As their numbers grew larger, more loud grew their mirth,
And Apollo from heav'n drew its raptures to earth:
With divine inspiration he kindled each mind,
Till their wit, like their sugar, grew double refined;
And an evening, enliven'd by conviviality,
Proved how much they were pleased by the god's hospitality.
Thalia.{9}
9 This poem is attributed to J. Moultrie, Esq. of Trinity
college, Cambridge.
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ETON MONTEM.
Stand by, old Cant, while I admire
The young and gay, with souls of fire,
Unloose the cheerful heart.
Hence with thy puritanic zeal;
True virtue is to grant and feel--
A bliss thou'lt ne'er impart.
I love thee, Montem,--love thee, by all the brightest recollections
of my youth, for the inspiring pleasures which thy triennial pageant
revives in my heart: joined with thy merry throng, I can forget the
cares and disappointments of the world; and, tripping gaily with the
light-hearted, youthful band, cast off the gloom of envy and of worldly
pursuit, reassociating myself with the joyous scenes of my boyhood. Nay,
more, I hold thee in higher veneration than ever did antiquarian worship
the relics of _virtu_.
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