Disposita ordinibus certis, discrimina servant,
Quæ sibi conveniant, seligat unde nurus.
Ultima quæ restant quæ multa minutula nympha
Dicit, sunt sexti divitiæ folii.

Quantillo in spatio doctrina O quanta latescit!
Quam tamen obscuram vix brevitate voces.
Non est interpres, nec commentarius ullus,
Aut index; tam sunt omnia perspicua.
Ætatem ad quamvis, ad captum ita fingitur omnem
Ut nihil auxilii postulet inde liber.

Millia librorum numerat perplura; nec ullum
Bodlæi huic jactat bibliotheca parem.
Millia Cæsareo numerat quoque munere Granta,
Hæc tamen est inter millia tale nihil.

Non est, non istis auctor de millibus unus,
Cui tanta ingenii vis, vel acumen, inest

A MANUAL,

More ancient than the Art of Printing, and not to be found in any Catalogue.

THERE is a book, which we may call

(Its excellence is such)

Alone a library tho' small;

The ladies thumb it much

Words none, things num'rous it contains;
And, things with words compar'd,
Who needs be told, that has his brains,
Which merits most regard!

Ofttimes its leaves of scarlet hue

A golden edging boast;

And open'd, it displays to view

Twelve pages at the most.

Nor name, nor title, stamp'd behind,

Adorns its outer part;

But all within 'tis richly lin'd,

A magazine of art.

The whitest hands that secret hoard :

Oft visit: and the fair

Preserve it in their bosom stor'd

As with a miser's care.

Thence implements of ev'ry size,
And form'd for various use,
(They need but to consult their eyes)
They readily produce.

The largest and the longest kind
Possess the foremost page,
A sort most needed by the blind,
Or nearly such from age.

The full-charg'd leaf, which next ensues,
Presents, in bright array,

The smaller sort, which matrons use,

Not quite so blind as they.

The third, the fourth, the fifth supply
What their occasions ask,

Who with a more discerning eye
Perform a nicer task.

But still with regular decrease
From size to size they fall,
In ev'ry leaf grow less and less;
The last are least of all.

O! what a fund of genius, pent
In narrow space, is here!
This volume's method and intent
How luminous and clear'

It leaves no reader at a loss

Or pos'd, whoever reads:
No commentator's tedious gloss,
Nor even index needs.

Search Bodley's many thousands o'er!
No book is treasur'd there,

Nor yet in Granta's num'rous store
That may with this compare.

No! Rival none in either host
Of this was ever seen,
Or, that contents could justly boast,
So brilliant and so keen.

ENIGMA.

PARVULA res, et acu minor est, et ineptior usu
Quotque dies annus, tot tibi drachma dabit.
Sed licet exigui pretii minimique valoris,
Ecce, quot artificum postulat illa manus.
Unius in primis cura est conflare metallum ;
In longa alterius decere fila labor.

Tertius in partes resecat, quartusque resectum
Perpolit ad modulos attenuatque datos.
Est quinti tornare caput, quod sextus adaptet ;
Septimus in punctum cudit et exacuit.
His tandem auxiliis ita res procedit, ut omnes
Ad numeros ingens perficiatur opus.
Quæ tanti ingenii, quæ tanti est summa labor;s:
Si mihi respondes dipe, tota tua est.

AN ENIGMA.

A NEEDLE small, as small can be,
In bulk and use, surpasses me,
Nor is my purchase dear!
For little and almost for nought
As many of my kind are bought
As days are in the year.

Yet though but little use we boast,
And are procur'd at little cost,
The labour is not light,

Nor few artificers it asks,

All skilful in their sev'ral tasks,
To fashion us aright.

One fuses metal o'er the fire,
A second draws it into wire,

The shears another plies,

Who clips in lengths the brazen thread
For him, who, chafing every thread,
Gives all an equal size.

A fifth prepares, exact and round,
The knob, with which it must be crown'd
His follower makes it fast:

And with his mallet and his file
To shape the point, employs awhile
The seventh and the last.

Now therefore, Edipus! declare
What creature, wonderful, and raro,
A process, that obtains

Its purpose with so much ado,
At last produces !-tell me true,
And take me for your pains'

PASSERES INDIGENÆ

COL. TRIN. CANT. COMMENSALES.

INCOLA qui norit sedes, aut viserit hasce

Newtoni egregii quas celebravit honos; Viditque et meminit, lætus fortasse videndo, Quam multa ad mensas advolitarit avis. Ille nec ignorat, nidos ut, vere ineunte,

Tecta per et forulos, et tabulata struat. Ut coram educat teneros ad pabula fœtus,

Et pascat micis, quas det amica manus. Convivas quoties campanæ ad prandia pulsus

Convocat, haud epulis certior hopes adest. Continuo jucunda simul vox fertur ad aures, Vicinos passer quisque relinquit agros, Hospitium ad notum properatur ; et ordine stantes Expectant panis fragmina quisque sua.

Hos tamen, hos omnes, vix uno largior asse

Sumptus per totam pascit alitque diem.

Hunc unum, hunc modicum (nec quisquam invidorit assem)

Indigenæ, hospitii jure, merentur aves