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Their skill a truth, his master's a pretence. If neither horse nor groom affect the squire, Where can at last His Jockeyship retire? Oh, to the club, the scene of savage joys,

Himself should work that wonder if he can. The school of coarse good-fellowship and Alas! his efforts double his distress;

He likes yours little, and his own still less. Thus always teasing others, always teased, His only pleasure is to be displeased.

I pity bashful men who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
And bear the marks upon a blushing face
Of needless shame and self-imposed disgrace.
Our sensibilities are so acute

The fear of being silent makes us mute.
We sometimes think we could a speech pro-
duce

Much to the purpose if our tongues were loose,
But, being tied, it dies upon the lip,
Faint as a chicken's note that has the pip:
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

The reeking, roaring hero of the chase-
I give him over as a desperate case.
Physicians write in hopes to work a cure
Never, if honest ones, when death is sure;
And, though the fox he follows may be tamed,
A mere fox-follower never is reclaimed.
Some farrier should prescribe his proper

course

Whose only fit companion is his horse,
Or if, deserving of a better doom,

The noble beast judge otherwise, his groom.

noise;

There, in the sweet society of those
Whose friendship from his boyish years he

chose,

Let him improve his talent if he can,
Till none but beasts acknowledge him a man.

Man's heart had been impenetrably sealed, Like theirs that cleave the flood or graze the field,

Had not his Maker's all-bestowing hand Given him a soul and bade him understand; The reasoning power vouchsafed of course inferred

The power to clothe that reason with his word;

For all is perfect that God works on earth,
And he that gives conception adds the birth.
If this be plain, 'tis plainly understood
What uses of his boon the Giver would.
The mind, despatched upon her busy toil,
Shall range
where Providence has blessed the

soil; Visiting every flower with labor meet And gathering all her treasures sweet by sweet,

She should imbue the tongue with what she sips

And shed the balmy blessing on the lips.

WILLIAM COWPER.

TWO LOVES AND A LIFE.

FOUNDED ON THE DRAMA OF THAT NAME BY MESSRS. TOM TAYLOR AND
CHARLES READE.

O the scaffold's foot she came;
Leaped her black eyes into
flame;

"Annie is his wife, they said;

Be it wife, then, to the dead,
Since the dying she will mate:

Rose and fell her panting I can love, and I can hate.'

breast:

There a pardon closely pressed.

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What their sin? They do but love;
Let this thought thy bosom move."

She had heard her lover's Came the jealous answer straight:

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THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES. ENIPPUS the philosopher was a second time taken up into heaven by Jupiter, when for his entertainment he lifted up a trap-door that was placed by his footstool. At its rising there issued through it such a din of cries as astonished the philosopher. Upon his asking what they meant, Jupiter told him that they were the prayers that were sent up to him from the earth. Menippus, amidst the confusion of voices-which was so great that nothing less than the ear of Jove could distinguish them-heard the words "riches, honor" and "long life" repeated in several different tones and languages.

cruelty of an Ephesian widow, and begged him to breed compassion in her heart.

"This," says Jupiter, "is a very honest fellow. I have received a great deal of incense from him: I will not be so cruel to him as to hear his prayers.'

When the first hubbub of sounds was over, the trap-door being left open, the voices came up more separate and distinct. The first prayer was an odd one: it came from Athens, and desired Jupiter to increase the wisdom and the beard of his humble supplicant. Menippus knew it by the voice to be the prayer of his friend Licander the philosopher. This was succeeded by the petition of one who had just laden a ship, and promised Jupiter, if he took care of it and returned it home again full of riches, he would make him an offering of a silver cup. Jupiter thanked him for nothing, and, bending down his ear more attentively than ordinary, heard a voice complaining to him of the

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He was then interrupted by a whole volley of vows which were made for the health of a tyrannical prince by his subjects who prayed for him in his presence. Menippus was surprised, after having listened to prayers offered up with so much ardor and devotion, to hear low whispers from the same assembly, expostulating with Jove for suffering such a tyrant to live and asking him how his thunder could lie idle. Jupiter was so offended with these prevaricating rascals that he took down the first vows and puffed away the last.

The philosopher, seeing a great crowd mounting upward and making its way directly to the trap-door, inquired of Jupiter what it meant.

"This," says Jupiter, "is the smoke of a whole hecatomb that is offered me by the general of an army, who is very importunate with me to let him cut off a hundred thousand men that are drawn up in array against him. What does the impudent wretch think I see in him, to believe that I will make a sacrifice of so many mortals as good as himself? and all this to his glory, forsooth! But hark!" says Jupiter; "there is a voice I never heard but in time of danger: 'tis a rogue that is shipwrecked in the Ionian sea. I saved him on a plank but three days ago, upon his

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