ON A DELIGHTFUL DRAWING IN MY ALBUM,

Welcome, my pretty Neddy — welcome too

Thy merry Rider with his apron blue;

And thou, poor Dog, most patient thing of all,

Begging for morsels that may never fall!

Oh!‘ tis a faithful group — and it might shame

Painters of bold pretence, and greater name —

To see how nature triumphs, and how rare

Such matchless proofs of Nature's triumphs are —

The smallest particle of sand may tell

With what rich ore Pactolus’ tide may swell:

And Woodward! this ingenious, chaste design,

Proclaims what treasures lie within the mine —

Pupil of Cooper — Nature's favorite son —

Whom, but to name, and to admire, is one!