A tomb in Arqua suggests Petrarch; the grass-grown streets of Ferrara lead in the lines on Tasso; the white walls of the Etrurian Athens bring back Alfieri and Michael Angelo, and the prose bard of the hundred tales, and Dante, "buried by the upbraiding shore," and The starry Galileo and his woes.

Lucretius, and Petronius in his poem on the vanity of dreams, had preceded our immortal bard in a description of the effects of dreams on different kinds of persons.

and she swore that sooner or later she'd have the blood of Bard for what he'd doneeither have it herself or else send someone after him to the end of the world.

Reynolds's whole pamphletpreface, text, and notesis excessively clever, and touches up the bard at a score of tender points.

For hopeless, lifeless, kneels thy bard to thee,

" "Really?" replied the Bard with a twinkle in his eye.

He has seen the old Welsh bards on Snowdon,he has seen the beautifullest, the strongest, and the ugliest man, left alone from the massacre of the Britons by the Romans, and has painted them from memory (I have seen his paintings), and asserts them to be as good as the figures of Raphael and Angelo, but not better, as they had precisely the same retro-visions and prophetic visions with themself

first; a very clear sign that he tried to stop Bard before Bard shot.

And bards without number in extacies sung, The beauties of Ellen the fair.

Lawlor, struggling still to re-establish himself in the eyes of Bard as the real William Drew, seized the opportunity to exert a show of authority.

To hug the Golden God; and faster bard Against necessitie then Dives entrance At Olympus gate.

oh, then thrice happy she, Whose eyes are bard from our callamitie!

The ray of light jumped out at Bard like an accusing arm.

But it is time to speak of the crowd on the beachlords and ladiespeers and plebeianscivilians and soldiersswells and sailorsrespectable tradesmen and men of no tradecoaches and carriages, and "last, not least," the Bards of the Regatta "Eternal blessings be upon their heads!

As erst the bard by Mulla's silver stream, Oft, as he told of deadly dolorous plight, Sighed as he sung, and did in tears indite.

" A bard near at hand replied: "'Tis better to sit still, than rise, perchance to fall.

] I once believed the "Man of Kent" To be the Muses' firm supporter And only less benevolent To bards than Mr. C.K. SHORTER.

Ye Bards in all your thousand dens, Great souls with fewer pence than pens, Sublime adorers of Apollo, With folios full, and purses hollow; Whose very souls with rapture glisten, When you can find a fool to listen; Who, if a debt were paid by pun, Would never be completely done.