If he wish to instruct, he must learn to delight; After all, he must beat it as thin and as fine As the leaf that enfolds what an invalid swallows; For truth is unwelcome, however divine, And unless you adorn it, a nausea follows. TO THE REV. MR. NEWTON, RECTOR OF ST. MARY WOOLNOTH. SAYS the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand And I am so much fallen into disgrace. "Do but see what a pretty contemplative air I give to the company,-pray do but note 'em,— You would think that the wise men of Greece were all there, "My breath is as sweet as the breath of blown roses, Then, lifting his lid in a delicate way, And opening his mouth with a smile quite engaging, The Box in reply was heard plainly to say, "What a silly dispute is this we are waging! "If you have a little of merit to claim, You may thank the sweet-smelling Virginian weed; And I, if I seem to deserve any blame, The before-mentioned drug in apology plead. "Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own, No room for a sneer, much less a cachinnus ; We are vehicles, not of tobacco alone, But of any thing else they may choose to put in us." May 28, 1782. A SIMILE LATINISED. SORS adversa gerit stimulum, sed tendit et alas: VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF DR. LLOYD,* SPOKEN AT THE WESTMINSTER ELECTION NEXT ABIIT senex! periit senex amabilis ! Seu quando, fractus, jamque donatus rude, Miscere gaudebat suas facetias His annuis leporibus. Vixit probus, purâque simplex indole, Et dives æquâ mente-charus omnibus, Ite tituli meritis beatioribus Aptate laudes debitas! Nec invidebat ille, si quibus favens Placide senex! levi quiescas cespite, Etsi superbum nec vivo tibi Decus sit inditum, nec mortuo THE SAME IN ENGLISH. OUR good old friend is gone, gone to his rest, How once ye loved, and eyed him with respect, * I make no apology for the introduction of the following lines, though I have never learned who wrote them. Their elegance will sufficiently recommend them to persons of classical taste and erudition, and I shall be happy if the English version that they have received from me be found not to dishonour them. Affection for the memory of the worthy man whom they celebrate alone prompted me to this endeavour.-W. COWPER. He was Usher and Under-master of Westminster nearly fifty years, and retired from his occupation when he was near seventy, with a handsome pension from the king. [Hayley.] He took his annual seat and mingled here He knew no wish that he might blush to speak, And richer than the rich in being so, Obtained the hearts of all, and such a meed He could congratulate, but envied not. Light lie the turf, good senior! on thy breast, Though, living, thou hadst more desert than fame, FRIENDSHIP. WHAT Virtue, or what mental grace, But men unqualified and base Will boast it their possession? Profusion apes the noble part And Dulness of Discretion. If every polished gem we find, No wonder friendship does the same, Or rather constellation. No knave but boldly will pretend And dream that he had found one. Candid, and generous, and just, For who but learns in riper years But here again a danger lies, An acquisition rather rare Or mean self-love erected; For vicious ends connected. Who seeks a friend should come dis- To exhibit, in full bloom disclosed, * See the note to the Latin copy. A fretful temper will divide In vain the talkative unite How bright soe'er the prospect seems, All thoughts of friendship are but dreams, If Envy chance to creep in; But not a friend worth keeping. As Envy pines at good possessed, And hates him for encroaching. Are sadly prone to quarrel, |