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Shall the wrenth surround my hair?
Or shall the music please my car?
Shall I my comrades mirth receive,
And bless iny birth, and wish to live?
Then let me see great Venus cha se
Imperious anger froin thy face;
Then let me hear thee smiling say,
“ 'Thou, my dear, wert born to day."

EPITAPH.

EXTEMPORE. Nobles and heralds, by your leave,

bere lies what once was Matthew Prior, The son of Adam and of Eve;

Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher ?

GUALTERUS DANISTUNUS AD AMICOS
Dum studeo fungi fallentis munere vitae,

Adfectoque viain sedibus Elysiis,
Arctoa forens sophiâ, Samnisque superbus

Discipulis, animas morte carere cano.
Has ego corporibus profugas ad sidera mitto;

Sideraque ingressis otia blanda dico;
Qualia conveniunt Divis, queis fata volebant

Vitae faciles molliter ire vias:
Vinaque Cælicolis media inter gaudia libo;

Et me quid majus suspicor esse viro.
Sed fuerint nulli forsan, quos spondco, cæli;

Nullaque sint Ditis numina, nulla Jovis:
Fabula sit terris agitur que vita relictis;

Quique superstes, Homo: qui nihil, esto Deus.
Attamen esse hilares. & inanes mittere curas

Proderit, ac vitæ commoditate frui.
Et festos agitâsse dies, ævique fugacis

Tempora perpetuis detinuisse jocis.
His me parentein prxceptis occupet Orcus,

Et Mors; seu Divum, seu nihil, esse velit:
Nam sophia ars illa est, quæ fallere suaviter boras

Admonet, atque Orci non timuisse ininas.

FOR MY OWY TOMBSTONE.
To me 'twas given to die: to thee 'tis given
To live: alas! one monent sets us even.
Mark! how impartial is the will of Heaven!

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IMITATED
FOR MY OWN MONUMENT.

Studious the busy moments to deceive,
As doctors give physic by way of prevention, That fleet between the cradle and the grave,
Mat, alive and in health, of his tombstone took I credit what the Grecian dictates say,
care;

And Sainian sounds o'cr Scotja's hills convey. For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention | When mortal man resigns bis transient breath, May haply be never fulfill'd by his heir.

The body only I give o'er to death;

The parts dissolvid and broken frame I mourn: Then take Mat's word for it, the sculptor is paid;

What came from earth I see to earth return. That the figure is fine, pray believe your own

The immaterial part, th' etheral soul, eye; Yet credit but lightly what more may be said,

Nor can change vanquish, nor can death controla For we flatter ourselves, and teach marble to lie.

Glad I release it from its partner's cares,

And bid good angels waft it to the stars. Yet, counting as far as to fifty his years,

Then in the flowing bowl I drown those sighs, His virtues and vices were as other men's are; Which, spite of wisdoin, from our weakness rise. High hopes he conceiv'd, and he smother'd great The draught to the dead's memory I commend, fears,

And ofier to thee now, immortal friend. In a life party-colour'd, half pleasure, half care. But if, oppos'd to what my thoughts approve,

Nor Pluto's rage there be, nor power of Jove; Nor to business a dru:Ige, nor to faction a slave.

On its dark side if thou the prospect take; Hestrove to make interest and freedom agree;

Grant all forgot beyond black Lethe's lake ; In public employments industrious and grave,

In total death suppose the mortal lie, And alone with his friends, lord, how merry was No new hereafter, nor a future sky:

Yet bear thy lot content; yet cease to grieve: Now in equipage stately, now humbly on foot,

Why, ere death comes, dost thou forbear to live? Both fortunes he try'd,but to neither would trust; /

The little time thou hast, 'twixt instant now And whirl'd in the round, as the wheel turn'd about,

And Fate's approach, is all the Gods allow: He found riches had wings, and knew man was

And of this little bast thou aught to spare but dust.

To sad reflection, and corrocling care?

The moments past, if thou art wise, retrieve This verse little polish'd, though mighty sincere, With pleasant memory of the bliss they gave. Sets neither his titles nor merit to view;

The present hours in present mirth employ, It says, that his relics collected lie here,

And bribe the future with the hopes of joy : And no mortal yet knows too if this may be truc. The future (few or more, howe'er they be) Fierce robbers there are that infest the highway,

Were destin'd erst; nor can by Fate's decreo
So Mat may be kill'd, and his bones never found;

Be now cut off betwixt the grave and thee.
False witness at court, and fierce tempests at sea,
So Mat may yet chance to be hang'd, or be
drown'd.

