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She cried, and hurl'd their quiv'ring limbs on earth. Rebellowing thunders rock the marble tow'rs, And red-tongucd lightnings shoot their arrowy show'rs: Earth yawns! the crashing ruin sinks! o'er all Death with black hands extends his mighty pall." "They are admirable lines, indeed!" exclaimed Mrs. Harcourt.

"Soon as Ulysses near the enclosure drew, With open mouths the furious mastiffs flew; Down sate the sage; and, cautious to withstand, Let fall the offensive truncheon from his hand. Sudden the master runs aloud he calls; And from his hasty hand the leather falls; With show'rs of stones he drives them far away; The scatter'd dogs around at distance bay." ODYSS. xiv. 29.

At once both god and man you ape To expedite your flame; And yet you find in either shape The failure just the same. Jove fell in fair Danae's lap In showers of glittering gold; By Jove! his Joveship was no sap; How could you be so bold, To hope to have a like success, Most sapient ciphering master, And think a lady's lap to bless With show'rs of lath and plaster?

Life is full of peace and pleasure When we're saved by grace; Sweetest joys overflow the measure When we're saved by grace; Gifts from heaven fall in show'rs, Cheering dark and lonely hours, By our pathway bloom sweet flow'rs, When we're saved by grace.

Doggerel verses, at the foot of the print, celebrate the arrival of a bard, "from ye Great Mogul," bringing with him Wit, Humour, and Satyr, and receiving the Queen's "honest favour," in "show'rs of gold." Under those golden showers, and with the applause of 'all the fashionable Squares' ringing in his ears, we may leave Mr Pasquin.

"Hard hailstones lie not thicker on the plain, Nor shaken oaks such show'rs of acorns rain." It is quite certain he had never been bee-hunting. If he had, we should have had a fifth Georgic. Yet he seems to have known that bees sometimes escaped to the woods:

or that, when two colonies made war upon each other, they issued forth from their hives led by their kings and fought in the air, strewing the ground with the dead and dying: "Hard hailstones lie not thicker on the plain, Nor shaken oaks such show'rs of acorns rain." It is quite certain he had never been bee-hunting. If he had, we should have had a fifth Georgic.

Or if dreams your fancy move, Hear it whisper me and love; Then in pity to the swain, Who must heartless else remain, Soft as gentle dewy show'rs, Slow descend on April flow'rs; Soft as gentle riv'lets glide, Steal unnoticed to my side; If the gem you have to spare, Take your own and place it there.