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COMMERCE.
 Look through the casement of yon village-school,Where now the pedant with his oaken ruleSits like Augustus on the imperial throne,Between two poets yet to fame unknown:While restless Horace pinions martyred flies,Some younger Virgil fills the room with sighs;Who, suffering now for one untimely laugh,Ere long will write his master's epitaph;Forgetting in his lines and comments blandThe painful ridges on his blistered hand.
 And that small rogue, how slily he inweavesThe Pickwick papers with his Murray's leaves;The race of nouns lies dim as sunken isles,While Mr. Weller lights his face with smiles;Or Mrs. Bardell weeps,—or lawyers plead,—His task remains unconned, the wag will read.
 Struggling with Colburn at the Rule of Three,Yon pallid votary at the window see:
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