THE FIRST HYMN OF CALLIMACHUS. If his bones lie in earth, roll in sea, fly in air,

TO JUPITER.
To Fate we inust yield, and the thing is the same.
And if passing thou giv'st him a smile or a tear,

While we to Jove select the holy victim,
He cares not yet prythce be kind to his fame. Whom apter shall we sing, than Jove himself,

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The god for ever great, for ever king,

| Old poets inention, fabling. Things of moment, Who slew the earth-born race, and measures right Well nigh equivalent and neighbouring value, To Heaven's great habitants? Dicta'an hear'st thon By lot are parted : but high Heaven, thy share, More joyful, or Lycæan, long dispute

| In equal balance laid 'gainst son or Hell, And various thought has trac'd. On Ida's mount, Flings up the adverse scale, and shuns proportion. Or Dicte, studijous of his country's praise,

Wherefore not chance, but power above thy breThe Cretan boasts thy natal place : but oft

thren, He meets reproof deseri'd: for he, presumptuous, Exalted thee their king. When thy great will . Has built a tomb for thee, who never know'st Commands thy chariot forth, impetuous strength To die, but liv'st the same to day and ever.

And fiery swiftness wing the rapid wheels, Arcadian therefore be thy birth : Great Rhea, Incessant; high the eagle flies before thee. Pregnant to high Parrhasia's cliffs retird,

And oh! as I and mine consult thy augur, And wilu Lyca us, black with shading pines: Grant the glad omen : let thy favourite rise Holy retreat! sithence no female hither,

Propitious, ever soaring from the right. Conscious of social love and Nature's rites,

Thou to the lesser goils hast well assign'd Must dare approach, from the interior reptile | Their proper shares of power: thy own, great Jove, To woman, form divine. There the blest parcnt Boundless and universal. Those who labour : Ungirt her spacious boson, and discharg'di . The sweaty forge, who edge the crooked scythe, The pondrous birth; she sought a neighbouring Bend stubborn stcel, and harden gleeniny armour, spring

Acknowledge Vulcan's aid. The early hunter To vash the recent babe; in vain: Arcadia, Blesses Diana's hand, who leads hinn safe (I lowever streamy) now arlust and dry,

Q'er hanging clists, who spreads his 'net successful, Deny'd the goddess water; where deep Melas And guides the arrow through the panther's heart. And rocky Cratis flow, the chariot smokid,

The soldier, from successful camps returning Obscure with rising dust: the thirsty traveller With laurel wreath', and rich with hostile spoil, In vain requir'd the current, then inprison'

Severs the buil to Mars. The skilful baril, In subterrancous caverns : forests grow

Striking the Thracian barp, invokis Apollo, i pon the barren hollows high o'ershading

To make his hero and himself immortal. The haunts of savage beasts, where now laon Those, mighty Jove, mcan time, thy glorious care, And Erimanth incline their friendly urns.

Who model nations, publish laws, announce Thou too, O Earth,” great Rhea said, “ bring | Or life or death, and found or change the empire. forth;

Man owns the power of kings; and kings of Jove. And short shall be thy pangs.” She said ; and high And, as their actions tend subordinate She rear'd her arni, and with her sceptre struck To what thy will designs, thou giv'st the means The yawning clifi: from its disparted beight Proportiond to the work; thou seest iinpartial Adown the mount the gashing torrent ran,

How they those means employ. Each monarch And cheer'd the vallies: there the heavenly mother | His ditterent realm, accountable to thee, Bath'u, mighty king, thy tender limbs : she wrapt Great ruler of the world : these only have them

To speak and be obey'd; to those are given In purple bands: she gave the precious plege Assistant days to ripen the design; To prudent Neda, charging her to guard thee, To some whole months, revolving years to some; Careful and secret; Neva, of the nymphs

Otiucrs, ill-fated, are condemn'd to toil That tended the great birth, next Philyre

