window.

I can recall but two of the greatest of the poems of this man who
delighted in the full belief that Shakespeare could not "hold a candle
to him." These I take pleasure in handing down through the ages.

No. 1.

"A youth of parts, a witty blade
To college went and progress made
Sounding round his logick;
The prince of hell wide spread his net,
And caught him by one lucky hit
And dragged him down to tophet."

No. 2.

"In the year 1801
I, Enoch B----, was born
Without any shirt on."




CHAPTER V.

CAREER OF A DOMINIE-PEDAGOGUE.


Dear old fathers and mothers! Of all the people in this world, they