Part 75 (1/2)

Part i

Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew; The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery, baptized in tears.

DR. WALCOTT.

1738-1819.

_Peter Pindar's Expostulatory Odes to a great Duke and a little Lord_. _Ode XV_.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, And every grin, so merry, draws one out.

MRS. BARBAULD.

1743-1825.

_Warrington Academy_.

Man is the n.o.blest growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.

SIR WILLIAM JONES.

1746-1794.

_A Persian Song of Hafiz_.

Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung.

_Ode in Imitation of Alcoeus_.

What const.i.tutes a state?