Their touions life, and mourn their purpose blasted And Styx, the oldest. Smiling, she received thee, With fruitless act, and inipotence of council. And, conscious of the grace, absolv'd her trust: 1 Hail! greatest son of Saturn, wise disposer Not unrewardeil; since the river bore

Of every good : thy praise what man yet born The favourite virgin's naine; fair Neda rolls Pas suny? or who that may be born shall sing? By Leprion's ancient walls, a fruitful stream. Again, and often hail! indulge our prayer, Fast by her flowery bank the sons of Arcas, Great father! grant us virtue, grant us vialth: Favourites of Heaven, with happy care protect fror, without virtue, wealth vo man arails rot; Their fletcy charge ; and joyous drink her wave. And virtue without wealth exerts less power, Thee, god, to Cnossus Neda brought; the land less ditluses good. Then grant us, gracious, nymphs

Virtue and wealth; for both are of thy gift! . And Corybantes thee, their sacred charge, Receiv'd: Adraste rock'd thy golden craille: . The goat, now bright amidst her fellow-stars, Kind Amalthea, reach'd her trat distent With milk, thy early food : the scdulous bee

THE SECOND HYMY OF CALLIMACHUS. Distillid her honey on thy purple lips. .

TO APOLLO. Around, the fierce Curetes (oriler : olemn To thy forc knowing mother!) trod tumultuous THA! how the laurel, great Apollo's tree, Their mystic dance, and clang'd th ir suunding Ime all the carorn shakes! far off, far off, Industrious with the warlike din to quellfarms, / The man that is anhallow'd : for the soul, Thy infant cries, and mock the ear of Saturn: The god approaches. Hark! he knocks; the gates Swift growth and wondrous grace, o hearenly Feel the glad impulse; and the sever'd bars Waited thy blooming years: inventive wit, [Jore,' Submissive clink against their brazen portals. And perfect judgment, crown'd thy youthful act. Why do the Delian palms incline their boughs, That Saturn's sops receiv'd the three-fold empire Self-mov'd? and horering svans, their throats reOf Heaven, of ocean, and deep Hell beneath,

Tcas'd . As the dark urn and chance of lot determin'd, From native silence, carol sounds harinonious..

Begin, young men, the hymn: let all your , Where gates should open, or where walls should harps

compass: Break their inglorious silence; and the dance, While from thy childish pastime man receiv'd In mystic numbers trod, explain the music. The future strength and ornament of nations. But first, by ardent prayer, and clear lustration, | Battus, our great progenitor, now touch'd Purge the contagious spots of human weakness : The Libyan strand: when the foreboding crow Impure no mortal can behold Apollo.

Flew on the right before the people, marking So may ye nourish, favour'd by the god,

The country, destin'd the auspicious seat In youth with happy nuptials; and in age

Of future kings, and favour of the god, With silver hair, and fair descent of children ! Whose oath is sure, and promise stands eternal. So lay foundations' for aspiring cities,

Or Boëdromian hear'st thou pleas'd, or Clarian And bless your spreading colonies' increase! Phoebus, great king? for different are thy names, Pay sacred reverence to Apollo's song;

As thy kind hand has founded many cities, List wrathtul the far-shooting god emit

Or dealt benign thy various gifts to man. His fatal arrows. Silent Nature stands;

Carnean let me call thee; for my country And seas subside, obedicnt to the sound

Calls thee Carnean: the fair colony Of lö, lö Pean! nor dares Thetis,

Thrice by thy gracions guidance was transported, Longer bewail her lov'd Achilles' death ;

Ere settled in Cyrene; there w' appointed For Phæbus was his foe. Nor must sad Niobe Thy annual feasts, kind godd, and bless thy altars In fruitless sorrow persevere, or weep

Sinoking with hecatombs of slaughter'd bulls, Ein through the Phrygian marble. Hapless As Carnus, thy bigh priest and favour'd friend, mother!

(spring Had erst ordaiu'd ; and with mysterious rites, Whose fondness could compare her mortal off Our great forefathers taught their sons tu worship To those wisich fair Latona bore to Jove.

lö Carnean Phæbus! lö Pean! lo! again repeat ye, lö Pean!

The yellow crocus there and fair narcissus Against the deity 'tis hard to strive.

