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Leading him where alone, 

 Spring on her fairy throne, 

 Breads not the rudeness of Winter's rough hand. 



Stay then for evermore, 



Stay on this earthly shore, 

 Leave not its gardens a desert-like waste ; 



Yet if av^ay thou hie. 



Where the bright regions lie. 

 Lend me tliy wing and with thee will I baste. 



APOLLO'S REVENGE. 



Midas the youth whose pow'r was such, 

 All turned to gold beneath his touch 

 Once said, " Apollo, God divine, 

 ^* I know a fairer voice than thine ; 

 "Our woodland Pan of yonder dells, 

 ^* In dulcet sounds all youth excels.'^ 

 This speech inspired Apollo's rage 

 And thus replied the haughty sage; 

 '* Audacious creature get thee hence, 

 ** And for this bold impertinence 

 " Two asses ears I will obtain 

 " To deck thy head. Poor foolish swain !'* 



Alas! if it were now decreed 

 To wear such things for each misdeed, 

 Methinks how we should stare to meet, 

 So many long-ears in the street.'^ 



So far my extracts from " the Attic Bee." Thrice 

 welcomed was the morning on which it issued from 

 the printer's (or rather scribe's) hands, gaily decor- 

 ated with scarlet ribbon and shining in unblemished 

 purity. Each contribution when read aloud received 

 unbounded applause amidst the blushes of the con- 

 scious writer. 



In process of time the name of our periodical was 

 changed to that of ^^ the Mercury," which title it 

 still retains in a place of learning similar to that of 

 Kil worthy, for the fairer sex. Classical lore now 

 gives place to lighter literature, and external ap- 



