"Choose for thy command,

Some peaceful province in Acrostic-Land,

There thou may'st Wings display, and Altars raise,
And torture one poor word ten thousand ways."-Dryden,

PUBLIC LIBRARY

Joseph Causton & Sons, Printers, 47, Eastcheap, E.C., and Southwark Street, S.E.

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"Oh, Reader! hast thou ever stood to see

No grazing cattle through their prickly round
Can reach to wound;

But as they grow where nothing is to fear,
Smooth.and unarm'd the pointless leaves

And when the bare and wintry woods we see,
What looks so cheerful as our favourite tree?

"Hurrah! what a storm was a-brewing,
The day of our vengeance was come;
Through scenes of what carnage and ruin
Did I beat on the patriot drum.