the name
in question; and a name of better promise, whether of man or boy, can
scarcely be found any where.

At school he was on the foundation; and though amongst the Collegers,
where the views of future life, and hope of better days, arising from
their own industry, make learning a necessity, yet to that he added the
better qualities of genius and talent.

As a classical scholar, he was admirable in both languages. As a poet,
he was natural, ready, and yet distinguished. Amongst the best exercises
of the time, his were to be reckoned, and are yet remembered with
praise. For the medals given by Sir John Dalrymple for the best Latin
poem, he was a candidate; but though his production was publicly read
by doctor Forster, and well spoken of, he was obliged to give way to the
superiority of another on that occasion.

Describing the winding of the Thames through its banks, it had this
beautiful line:

"_Rodit arundineas facili sinuamine ripas------_"

Perfect as to the picture, and beautiful as to the flowing of the
poetry.

He had the good fortune and the good temper to be liked by every body of
his own age; and he was not enough found out of bounds, or trespassing
against "sacred order," to be disliked by those of greater age who were
set over him.

~88~~ After passing through all the different forms at Eton, he was
removed to Cambridge; where he distinguished himself not less than at
school in trials for different literary honors.

There he became assistant tutor to Sir Peter Burrell, who then listened
to his instructions, and has not since forgotten them.

As a tutor, he was somewhat young; but the suavity of his manners took
away the comparison of equality; and his real knowledge rendered him
capable of instructing those who might be even older than himself.

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APOLLO'S VISIT TO ETON.{1}

T'other night, as Apollo was quaffing a gill
With his pupils, the Muses, from Helicon's rill,
(For all circles of rank in Parnassus agree
In preferring cold water to coffee or tea)
The discourse turned as usual on critical matters,
And the last stirring news from the kingdom of letters.
But when poets, and critics, and wits, and what not,
From Jeffery and Byron, to Stoddart and Stott,{2}
Had received their due portion of consideration,
Cried Apollo, "Pray, ladies, how goes education?