THE THRACIAN.
THRACIAN parents, at his birth, Mourn their babe with many a tear, But with undissembled mirth
Place him breathless on his bier.
Greece and Rome, with equal scorn, O the savages!' exclaim, Whether they rejoice or mourn, Well entitled to the name?'
But the cause of this concern, And this pleasure would they trace, Even they might somewhat learn From the savages of Thrace.
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, though small:
The ladies thumb it much.
Words none, things numerous it contains: And, things with words compared, Who needs be told, that has his brains, Which merit 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 lined, A magazine of art.
The whitest hands that secret hoard Oft visit: and the fair
Preserve it in their bosoms stored, As with a miser's care.
Thence implements of every 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 charged 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 every 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 posed, whoever reads; No commentator's tedious gloss, Nor even index needs.
Search Bodley's many thousands o'er! No book is treasured there, Nor yet in Granta's numerous 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.
A NEEDLE small as small can be, In bulk and use surpasses me, Nor is my purchase dear; For little, and almost for naught, As many of my kind are bought As days are in the year.
Yet though but little use we boast, And are procured at little cost, The labour is not light; Nor few artificers it asks, All skilful in their several 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 shred, 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 a while
The seventh and the last.
SPARROWS SELF DOMESTICATED. 253
Now therefore, Edipus! declare
What creature, wonderful and rare,
with so much ado,
At last produces!—tell me true, And take me for your pains!
SPARROWS SELF DOMESTICATED
IN TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.
NONE ever shared the social feast, Or as an inmate or a guest, Beneath the celebrated dome
Where once Sir Isaac had his home, Who saw not (and with some delight Perhaps he view'd the novel sight) How numerous, at the tables there, The sparrows beg their daily fare. For there, in every nook and cell Where such a family may dwell, Sure as the vernal season comes, Their nests they weave in hope of crumbs, Which, kindly given, may serve with food Convenient their unfeather'd brood; And oft as with its summons clear The warning bell salutes their ear, Sagacious listeners to the sound, They flock from all the fields around, To reach the hospitable hall, None more attentive to the call..
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