Poor Virgil! whose verses, which he took so much pains to polish, have been misscanned, and misparsed, and misinterpreted by so many generations of idle school-boys. There, sit down, ye Latinists. Two or three of you, I fear, are doomed to feel the master's ferule. Next comes a class in arithmetic. These boys are to be the merchants, shopkeepers, and mechanics of a future period.