I consider'd myself as a _Garrick_ reviv'd.

7.

Ye dreams of my boyhood how much I regret you,
As your memory beams through this agoniz'd breast,
Thus sad and deserted, I ne'er can forget you,
Though this heart throbs to bursting by anguish possest.

8.

I thought this poor brain fever'd even to madness,
Of tears as of reason forever was drain'd,
But the drops which now flow down _this_ bosom of sadness,
Convince me, the springs have some moisture retain'd.

9.

Sweet scenes of my childhood! your blest recollection,
Has wrung from these eye-lids to weeping long dead,
In torrents, the tears of my warmest affection,
The last and the fondest, I ever shall shed.

[Footnote 5: MOSSOP, a cotempory of GARRICK, famous for his
performance of _Zanga_, in YOUNG's tragedy of the _Revenge_.]

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THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY A COLLEGE EXAMINATION.