The frenum fling, you are all-at large,
The reign of Whipping ceases.

He'd pin'd, for want of Birch, away,

And died of meer vexation.

And thank your stars, my truant boys,

You did not live at Farn,t

For Masters there, had clipp'd your joys,
And kept your jackets warm.

Dr. Busby, the celebrated Master of Westminster School, in 1640, and remarkable for his predilection for this amusement.

A Village near Chester: there appears in Randle Holme's MS. No. 2173, in the British Museum, a petition signed by 155 inhabitants of this place, addressed to the Magistrates of Chester, in favor of Mr. Howard, their School-master, who solicited a place in their gift, about 1657, in which the propriety of his conduct is greatly extolled. "After that, others had so misused their Children, that they were in danger of losing their senses, life, and limbs,"-this was cultivating the mind at the expence of of the body with a vengeance.

And now, if bless'd, beyond compare,
By Birchen twigs uncross'd;

To rue its want, alass! there are,

Whose souls will Now be lost.

Yet since to every good on earth,
Some small alloy will creep;

One mischief will, in this, have birth,

Our sluts will cease to sweep.

Hereticks in the xiiith Century, who preferred Whipping to Martyrdom, and held that Scourging one another, was the chief Virtue in Christianity.

L

SONNET,

TO THE

REV. W. WARRINGTON,

Author of the

HISTORY OF WALES.

SONNET.

Yes, gen'rous Saxon,* in a kinder age,

My Country looks, with pleasure, on thy page; Where manly thoughts, in Candour's language drest, Denotes the worth, that dwells within thy breast!

Expatriated Fair, in earliest youth,

Thy Cambria forc'd to Western rocks to flee; Has seldom seen, th' impartial pen of Truth, Her years, her tears, retrace, on thy side Dee.

Yet saw the drop, that issu'd from thy soul,
Bedew the tome of Time, of Crime the roll;
Hears thee, with healing voice, her wrongs regret,
And bid her happier hours, the past-forget.

Let, Warrington, her native Mountain Bard,
Lead, to thy liberal eye-this DEAR REWARD!

* A native of England is still known in Wales as a Saxon, or Sais,

The honor'd scene, by song's blest Sire approv'd,
The cliffs that heard him, and the meads he loy'd;
His dear Geirionydd,* and the streams that throng,
To pour, on Arvon's vales, a flood of song;

* Llyn (Lake) of Geifionydd, is situate in the parish of Llan Rhychwyn, in Carnarvonshire, and near the town of Llanrwst :