It is not flattery, but truth.
July, 1804.
ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS, AT A GREAT PUBLIC SCHOOL.
Where are those honours? IDA, once your own,
When Probus fill'd your magisterial throne;
As ancient Rome fast falling to disgrace,
Hail'd a Barbarian in her Cæsar's place;
So you degenerate share as hard a fate,