"
There were Heads of Colleges lying about,
From which the sense had all run out,
Even to the lowest classic lees,
Till nothing was left but _quantities_;
Which made them heads most fit to be
Stuck up on a University,
Which yearly hatches, in its schools,
Such flights of young Elysian fools.
Thus all went on, so snug and nice,
In this happiest possible Paradise.
But plain it was to see, alas!
That a downfall soon must come to pass.
For grief is a lot the good and wise
Don't quite so much monopolize,
But that ("lapt in Elysium" as they are)
Even blessed fools must have their share.
And so it happened:--but what befell,
In Dream the Second I mean to tell.
THE RECTOR AND HIS CURATE;
OR, ONE POUND TWO.
"I trust we shall part as we met, in peace and charity. My last
payment to you paid your salary up to the 1st of this month. Since
that, I owe you for one month, which, being a long month, of
thirty-one days, amounts, as near as I can calculate, to six pounds
eight shillings. My steward returns you as a debtor to the amount of
SEVEN POUNDS TEN SHILLINGS FOR COX-ACRE-GROUND, which leaves some
trifling balance in my favor."--_Letter of Dismissal from the Rev.
Marcus Beresford to his Curate, the Rev. T. A.
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