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COMMERCE.
Look through the casement of yon village-school,
Where now the pedant with his oaken rule
Sits like Augustus on the imperial throne,
Between two poets yet to fame unknown:
While restless Horace pinions martyred flies,
Some younger Virgil fills the room with sighs;
Who, suffering now for one untimely laugh,
Ere long will write his master's epitaph;
Forgetting in his lines and comments bland
The painful ridges on his blistered hand.
Where now the pedant with his oaken rule
Sits like Augustus on the imperial throne,
Between two poets yet to fame unknown:
While restless Horace pinions martyred flies,
Some younger Virgil fills the room with sighs;
Who, suffering now for one untimely laugh,
Ere long will write his master's epitaph;
Forgetting in his lines and comments bland
The painful ridges on his blistered hand.
And that small rogue, how slily he inweaves
The Pickwick papers with his Murray's leaves;
The race of nouns lies dim as sunken isles,
While Mr. Weller lights his face with smiles;
Or Mrs. Bardell weeps,—or lawyers plead,—
His task remains unconned, the wag will read.
The Pickwick papers with his Murray's leaves;
The race of nouns lies dim as sunken isles,
While Mr. Weller lights his face with smiles;
Or Mrs. Bardell weeps,—or lawyers plead,—
His task remains unconned, the wag will read.
Struggling with Colburn at the Rule of Three,
Yon pallid votary at the window see:
Yon pallid votary at the window see:
