OO CONCHOLOGY. 



XLII. 



But though enroird in beauty's lines, 

 Conns /q Thy predecessor shines, 



In stately majesty; 

 Yet envy not his gay attire, 

 With look askance, and breast of ire. 

 Though he to loftier praise aspire, 



Enough is left for thee. 



XLIII. 



For he who gave thy shape and mode, 

 Such guise of form and line bestow'd, 



As w-in the mead of taste ; 

 No glaring tints reflective send, 

 Their garish rays that taste t'oflend, 

 But hght and shade together blend, 



In graceful touches trac'd. 



