And Naiads with a hundred names; And search for Gods about the College, The triumphs of the Windsor belle, Oh! he hath much and wondrous skill And smiles, and talks, until the poet My lyre is still, my fancy cold. EVERY-DAY CHARACTERS. I. THE VICAR. SOME years ago, ere Time and Taste St. Mary's Hill and Sandy Thicket, Back flew the bolt of lissom lath; Fair Margaret, in her tidy kirtle, Led the lorn traveller up the path, Through clean-clipped rows of box and myrtle; And Don and Sancho, Tramp and Tray, Upon the parlour steps collected, Wagged all their tails, and seemed to say, "Our master knows you; you're expected !" Up rose the Reverend Doctor Brown, |