THE RIDER AND SAND-BOY: A TALE, To give the last polish to youth, 'tis agreed It adds ease and freedom to classic-glean'd knowledge, One day, after dinner, as a set of these wags "What dost sell there, my lad ?" "Why, sand, sir.” "And prithee Hast got a large stock? I see none of it with thee.” "Oh ! I leaves sand and Neddy about the town's borders, "And am just stepping round, sir, to look out for "Orders!" MORNING FLOWERS. Go, Flow'rets fair, and from the sadden'd sense O'er the Soul's wound your soothing dews dispense, MATILDA DE C. C. TO THE BUTTERFLY. BY A LADY. Ан, happy insect! free from care, When morning glimmers in the east, Thou wander'st o'er the dewy ground, To sip the wild thyme's honey'd feast, Whose sweet breath scatters perfume round. At noon thou suck'st the thistly mead, Where, with companions blythe and gay, Upon the nectar'd flowers to feed, And sport the sultry hours away. And when the sun's last beam is fled, Slumb'ring till morn again appears. Ah! happy insect! once like thine My heedless moments pass'd away 3 No lengthen'd sigh of grief was mine :— No tears then chill'd the glowing day. I wander'd carelessly along The wild wood paths and shady bowers; Yes: then, gay Flutterer! like thee I danc'd where sportive Fancy led ; But Joy no longer smiles for me, And Hope's enchanting dreams are fled. S. E. POEMS BY J. MORFIT, ESQ.* Whose Communications on various interesting Subjects in Birmingham, in the first volume of this work, must have displayed his ability as a Prose Writer, no less than the following Pages will discover his powers as an elegant Classic Poet. VOL. III. 2 D In IN FRANCISCUM ROGERS, M. D. Plurimo, id si quà foret, carmine celebrandum, hi versus præter ultimos, vivente ipso, scripti fuerunt: ultimi autem postquàm omnibus flebilis, sed nulli quàm mihi flebilior, animam efflavit, manu trepidante adjiciebantur. Fuit ille Medicorum decus et exemplar, in humanitate nimius, alienæ saluti consulens, suam negligens; optimo dignus monumento, nullius indigens. EREPTE Gallis prava jubentibus Furore cæco regna ruentia, Regumque sedem sanguine lubricam Te clariorem extare Machaoni Fuêre luctus; pulchrior it dies : Mater Mater vocat te læta Cupidinum, Sed heu! febris, quæ tuta putes, brevi Laudatus ille, interque laudes Solvitur in lachrymas Camoena! THE MERE IDEA OF THE ABOVE BEAUTIFUL TRIBUTE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH. SNATCH'D from those dire artificers of ill, Thy native Gauls, 'tis giv'n thee to retire And renovate the song Sung by thy Fathers, Exile ever dear! Dear for thy virtues, dearer for distress! In stern Misfortune's school. Kingdoms convuls'd and torn, the sport and prey Of eyeless Fury, and the seat of Kings Slipp'ry with human gore, And rocking midst the waste, |