Then seiz'd the BEAR-WARD by the middle, As tho' no heavier than his fiddle: “ D’ye sarve me so you son o' bitch!” Then giving him the flying mare, * And raising off the ground quite clear, "Lie there," quoth Toм, " you fiddling lout, "Your RUSSIAN FRIEND may help you out; "And larn henceforth that Lunnun jokes, "Are dangerous things with Cornish folks. A wrestling term. The SAGE he talk'd and shew'd such knowledge, As now, would serve to endow a college; How from all powerful hand divine were hurl'd To roll in space, each circling sphere, Which specks to mortal eyes appear, Were each, O thought sublime! a peopled world! "Worlds!" cried the Dame,-" don't tell me so, "When I already better know: "Worlds! how you talk!-why, do look up them: No those bright stars—which shine so high, "Are holes, friend ISAAC, in the sky, and view "And God's bright glory shining on us through them." "True"―said the sage," my good old soul, "His glory shines all thro' the whole : "His mighty works omnipotent evince him." "Shines thro' the hole!-ho then, I find "Th' astronomer is not so blind "But good sound reason will at length convince him.” He, who weigh'd worlds, and nobly scann'd What th' architect divine had plann'd, And in deep learning second was to no man, Gave up, as task too hard, to teach, And ev❜n beyond a NEWTON's reach! An obstinate and over-wise old woman. |