Reserve the honours of their winter-store, He, that resists the power of Ptolemy,

To deck thy temple; till returning spring Resists the power of Heaven; for power from Ditluses Nature's various pride; and flowers Heaven

Innuinerable, by the soft south-west Derives, and monarchs rule by gods appointed. Open'd, and gather'd by religious hands,

Recite Apollo's praise, till night draws on, Rebound their sweets from th' odoriferous paveThe ditty still unfinish'd; and the day

ment. Inequal to the goxhead's attributes

Perpetual tires shine ballow'd on thy altars, Various, and inatter copions of your songs.

When annual the Carnean feast is held; Sublime at Jure's right-hand pollo sits,

The warlike Libyans, clad in armour, lead And thence distributes honour, gracious king, The dance; with canging swords and sbjelds they And theme of verse perpetual. Froin his rube The dreadful measure : in the chorus juin (beat. Flous light ineflable: his harp, his quiver,

Their women, brown but beautiful : such rites And Listian bow, are golel : with golden sandals | To thee well-pleasing. Nor had yet thy votaries, His feet are shod; how rich! how beautiful! | From Greece transplanted, touch'd Cyrene's banks, Beneath his steps the yellow mineral rises,

And lands determin'd for their last abodes; And Earth reveals her treasures. Youth and beauty But wander'd through Azilis' horrid forest Etemal deck his cheeks: from his fair head

Dispers'd; when from Myrtusa's craggy brow, Perfunes distill their sweets; and cheerful Ilcalth, Fond of the maid, auspicious to the city, Ilis duteous handmaid, through the air improv'd, Which must hereafter bear her farour'd name, With lavisha hand diffuses scents ambrosial.

Thou gracious deign'st to let the fair-one view The spearman's arm by thee, great goul, directed, Her typic people; thon with pleasure taught'st her Sands forth a certain wound. The laureld bard, To draw the bow, to slay the shaggy lion, Inspir'd by thee, composes verse immortal.

And stop the spreading ruin of the plains. Taught by thy art divine, the page physician Happy the nymphs, who, lionour'd by thy passion, Fliides the urn; and chains or exiles Death.

Was aided by thy power! The monstrous Python Thee. Nomian, we adore ; for that, from Heaven Durst teinpt thy wrath in vain : for dead he fell, Descending, thou on fair Ainphrusus' lanks To thy great strength and golden arms uncyual Didst guard Admetus' herds. Sithcuce the cow Tö! while thy unerring hand clanc'd Prodluc d an ampler store of milk; the she-goat, Another, and another dart; the people Not without pain, drayg'd her distended udder; Joyfully repeated lö! lö Pean! Aud ewes, that erst brought furth but singk lambs, Elance the dart, Apollo: for the safety Now dropp'd their two-fold burthens. Blust the And health of inan, gracious thy mother bore thee On shich Ipollo cast his favouring eye! [cattle, Envy, thy latest foe, sugested thus : But, Phæbus, thou to man beneficent,

“ Like thee I am a power immortal; therefore , D-light'st in building cities. · Bright Diana, To thee dare speak. How canst thou favour partial Kind sister to thy infant deity,

Those ports who write little? Vast and great New-utan'd, and just arising from the craille, Is what I love: the far-extended ocean Brought hunted wild-goats' heads, and branching | To a small ritult I prefer." Apollo Of stars, the fruit and honour of her tvil. (antlers Spurn'd Envy with his foot; anid thus the god : These with discerning hand thou knew'st to range “ Demon, the head-long current of Euphrates, (Young as thou wast) and in the well-framid | Assyrian river, copious ruins, but muddy, With emblematic skill, and mystic order, models, And caruies forwarid with his stupid force Thou show'st where towers or battlements should | Fulluting dirt ; his torrent still augmenting, rise,

His wave still inore detild: incan while the nymphs Melissan, sacred and recluse to Ceres,

| Yet we are able only to survey Studious to have their offerings well receiv'd, Dawning of beams, and promises of day. And fit for heavenly use, from little urns

Heaven's fuller etluence mocks our dazzled sight; Pour streams select, and purity of waters.'' Tuo great its swiftness, and too strong its light. lö! Apollo, mighty king, let Envy

But soon the mediate clouds shall be dispell’d; IIl-judging and verbose, from Lethe's lake

The Sun sball soon be face to face beireld, Draw tuns unmeasurable; while thy favour In all his robes, with all his glory on, Administers to my ambitious thirst

Seated sublime on his meridian throne.
The wholesome draught from Aganippe's spring Then constant Faith and holy Hope shall die,
Genuine, and with soft murmurs gently rilling One lost in certainty, and one in jay :
Adown the mountains where thy daughters haunt, Whilst thou, more happy power, fair Charity,

Triumphant sister, greatest of the three,
Thy office and thy nature still the same,
Lasting thy lamp, and unconsuun'd thy flame,

Shalt still survive-
CILARITY.

