...tongue, are still, and the voice of contention is no more heard. " Taming thought to human pride! Tho mighty chiefs sleep side by side. Drop upon Fox's...rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, ' Here let their discords with them die.'" Nor will the small white marble monument of the pious Dr. Watts be passed...

...life is on the lees. Genius, and taste, and talent gone, For ever tombed beneath the stone, Where, — taming thought to human pride ! — The mighty chiefs...to cry, — " Here let their discord with them die ; " Speak not for those a separate doom, " Whom Fate made brothers in the tomb, " But search the land,...

...prcttiness of the first four, or the common-place of the six last lines in the fallowing extract ? 'Drop upon Fox's grave the tear, 'Twill trickle to...to cry, — Here let their discord with them die; Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made brothers in the tomb. But search the land, of living...

...on the lees. Genins, and taste, and talent gone, tFor ever tombed beneath the atone, Where,-r-taming thought to human pride !— The mighty chiefs sleep .side by side. Drop upon Fox's grave the tea?, • 'Twill trickle to his rival's bier i O'er PITT'S the mournful requeim sound, And Fox's shall...

...prejudice depart. — Genius, and last?, and talent gone, For ever tombed beneath the stone, Where — taming thought to human pride !— The mighty chiefs...to cry — " Here let their discord with them die." I cannot here avoid remarking, that this introduction contains a very striking and poetical imitation...

...and talent gone, For ever tombed beneath the stone, "Where— taming thought to human pride !^T he mighty chiefs sleep side by side ; Drop upon Fox's...to cry — " Here let their discord with them die." I cannot here avoid remarking, that this introduction contains a very striking and poetical imitation...

...life is on the lees. Genius, and taste, and talent gone, For ever tombed beneath the stone, Where, — taming thought to human pride !The mighty chiefs sleep...to cry, — " Here let their discord with them die ; " Speak not for those a separate doom, " Whom Fate made brothers in the tomb, " But search the land...

...might take The works of our great master for his own. DR. WOLCOTT. *23. 1806. — WILLIAM PITT DIED. Drop upon Fox's grave the tear, Twill trickle to his...to cry, — ' Here let their discord with them die ; ' Speak not for those a separate doom, ' Whom fate made brothers in the tomb ; ' But search the land...

...each other — their once eloqnent tongues being now sealed up by the mysterious silence of the dead. Drop upon Fox's Grave the tear, 'Twill trickle to his Rival's Bier! On PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, ' . And Fox's shall the notes rebound ! 16 WILLIAM PITT. ROEHAMPTOK....

...and taste , and talent gone , For ever tomb'd beneath thé stone , Where , taniing thought to huraan pride ! The mighty chiefs sleep side by side. Drop...grave the tear, 'Twill trickle to his rival's bier. l'un de l'autre , et les mêmes larmes les arrosent ; car ils méritent tous les deux le regret profond...