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PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. 



And what was meant for science give to play. 

 Thrice hapless he, who, tumbling, sprawled the floor, 

 Or sought with truant step the tempting door, 

 Or, reckless of the pain and bitter tear, 

 A bodkin thrust into his neighbor's ear. 

 Ah me ! The wrinkles curled upon thy face, 

 Thine eye flashed fire, and threatenings came apace ; 

 Wrath shook thy cap ; more frightful than thy nod, 

 Thine arm uplifted, waved the birchen rod. 



When time had flown, and, consecrate to play, 



Arrived at last the joyous Saturday, 



Forth from the school with leap arid shout we went, 



With youth inspired, on youthful pleasures bent ; 



The favored space, which once a week could bless 



With freedom from our learned governess. 



No longer subjects of her sovereign law, 



Whose word controlled, whose ferule struck with awe, 



Jn various ways, for various ends we part, 



Joy on our lips, and transport in our heart ; 



We heard no more her tongue, nor feared her look, 



Nor o'er our heads the rod of terror shook 



