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Whence comes it then, that in the wane of life, Though nothing have occurred to kindle strife, We find the friends we fancied we had won, Though numerous once, reduced to few or none? Can gold grow worthless that has stood the touch? No; gold they seemed, but they were never such.

Horatio's servant once, with bow and cringe, Swinging the parlour door upon its hinge, Dreading a negative, and overawed Left he should trespass, begged to go abroad. Go, fellow!-whither?-turning short aboutNay. Stay at home--you are always going out. 'Tis but a step, sir, just at the street's end. For what?-An please you, sir, to see a friend. A friend! Horatio cried, and seemed to startYea marry shalt thou, and with all my

heart.And fetch my cloak; for though the night be raw I'll see him too the first I ever saw..

I knew the man, and knew his nature mild, And was his plaything often when a child; But somewhat at that moment pinched him close, Else he was seldom bitter or morose,

Perhaps his confidence just then betrayed,
His grief might prompt him with the speech he

made;

Perhaps 'twas mere good-humour gave it birth, The harmless play of pleasantry and mirth. Howe'er it was, his language, in my mind, Bespoke at least a man that knew mankind.

But not to moralize too much, and strain To prove an evil of which all complain, (I hate long arguments verbosely (pun) One story more, dear Hill, and I have done. Once on a time an emperor, a wise man, No matter where, in China or Japan, Decreed that whosoever should offend Against the well-known duties of a friend, Convided once should ever after wear But half a coat, and show his bosom bare. The punishment importing this, no doubt, That all was naught within, and all found out.

Oh happy Britain! we have not to fear Such hard and arbitrary measure here;

Else, could a law, like that which I relate,
Once have the fanction of our triple ftate,
Some few, that I have known in days of old,
Would run moft dreadful risk of catching cold;
While you, my friend, whatever wind should blow,
Might traverse England safely to and fro,
An honest man, close-buttoned to the chin,
Broad-cloth without, and a warm heart within,

TIROCINIUM:

OR,

A REVIEW OF SCHOOLS.

Κεφαλαιον δη παιδειας ορθη τροφη.

PLATO,

Αρχη πολιτειας απασης νεων τροφα.

DioG. LAERT.

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