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country, this friend to all mankind, of whom it is pleasant for the writer to sing with the Roman Poet.

Detur Corona, et Respieblica Salva Est.

THE GENIUS, A TALE.

On Western road 'bout midway down,
To Bath, there is a market town
Spina 'twas call'd in Roman days,
So ancient Geography says,
Upon Avona's lucid streami

Whose verdant banks with plenty teem,
A Miller flourished at his trade,
And from a low beginning made
A rapid Fortune, so 'tis said.
But something more he wanted, yet-
And which he much about wou'd fret,
No Scholar he-at reck'ning bad,
At his own blnnders, often mad
These cares he had not to himself,
He had a wife, Alas! poor elf
Who'd rant and storm at ev'ry blunder
With a stentorian voice of thunder.
Tired of leading such a life-
He thus one day spoke to his wife-
"What I'll propose in time will end
"Our noisy strife, suppose we send,
"Our Robert to a boarding school,
"That he may learn to sum by rule,
The boy is shrew'd and not a fool.
"Then in about a year or two,
"To market he'll be fit to go—
"With me, and in short time he might
"My events imperfect e'er put right"?
He still had talk'd had not his mate
Stopt him with her noisy prate.
Now she of learning something knew
At least pretended so to do

For she had liv'd sometime in town
As nurse, with Lady Camperdown,
Had heard of youths that's sent to College
To learn the classic's and gain knowledge,
Being full of this, she thus began,
"Send him to boarding school we can

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"For we have hundred's now in store
And still are adding to it more,
"To Mister Bullock's let him go,
"For he a scholard is I know;
"From London he hath boys that come
"On purpose they may learn to sum.”.
It was agreed, and soon she went
To Mister Bullock's fully bent.

"My son," said she, "I've brought to you
"That you in counts may make him true.
His father is a mõnied man,

"Be sure you learn him all you can;
"Learn him grammar, let him speak
"Hebrew, Latin, French, and Greek."
Bullock with pleasure look'd around,
Then with a bow, and scrape on ground-
"That he will learn, I'll not profess,
"Without a genius he possess.

She stopt him short. "I do not know
"Whether he has got one or no
"But that I'm sure can't signify,
"One for him shall his father buy,
"A genus for him shall he send,
"I pray you well to him attend,
"He minds not money, so you will
"Learn him all in which you skill."
Then with an awkward compliment,
And courtsey low, away she went.

J DAVIS.

ACROSTIC.

Go get thee gone thou false deluding bait
Out of my sight before it is too late,
Linger not here, depart (thou❜t all a lie)
Down to thy nat'ral soil there ever lyė.

J. LOVELOCK.

The Amusing Chronicle is published at No. 6, Gilbert's Passage, Portugal street, and served at the houses of the subscribers, in the same manner as newspapers and magazines.

G. Stobbs, Printer,
Catherine Street, Strand.

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AMUSING CHRONICLE,

a Weekly Repository for

MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE.

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THE holiday tourist, who, like the ephemeral fly, just sports his day and then is heard no more, will tell his friends of the noble mansion he met with in his way-who raised the dome, and by what hands adorned,-of sumptuous hangings, vases, statues, and of pictures ranged from Guido down to Gainsborough, and more beside-what hundreds have described before; but he will seldom charm the ear and warm the heart with tales of soft humanity, or point the way to make the wretched happy: the economy of the post-road host, or the conduct of travellers like himself, afford but short lessons to improve the mind:would he sometimes stray into the obscure parts of the village, and remark the manners of less splendid life, it is possible he might collect something more to his credit;-if it be but the conduct of the husbandman to his little family,-the industry of the cleanly mother in her domestic concerns-the modest demeanour of her pretty girls, and the tractableness of his growing boys; the ways of the agriculturist, and the produce of his toils,-all these may afford him subjects for more improving description. The means I own are humble, but the bee draws liquid treasure from the nettle flower, and honey from the blossom of the coarse mallow; the ant will seek her dinner in the dust, and the wild-bird in the clefts of the rudest rock, when palaces and gaudy domes never court the wild-bird to her comforts, or yield the active pismire a single grain, or by their colours attract the busy bee to sweetness.

Macpherson, Printer, Russell Court, Covent Garden.

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