast circuit of the world contain
Such wastes of ocean and sueh scanty land ?
Tis reason's voice that bid me think not so;
I think more nobly of the Almighty hand.
Does yon tair lamp trace half the circle round
To light the waves and monsters of the seas ?
No--be there must, beyond the billowy waste,
Islands, and men, and animals and trees.
An unremitting flame my breast inspires,
To seek new lands amidst the barren war es,
Where falling low, the source of day descends,
And the blue sea his evening visage leaves,
Hear, in this fragic lay, Cordova's sage:*
^ The time shall come when numerous years are past,
The ocean shall

dissolve the bands of things,
And an extended region rise at last;
And Typ us shall disclose the mighty land,
Far, far away, where pone hare rov'd before ;

Seneca, the poet, native of Cordova in Spain.


Nor shall the world's remotest regions be
Gibraltar's rock, or Thules savage shore.”
Fir'd at the theme, I languish to depart,
Supply the barque, and bid Columbus sail ;
He fears; no storns upon the untravel'd deep ;
Reason shall steer, and skill disarm the gale:
Nor does he dread to lose the intended course,
Tho' far from land the reeling galley stray,
And skies above, and gulfy seas below
Be the sole object seen for many a day:
Think not that nature has unveil'd in vain
The mystic magnet to the mortal eye,
So late have we the guiding needle plann'd.
Only to sail beneath our native sky?
Ere this was found the juling power of all,
Found for our use an ocean in the land,
It's breadth so small, we could not wander long,
Not long be absent from the neighboring strand;
Short was the course and guided by the stars,
But stars no more shall point our daring way;
The Bear, shall sink, and every guard be drown'd,
And great Arcturus scarce escape the sea.

When southward we shall steer-O grant my wish,
Supply the barque, and bid Columbus sail;
He dreads po téinpest on the untravel'd deep,
Reason shall steer, and skill disarm the gale.

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DESCRIPTION of a STORM of HBIL. ONG rush'd the victors o'er the sanguine field, Li And scarce were Gibevn's Joftiest spires beheld When up the west, dark clouds began to rise, Sailid o'er the hills and lengthen'd round the skies; A ridge of folding fire, their summits shone, But fearful blackness all beneath was thrown ; Swift round the sun the spreading gloom was hurld, And night and solitude amaz’d the world,

At once the voice of deep resounding gales Rung slow and solemn in the distant vales ; Then through the groves and o'er the extended plain, With stormy rage the rapid whirlwinds ran. Red o'er the glimmering hills with pomp divine, 1 The lightning's flaming path-began to shine;

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