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Oh dark asylum of a Vandal race* !

At once the boast of learning, and disgrace;

So sunk in dullness and so lost in shame
That Smythe and Hodgsont scarce redeem thy fame!
But where fair Isis rolls her purer wave,
The partial Muse delighted loves to lave,
On her green banks a greener wreath is wove,
To crown the Bards that haunt her classic grove,

the magazines for the mathematics, and endeavour to take a decent degree in his university, it might eventually prove more serviceable than his present salary.

* “ Into Cambridgeshire the Emperor Probus transported a considerable body of Vandals.”-Gibbon's Decline and Fall, page 83, vol. 2. There is no reason to doubt the truth of this assertion, the breed is still in high perfection.

+ This gentleman's name requires no praise ; the man who in transla tion displays unquestionable genius, may well be expected to excel in original composition, of which it is to be hoped we shall soon see a splendid specimen.

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Where Richards wakes a genuine poet's fires,
And modern Britons justly praise their Sires*.

970

For me, who thus unasked have dared to tell My country, what her sons should know too well, Zeal for her honour bade me here engage The host of idiots that infest her age. No just applause her honoured name shall lose, As first in freedom, dearest to the Muse.

Oh! would thy Bards but emulate thy fame

And rise, more worthy, Albion, of thy name!
What Athens was in science, Rome in power,
What Tyre appeared in her meridian hour,
'Tis thine at once, fair Albion, to have been,

980

Earth's chief dictatress, Ocean's mighty queen:

But Rome decayed, and Athens strewed the plain,

And Tyre's proud piers lie shattered in the main;

* The “ Aboriginal Britons," an excellent poem by RICHARDS.

Like these thy strength may sink in ruin hurled,

And Britain fall, the bulwark of the World.

But let me cease, and dread Cassandra's fate,

With warning ever scoffed at, 'till too late; ..

To themes less lofty still my lay confine,

And urge thy Bards to gain a name like thine.

990

Then, hapless Britain! be thy rulers blest The senate's oracles, the people's jest ! Still hear thy motley orators dispense The flowers of rhetoric, though not of sense, While Canning's colleagues hate him for his wit, And old dame PORTLAND* fills the place of Pitt.

Yet once again adieu! ere this the sail

That wafts me hence is shivering in the gale ;

* A friend of mine being asked why his Grace of P. was likened to an old woman ? replied, “he supposed it was because he was past beare ing."

And Afric's coast and Calpe's* adverse height,
And Stamboul'st' minarets must greet my sight: 1000
Thence shall I stray through beauty'st native clime,
Where Kaffç is clad in rocks, and crowned with

snows sublime.

But should I back return, no lettered rage

Shall drag my common-place book on the stage:

Let vain VALENTIA || rival luckless Carr,

And equal him whose work he sought to mar;

* Calpe is the ancient name of Gibraltar,

† Stamboul is the Turkish word for Constantinople.

$ Georgia, remarkable for the beauty of its inhabitants.

Mount Caucasus. || Lord VALENTIA (whose tremendous travels are forthcoming with due decorations, graphical, topographical, and typographical) deposed, on Sir JoAN CARR's unlucky suit, that DuBoss's satire prevented his purchase of the “ Stranger in Ireland.”-Oh fie, my Lord ! has your Lordship no more feeling for a fellow-tourist? but “ two of a trade," they say, &c.

Let Abedeen and Elgin* still pursue
The shade of fame through regions of Virtu;

Waste useless thousands on their Phidian freaks,

Mis-shapen monuments, and maimed antiques; 1010

And make their grand saloons a general mart
For all the mutilated blocks of art :
Of Dardan tours let Dilettanti tell,

I leave topography to classic GELLT;

And, quite content, no more shall interpose

To stun mankind with Poesy, or Prose.

Thus far I've held my undisturbed career,

Prepared for rancour, steeled 'gainst selfish fear:

* Lord Elgin would fain persuade us that all the figures, with and without noses, in his stone-shop, are the work of Phidias ! “ Credat Judæus !"

+ Mr. GELL's Topography of Troy and Ithaca cannot fail to ensure the approbation of every man possessed of classical taste, as well for the information Mr. G. conveys to the mind of the reader, as for the ability and research the respective works display.

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