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Left pow'r exerted, but without success,
Should make the little ye retain still less.
Ye once were justly fam'd for bringing forth
Undoubted scholarship and genuine worth,
And in the firmament of fame still shines,
A glory bright as that of all the signs,
Of poets rais’d by you, and statesinen and divines.
Peace to them all, those brilliant times are fied,
And no such lights are kindling in their stead.
Our striplings shine indeed, but with such rays
As set the midnight riot in a blaze,
And feem, if judg'd by their expressive looks,
Deeper in none than in their surgeons books,

Say mufe (for education made the fong, No mufe can hesitate or linger long) What causes move us, knowing as we must That these Menageries all fail their trust, To send our fons to scout and scamper there, While colts and puppies coft us so much care?

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. The wall on which we tried our graving skill, The very name we carv'd subsisting still, The bench on which we sat while deep employ'd, Though mangled, hack’d, and hew'd, not yet destroy'd; The little ones unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot, As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw, To pitch the ball into the grounded hat, Or drive it devious with a dext'rous pat; The pleasing spectacle at once excites Such recollection of our own delights, That viewing it, we seem almost e' obtain, Our innocent sweet simple years again. This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life's long race,

Maintains

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Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway,
We feel it ev'n in age, and at our latest day.
Hark! how the fire of chits, whose fucure share
Of classic food begins to be his care,
With his own likeness plac'd on either knee,
Indulges all a father's heart-felt glee,
And tells them, as he strokes their silver locks,
That they must soon learn Latin, and to box;
Then turning, he regales his liftning wife
With all th’adventures of his early life,
His skill in coachmanship, or driving chaise,
In bilking tavern bills and spouting plays,
What snifts he us'd, detected in a scrapé,
How he was fogg’d, or had the luck t'escape,
What sums he loft at play, and how he sold
Watch, seals, and all—'till all his pranks are told.
Retracing thus his frolics ('tis a name
That palliates deeds of folly and of shame)
He gives the local bias all its fway,
Resolves that where he play'd his sons snall play,

And destines their bright genius to be shown
Just in the scene where he display'd his own.
The meek and bashful boy will soon be taught
To be as bold and forward as he ought,
The rude will scuffle through with ease enough,
Great schools fuit best the sturdy and the rough.
Ah happy designation, prudent choice,
Th’ event is sure, expect it and rejoice!
Soon see your wish fulfill?d in either child,
The
pert

made perter, and the tame made wild.

The great indeed, by titles, riches, birth, Excus'd th' incumbrance of more folid worth, Are best dispos'd of, where with most success They may acquire that confident address, Those habits of profufe and lewd expence, That scorn of all delights but those of sense, Which though in plain plebeians we condemn, With so much reason all expect from them.

But families of less illustrious fames

Whose chief distinction is their spotless name,
Whose heirs, their honors none, their income small;
Must shine by true desert, or not at all;
What dream they of, that with so little care
They risk their hopes, their dearest treasure there?
They dream of little Charles or William grac'd
With wig prolix, down-flowing to his waist,
They see th' attentive crowds his talents draw,
They hear him speak-the oracle of law.
The father who designs his babe a priest,
Dreams him episcopally such at least,
And while the playful jockey scours the room
Briskly, astride

upon the parlour broom,
In fancy fees him more superbly ride
In coach with purple lin’d, and mitres on its side.
Events improbable and strange as these,
Which only a parental eye foresees,
A public school shall bring to pass with ease.

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