Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
The Tables Turned.
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books,
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
A Poet's Epitaph.
St. 5.
One that would peep and botanize
Upon his mother's grave.