Committee, it is this, that, as authors, they have secured the praises of their friends-that the "Hora Sarisburienses" claims that merit for them in the school, which their opponents have ever been compelled to acknowledge in the cricket field. TO MEDORA. There is no need before I sip When absent, ere I taste the wine, I am not vain enough to think Yet still the glass my lip will press, Still, still my heart thy name will bless, And if, when near, thou mark'st mine eye Or should'st thou chance to hear me sigh, The pray'r I breathe, the look I give, Alike concern my heart: Oh! need I ask thee to forgive The feelings they impart. Perhaps thou think'st 'tis but the scene But no-full many an hour has been,- When in the temple's sacred shrine, I've join'd thy dearer fate with mine, May 4th. A DREAM. By day, by night, thou art my thought's employ, This morn, invited by the smiles of May, Nor deign'd on these to waste one transient look, Alas! for me, of ev'ry hope bereft, They had nor charm, nor peace, nor pleasure left. Of spreading boughs, (a grot by nature made,) That pow'r, nor time, nor place should cool his love; Her glance met mine, she breath'd a deep-fetch'd sigh, The all she would have said that sigh express'd, And, kneeling at the shrine of love, I press'd A. S. PRIDE. On referring to the dictionary, for the definition of "Pride," we find, on the authority of Milton, "insolence;" and, on that of Shakspeare and Smith, "generous elation of heart, and dignity of manner." Thus, then, it is that this word is often misapplied, and two qualities, differing so widely in themselves, are confounded one with another. Nothing can be more revolting to the senses, or debasing to the character of man, than the former. That a rational being should, on account of any worldly advantages, carry himself with hauteur towards a fellowcreature, is contrary to every rule of that society, without which all human affairs would fall to the ground; and, that a Christian should so far forget his name, and the great glory attached to it, as to treat with contempt, the meanest of God's creatures, whom his great Master died to save, is a matter scarcely to be credited. On the other hand, that feeling, proceeding from the knowledge that you are sprung from an ancient and honorable parentage, which has never, either in peace or war, tarnished its fair renown-and that your ancestors have expended their fortunes, and freely given up their lives, in defence of their Church and King, may surely be allowed to elevate the hearts of its possessors, and to point out to them their decided superiority over those republican spirits, whose chief aim is, the entire subversion of all rank in the world. It has been asked, by those who wish to reduce all things to their own level, why one class of persons should possess advantages superior to another? It is far beyond mortals to account for the determinations of the Divinity. In Pope's "Essay on Man," however, we read,— Order is Heav'n's first law, and this confest, That any thing should subsist without order, is impossible. The world (the system of which is so beautifully organized, that God himself acknowledged that it was good,) would, in such a case, be converted into one vast scene of anarchy. There would be no laws, and yet too many who would require their restraint. Rapine and old chaos, would again resume their sway. The various gradations of rank have been conformed to throughout all ages. The Romans as well as Grecians, both famed for their love of equality and independence, have alike owned the deference due to persons of noble and unsullied parentage. This feeling deserves a very different name from Pride. It is rather the generous effusion of a noble heart; and, if a veneration for the fame of our progenitors can, in the slightest degree, excite us to imitate their virtues, it is a feeling calculated for the improvement of mankind, and, as such, entitled to the highest commendation. GEORGE WENTWORTH. OH, EDITORS! EDITORS! Rage bids me address ye, while scorn and contempt would have me hold ye in derision; but I have no inclination to laugh: no; you have injured me above measure, and I am reduced to a degree of misery that compels me to solicit my worst enemies to make known my grievances to the public, without the least particle of hope that they will be alleviated. Behold me, who before the publication of your first number, was respected by the highest, and feared by the lowest, now torn, dog'sear'd, and even expelled my native desk, lying disregarded on a dusty floor; and if a little idle urchin is compelled to open my unpleasant pages, your trash is often placed between me and his wandering eyes; or, should, by chance, some one, who is ambitious of shining in the pages of your odious work, lay his careless hands upon me, it is but to line my margin with his sorry compositions! Alas! alas! they who can use me thus, know not my value. Who now hears of the Eton Latin Grammar dying a natural death, after having outlived three good brown paper covers, and faithfully served masters of the first and second generations. I am young, and yet have known misfortunes above number, having had more than twenty ugly faces scribbled on my leaves, and twice as many kicks from the shoe of my odious master. Virgil and Ovid, as well as my little Grecian brother, are highly incensed against you, while |