sion or curiosity induced him to send the dog to his house, where he reduced the fracture, and confined the animal, till the cure was completed. The dog was then dismissed, not until after many demonstrations had been shewn of gratitude and joy. About a twelvemonth afterward the same dog came to his study, apparently in great agitation, and extremely solicitous to attract his attention to something which was going on abroad. The importunities of the animal did not cease until he had compelled the surgeon to descend into the yard, where, to his surprise, he discovered slowly entering the gate, another dog with his back broken. BALDNESS AMONG the Romans was always a subject of raillery, and of all the honours decreed to Caesar, none pleased him more than the permission to wear continually a laurel crown, because it concealed this odious defect. Martial has an epigram upon the subject, which was probably addressed to some Latin petit-maitre, who, to hide his baldness, always wore a cap, under pretence of some malady in his ears; Non aures tibi, sed dolent capilli. STUDY OF THE LAW. PERHAPS perseverance is more necessary for the student at law, and is a quality the absence of which can be less easily supplied than any other. At any rate, nothing is more fatal to legal success than pursuing the study in hot and cold fits by starts, and after frequent intermissions. The inconveniences which arise from these occasional relaxations, are intimately felt, but cannot easily be described. He who would strive for eminence in this profession, is for a long time placed in the condition of the boatman described in the Georgicks, and if he remits from his labour is carried rapidly back, and loses the progress he had made: Si brachia forte remisit, ORIGINAL POETRY. HOR. EPIS. 10. LIB. I. We, Fuscus, lovers of the smiling fields, Thee hail, to whom the town more pleasure yields. In all things else, like twins, our tastes are one. Those busy scenes, where you such pleasure find. I nauseate cakes, and long for simple bread. Would you obedient live to nature's voice, Why prais'd the house, whence length'ning fields you see? Because, though oft by violence suppress'd, Nature still lives and acts in every breast; By silent efforts still regains her sway, Corrects your tastes, and bids your hearts obey. To him, who can't discern with skilful eye, The Tyrian from the Aquinatian dye; Than to the man, who knows not false from true. If fortune's smiles too fondly swell the heart, When chang'd, her frowns a deeper pain impart. Then from your thoughts ambitious schemes remove Than kings or courtiers from their pomp receive. The stag, in fight superior to the steed, The rider from his back, or bridle from his neck. A slave must serve us, or a tyrant sway. C. SELECTED POETRY. We presume very few of our readers have ever seen the following beautiful "HYMN TO HARMONY," in the manner of Spencer, by Dr. Jortin, QUEEN of sweet numbers and resistless sound, As yet this world no being-place had found; Love, whose approach the darkness dares not bide, Then louder 'gan the swelling notes to raise, The list'ning atoms straight forgot their hate, And pleas'd, yet wond'ring at their change, they stood, Strange force of sounds, such fury to abate! Then each with fond embrace the other woo'd, Love bound them, nothing loath, in lasting chains, Then yon bright orb began to roll askance, His course essaying through th’ecliptick way ; And new-born man with wonder and delight, This work perform'd, the goddess took her flight, To her own native place, the realms of light, Enwrapp'd in silent transport, while she sings Yet thence, though rarely, the celestial guest And gently glides into the poet's breast: Keeping due measure, wooing hand in hand, Such was Calliope's unhappy son, Whose tuneful harp could soothe the savage kind, Poor youth! no charms in musick could he find, On Strymon's banks and mourn'd his life away. Such was the eyeless Greek, great sacred name! Tun'd to the oaten reed his Dorick strains. And he, who sung the frantick rule of chance, And Mantua's swain, whose clearer notes rejoice Flocks, fields, and swains, and fierce-contending states. And like the Greek, in fate and in renown, Britannia's poet, born in later days, Whose brow new wreaths and flowers celestial crown; Nor shall my partial song leave thee unsaid, Where useful truths in fair disguise appear, Come, condescending goddess, and impart If thou be present, who can be distrest? |