And let him, where and when he will, sit down RURAL ARCHITECTURE. There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore, Three rosy-cheeked School-boys, the highest not more To the top of GREAT How did it please them to climb; They built him of stones gathered up as they lay; And so without scruple they called him Ralph Jones. Just half a week after, the wind sallied forth, And, in anger or merriment, out of the North From the peak of the crag blew the Giant away. And what did these School-boys?—The very next day They went and they built up another. GREAT HOW is a single and conspicuous hill, which rises towards the foot of Thirl-mere, on the western side of the beautiful dale of Legberthwaite, along the high road between Keswick and Ambleside. A POET'S EPITAPH. Art thou a Statesman, in the van A Lawyer art thou ?-draw not nigh; The falsehood of thy sallow face. Art thou a Man of purple cheer? Art thou a man of gallant pride, A Soldier, and no man of chaff? Physician art thou? One, all eyes, Wrappt closely in thy sensual fleece -A Moralist perchance appears; Led, Heaven knows how! to this poor sod: |