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To a FRIEND
Who had declared his intention of writing no more Poetry.
Dear CHARLES! while yet thou wert a babe, I ween
And I have arrows * mystically tipt,
O for shame return !
* Vide Pind. Olymp. 2. 1. 150.
* Verbatim from Burn's Dedication of his Poem to the
Nobility and Gentry of the Caledonian Hunt.
Then in the outskirts, where pollutions grow,
The KING of tbe CROCODILES.
The people at Isna, in Upper Egypt, have a superstition concerning Crocodiles similar to that entertained in the West Indies; they say there is a King of them who resides near Isna, and who has ears, but no tail; and he possesses an uncommon regal quality, that of doing no harm. Some are bold enough to assert that they have seen him.
Browne's Travels. Mr. Browne had probably forgotten one of our legal axioms, or he would not have conceived that the privilege of doing ne wrong, was peculiar to this long-eard sovereign.
Now Woman why without your
veil ? And wherefore do you look so pale ? And Woman why do you groan so sad, And beat your breast as you were mad ?
Oh! I have lost my darling boy
Oh I have lost my darling child,
He did not venture in to swim,
Now take me in your boat I pray
The King of the Crocodiles never does wrong,
And to the King I will complain