Some chord is touch'd, whose melodies awake

The pang of fondness for a brother's sake;

And eyes are conscious, as they gaze around Where looks are falling, there a son was found! Let home begird thee like a guardian dream,

And time will wander an unsullied stream,

Whose wildest motion is the rippled play

Of rapid moments as they roll away!—

Meanwhile, delightful studies, deep and strong,

To graduate honours waft thy soul along;
They come at length! and high in listed fame
A college hails, a country reads thy name;
And in that list when first thy name appears,
What triumph sparkles in those happy tears!-

In afterlife, when Oxford's ancient towers

May rise in shadow on thy museful hours,
Or college friend a college scene restore,
Thy heart will banquet on the bliss of yore!
Now mark a contrast, in whose meanness lies

What purer thought should soaringly despise.—

From careless boyhood to uncultur'd man

Indulg'd to act, ere principle began;

With just enough of spirit for excess,

And heart which nothing, save a vice, can bless,

In Oxford, see the reprobate appear!

Big with the promise of a mad career.

With cash and consequence to lead the way,

A fool by night, and more than fop by day,

VIEW OF OXFORD,

FROM MAGDALEN BRIDGE

The distance won behold at evening hour
Thine eves first wonder ned on Magdalen tower
Then gothic glories as they swell to view
In steepld vastness dark with ages hue

Engraved by J. Skelton.