From Noctes Anbrosians, IN Blackwood's Mag


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THE MARCH OF INTELLECT.
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Tune-"IHro' aAthc Empioymcnts ofLife."
OH Learning's very fine thing,
As also is wisdom and knowledge,
For Il man is as great as king
If he has but the airs of college.
And nowadays all must admit,
In Learh,iag we're wonderfully favour'd,
For YOU scarce DER your window can spit,
But some learned man is beslayerdl


Sing. tol dc rol lol, &c,
Wen all Of us shortly be doom'd
To part with our plain understanding,
For Intellect now has asSund


An attitude truly commanding!
All ranks are so ,lrca,iiuly wise,
Common sense is set quite At defiance,
And the child for It's porrdsc that cries,
Must cry in the language of Sctence.


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The Wearer it surely becomes,


TO talk OF his webs involntion,
For doubtless the hero of thrums
Is member OF some institution:
He speaks Of supply and demand,
lth the airs ot great legislator,
And almost cantell you of land,
That the smaller is less than the greater.


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The 7ailor in cutting his cloth,


III speak Of the true comic section,
And no tailor is now such Goth,


But he talks Of his trades gcnufection,
Ifyou laugh at his band legged clan,
He calls II unhand some detraction,
And cocks up his chin like man,
Though wc know that he's only fractioni


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The BlacbShtuh midst cinders and smoke,
Whose vlsage is one Of the dirumcst,
His furnace profoundly will poke,


with the air of practical chemist;
Poor Vulcan has recently got
lingo that's almost historic,
And can tellyo that iron is hot,
Because it is fli'd with coloric


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The Mason. in hook learned tone,
| Describes in the very best grammar
| The resistance that dwells in the stone,


And the power that resides in the hammer,
For the son Of the trowel and nod


Locks as big as the frog in the fable,
While lie talks in .iargon as odd


AS his brethren the builders ofBabel!


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The CoJler who sits at your gate,
Now pensyely points his hogs bristle,
Though the very same cobler OF late


o'er his work used TO sing and to whistle;
But cobbling's paltry pursuit
For a man of polite education
His works may be trod under foot,


Yet he's one Of the Lords of Creation.
| Sing, tol de rol lol, &c.
, Oh! learning's very fine thing
J. 1t almost is treason to doubt it
Yet many Of whom could sing,
Perhaps might as we'll be without it.
And without it my days will pass,
For to me it was neer worth dollar.
And don't wish to look like an ass
BY trying to talk like Scholar,
Sing, tol de rol lol, &c.
{ Let schoolmasters bother their brain
: In their dry and their musty vocation;
r But what can the rest of us gain
: BY med,lling with such botheration,
We cannot be vsry far wrong,
. If we live ike onr fathers before us,
E Whose Lea,ning went round in the song,
. And whose cares were dispeled in the {
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