The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1829-09-23

compelled to content ourselves with such ex-
tracts as we find in the papers. The following
are some of them:
ISrANrILE CURIOSITY.
In the pleased infant see its power expand,
When first the coral fills his little hand
Throned in his mothers lap, IT dries each tear,
As her sweet legend falls upon his ear;
Next it assails him in his tops strange hum,
Breathes in his whistle, echoes in his drum
Each glded toy, that doting love bestows,
He longs to break and every spring expose.
Placed by your hearth, with what delight he pores
Ger the bright pages of his pictured stores;
How oft he steals upon your graver task,
OF this to tell you and of that to ask
And, when the waning hour to-bedward bids,
Though gentle sleep sit waiting on his lids,
How winningly he pleads to gain you DER,
That he may read one little story more.
Nor yet alone to toys and tales confined,
II sits, dark brOoding, DER his embryo mind:
Take him between your knees, peruse his face,
While all you know, or think you know, you
Tell him who spoke creation into birth,
Arched the broad heavens and spread the rolling
Garth,
Who formed a pathway for the obedient sun,
And babe the seasons in their circles run,
Who filled the air, the forest, and the flood,
nhu SofO oil iOE CUluIOTL. or LOT IOOQ
Tell him they sprang at Gods creating nod
Ho stops You short with, Father, who made
God 2?
TIE STAGE.
Lo,wherc the Stage, the poor, degraded Stage,
Holds its warped mirror to gaping age;
There, where to raise the dramas moral tone,
Fool Harlequin usurps Apollo's throne;
There, where grown children gather round, to
praise
The new-vamped legends of their nursery days;
Who're one loose scene shall turn more souls to
shame,
Than ten of Channing's lectures can reclaim
There, where in idiot rapture wo adore
The herded vagabonds of every shore;
Women unsexod, Who lost to womans pride,
The drunkard's stagger ape, the bully's stride
Pert isping girls, who, still in childhoods letters,
Babble of love, yet barely know their letters;
Neat jointed mummeTs, knocking natures shape,
To prove how nearly man can match an ape
Vaulters.who, rightly served at home, perchance
Had danged from the rope on which they dance;
Dwarfs, mimics, jugglers, all that yield content,
Where sin holds carnival and wit keeps lent
Where shoals on shoals the modest million rush,
One sex to laugh and one to try to blush
When mincing Ravenot sports tight pantalettes,
And turns tops heads while turning pirouettes
There, at each rbald sally, where we hear
The knowing gigge and the scurrile jeer,
While fsom the intellectual gallery first
Rolls the base plaudit, loudest at the worst.
Gods who can grace yon desecrated dome,
When he may turn his Shakespeare DER at home
Who there can group the pure ones of his race
To see and hear what bids him veil his face?
Ask We who can? why l, and you, and you;
No matter what the nonsense, if't is now.
To Doctor Logics wit our sons give ear,
They have no time for Hamlet or for Lear
flur dAunhfaPa I'm from Iuliaf,.
To count the twirls of AlRavivas toe.
THE Pass.
Where half-fedged bards on feeble pinions
seek
An Immortality Of near q week;
Where cruel eulogists the dead restore
In maudin praise to martyr them once more:
Where ruffian Slanderers wreak their coward
spite,
And need no venomed dagger while they write:
There, with qaill, so noisy and so vain,
we almost hear the goose it clothed complain J
Where each hack scribe, as hate or interest
burns,
Toads or toad eater, stains the page By turns
Enacts virtue, usurps the critics chair,
Lauds mock Guido, or a mounting player;
Viceroys it DER the realms of prose and rhyme,
Now puffs pert Pelham" now "The Course
of Time )"
And though ere Christmas both may be forgot,
Vows this beats Milton, and that Walter Scott /:
With Samson's vgor feels his nerves expand
70 overthrow the mobiles of the land;
SOILS the green garlands that for Otis bloom,
AND plants bier even on Cabot's tomb;
AS turn the party coppers, heads or tails,
And now this faction and now that prevails,
Applauds to-day what yesterday he cursed,
Lampoons the wisest and extols the worst
while hard to tell, so coarse daub he laws,
"hich sullies most, the SANDER or the praise.