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Her conscious tail her joy declared;
The fair round face, the snowy beard,

The velvet of her paws,
Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,

She saw; and purr'd applause.

Still had she gazed; but ’midst the tide
Two angel forms were seen to glide,

The Genii of the stream:
Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue
Through richest purple to the view
Betray'd a golden gleam.

The hapless nymph with wonder saw;
A whisker first, and then a claw,

With many an ardent wish,
She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize.
What female heart can gold despise?

What Cat's averse to fish ?

Presumptuous maid! with looks intent Again she stretch'd, again she bent,

Nor knew the gulf between. (Malignant Fate sat by and smiled), The slippery verge her feet beguiled,

She tumbled headlong in.

Eight times emerging from the flood,
She mew'd to every watery God,

Some speedy aid to send.
No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr’d:
Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard.

A favourite has no friend!

From hence ye beauties, undeceived,
Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved,

And be with caution bold.
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts, is lawful prize,

Nor all that glisters, gold.

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DRAWN BY RICHARD WESTALI

I RICHARD WE STALL,RA. ENGRAVED BY W. FINDEN:
PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPE, LONDON.

SEPT. 29,1826.

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ON A DISTANT
PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE.

"Av@zoonos, ixar ogódaris eis tÒ SUOTUX Eūv.

MENANDER. '

Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,

That crown the watery glade,
Where grateful Science still adores

Her Henry's' holy shade;
And ye, that from the stately brow
Of Windsor's heights the expanse below

Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey,
Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among
Wanders the hoary Thames along

His silver-winding way:

Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!

Ah, fields beloved in vain !
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,

A stranger yet to pain!
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary bliss bestow,

King Henry the Sixth, founder of the College.

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