Shalt stand before the host of Heaven confest,

For ever biessing, and for ever blest. A PARAPIIRASE ON THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER OF THE

FIRST EPISTLE TO THE CORINTHIANS.
Dio sweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue,

CUPID IN AMBUSH.
Than ever man pronounc'd, or angels sing;
Had I all knowledge, human and divine,

I'r oft to many has successful been,
That thought can reach, or science can define;

lipon his arm to let bis mistress lean, And had I power to give that knowledge birth,

Or with her airy fan to cool her heat, In all the speeches of the babbling Earth ;

Or gently squeeze lier knees, or press her feet. Did Shadrach's zeal my glowing breast inspire,

All public sports, to favour young desire, To weary tortures, and rejoice in fire; .

\ith opportunities like this conspire. Or had I faith like that which Israel saw

Ev'n where his skill the gladiator shows, When Moses gave them miracles and law :

With humaa blood where the Arena flows; Yet, gracious Charity! indulgent guest,

There oftentimes Lore's quiver-bearing boy Were not thy power excited in my breast,

Prepares his bow and arrows to destroy: Those speeches would send up uvbeeded prayer;

While the spectator gazes on the sight, That scorn of life would be but wild despair;

And sees them wound each other with delight; A tymbal's sound were better than my voice;

While he his pretty mistress entertains, My faith were form, iny eloquence we're noise. And wagers with her who the conquest gains; Charity, decent, modest, easy, kind,

Slily the god takes aim, and hits his heart, Softens the high, and rears the abject inind,

And in the wounds be sees he bears his part, Knows with just reins and gentle hand to guide Betwixt vile shame and arbitrary pride. Not soon provok'd, she easily forgives; And much she suffers, as she much believes.

ENGRAVED ON A COLUMN IN THE Soft peace she brings wherc-ever she arrives;

CHURCII OF HALSTEAD IN ESSEX; She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives; Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even, THE SPIRE OF WHICH, BURYT DOWN BY LIGHTNING, WAS And opens in each heart a little Heaven.

REBUILT AT THE EXPENCE OF MR. SAMUEL FISKE, Each other gift, which God on man bestows, Its proper bound and due restriction knors;

1717. To one fixt purpose dedicates its power,

View not this spire by measure given
And, finishing its act, exists no inore,

To buildings rais'd by common hands :
Thus, in obedience to what Heaven decrees, That fabric rises bigb as Heaven,
Knowledge shall fail, and prophecy shall cease; | Whose basis on devotion stands.
But lasting Charity's more ample sway,

While yet we draw this vital breath,
Nor bound by time, nor subject to decay,

We can our faith and hope declare;
In happy triumph shall for ever lire,

But charity beyond our death
And endless good diffuse, and endless praise receive. Will ever in our works appear,

As, through the artist's intervening glass, Best be he call'd among good men,
Our eye observes the distant planets pass,

Who to his God this column rais'd: . A little we discover, but allow

Though lightning strike the dome again,
That more remains unseen, than art can show : The man, who built it, shall be prais'd;
So, whilst our mind its knowledge would improve, Yet sires and towers in dust shall lie,
(Its feeble eye intent on things above)'

The weak efforts of human pains;
High as we may, we lift our reason up,

And Faith and Hope themselves shall die, By Faith directed, and confis'd by Hope:

While deathless Charity remains,

And, as through these canals they roll,
ALMA:

Bring up a sample of the whole;

Like footmen running before coaches,
OR,

To tell the inn what lord approaches.
THE PROGRESS OF THE MIND.

“ By nerves about our palate plac'd,

She likewise judges of the taste.
IS THREE CANTOS.

