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LINES Written with a Slate-pencil upon a Stone, the largest of a
heap lying near a deserted Quarry, upon one of the Islands at Rydale.
Stranger! this hillock of mishapen stones
At any hour he chose, the Knight forthwith
Of thy trim mansion destin'd soon to blaze
In the School of is a tablet on which are inscribed, in gilt letters, the names of the several persons who have been Schoolmasters there since the foundation of the School, with the time at which they entered upon and quitted their office. Opposite one of those names the Author wrate the following lines.
If Nature, for a favorite Child
every hour thy heart runs wild Yet never once doth go astray,
Read o'er these lines; and then review
-When through this little wreck of fame,
And if a sleeping tear should wake
Poor Matthew, all his frolics o'er,
The sighs which Matthew heav'd were sighs