Else (dismal thought!) our warlike men
Πάντα γίλως, και πάντα πόνις, και πάντα το μηδέν. Might drink thick port for fine champagne ;
Πάντα γάρ εξ ολόγων εστί τα γιγνόμενά.

And our ill jullging wives and daughters
Incert. ap. Stobæum.

Mistake small beer for citron-waters.

“Hence, tvo, that she might better hear, CANTO L.

She sets a drum at either car :

And, loud or gentle, harsh or sweet, Martuew' met Richard', when or where

Are but th' alarums which they beat. From story is not mighty clear:

“ Last, to enjoy her sense of feeling, Of many knotty points they spoke,

(A thing she much delights to deal in) And pro and con by turns they took.

A thousand little nerves she sends Pats half the manuscript have eat:

Quite to our toes and fingers' ends; Dire hunger! which we still regret.

And thesc, in gratitude, again 0! may they ne'er again digest

Return their spirits to the brain; "The horrours of so sad a feast !

In which their figure being printed, Yet less our grief, if what remains,

(As just before, I think, I hinted) Dear Jacob! by thy care and pains

Alına, inform’d, can try the case, Shall be to future times convey'd.

As she had been upon the place. It thus begins : *

“Thus, while the judge gives different journies ........ Here Matthew said,

To country council and attornies, " Alma in verse, in prose the Mind,

He on the bench in quiet sits, By Aristotle's pen defin'd,

Deciding, as they bring the writs. Throughout the body, squat or tall,

The pope thus prays and sleeps at Rome, Is, bona fide, all in all.

And very seldom stirs from boine: And yet, slap-dash, is all again

Yet, sending forth his holy spies, In every sinew, nerve, and vein :

And having heard what they advise, Runs here and there, like Hamlet's ghost ;

He rules the church's blest dominions, While every where she rules the roast.

And sets men's faith by his opinions. “This system, Richard, we are told,

.“ The scholars of the Stagyrite, The men of Oxford firmly hold.

Who for the old opinion light, The Cambridge wits, you know, deny

Would make their modern friends confess With ipse dirit to comply.

The difference but froin more to less. They say, (for in good truth they speak

The Mind, say they, while you sustain With small respect of that old Greck)

To hold her station in the brain ; That, putting all his words together,

You grant, at least, she is extended: 'Tis three blue beans in one blue bladder.

Ergo the whole dispute is ended. “ Alma, they strenuously maintain,

Por, till to morrow should you plead, Sits cock-horse on her throne, the brain;

From form and structure to the head, And from that seat of thought dispenses

The Mind as visibly is seen Her sovereign pleasure to the senses.

Extended through the whole machine. Two optic nerves, they say, she ties,

Why should all honour then be ta'en Like spectacles, across the eyes;

From lower parts to load the brain, By which the spirits bring her word,

When other limbs, we plainly sce, Whene'er the balls are fix'd or stirr'd,

Each in his way, as brisk as he ? How quick at park and play they strike;

For music, grant the head receive it, The duke they court; the toast they like;

It is the artist's hand that gave it ; And at St. James's turn their grace

And, though the skull may wear the laurel, : From former friends, now out of place.

The soldier's arın sustains the quarrel. “Without these aius, to be more serious, Besides, the nostrils, ears, and eyes. Her power, they hold, had been precarious :

Are not his parts, but his allies; The eyes might have conspir'd her ruin,

Ev'n what you hear the tongue proclaim And she not known what they were doing.

Coines ab origine from them. Foolish it had been, and unkind,

What could the head perform alone, That they should sce, aad she be blind.

If all their friendly aids were gone? “ Wise Nature likewise, they suppose,

A foolish figure he must make; Has drawn two conduits down our nose:

Do notbing else but sleep and ake. Could Alma else with judgment tell

“ Nor matters it, that you can show When cabbage stinks, or roses smell?

How to the head the spirits go; Or who would ask for her opinion

Those spirits started from some goal, Between an oyster and an onion ?

Before they through the veins could roll. For frorn most boilies, Dick, you know,

Now, we should hold them much to blame, Some little bits ask leave to flow;

If they went back, beforc they came.

“ If, therefore, as we must suppose, * Himself. : Mr. Shelton. Toison. | They came from fingers, and from toes;

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