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The valour of Domitian,

It must not be forgotten ;
Who from the jaws of worm-blowing flies,

Protected veal and mutton.
A squadron of flies errant,

Against the foe appears ;
With regiments of buzzing knights,

And swarms of volunteers :
The warlike wasp encourag'd 'em

With animating hum;
And the loud brazen hornet next,

He was their kettle-drum :
The Spanish don Cantharido

Did him most sorely pester,
And rais'd on skin of vent'rous knight

Full many a plaguy blister.
A bee whipt thro' his button-hole,

As thro' key-hole a witch,
And stabb’d him with her little tuck

Drawn out of scabbard breech :
But the undaunted knight lifts up

An arm both big and brawny,
And slasht her so, that here lay head,

And there lay bag and honey :
Then 'mongst the rout le flew as swift,

As weapon made by Cyclops,
And bravely quell'd seditious buz,

By dint of massy fly-flops,

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Surviving Surviving flies do curses breathe,

And maggots too at Cæsar:
But George he shav'd the dragon's beard,
And Askelon * was his razor.

400 St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France;

Sing, Honi soit qui mal y pense.

* The name of St. George's sword.

John GRUBB, the facetious writer of the foregoing Song, makes a distinguished figure among the Oxford wits so humorously enumerated in the following distich: Alma novem genuit célebres Rhedycina poetas

Bub, Stubb, Grubb, Crabb, Trap, Young, Carey,Tickel, Evans, These were Bub Dodington (the late lord Melcombe), Dr. Stubbes, our poet GRUBB, Mr. Crabb, Dr. Trapp the poetry-professor, Dr. Edw. Young the author of Night-Thoughts, Walter Carey, Thomas Tickel, Esq. and Dr. Evans the epigrammatist.

As for our poet GRUBB, all that we can learn further of him, is contained in a few extracts from the Univers sity Register, and from his epitaph. It appears from the former that he was matriculated in 1667, being the son of John Grubb, “ de Acton Burnel in comitatu Salop. pauperis.” He took his degree of Bachelor of Arts, June 28, 1671 : and became Master of Arts, June 28, 1675. He was appointed Head Master of the Grammar School at Christ Church ; and afterwards chosen into the same employment at Gloucester, where he died in 1697, as appears from his monument in the church of St. Mary de Crypt in Gloucester, which is inscribed with the following epitaph :

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JOHANNES GRUBB, A. M. Natus apud Acton Burnel in agro Salopiensi

Anno Dom, 2645.
Cujus variam in linguis notitiam,
et felicem erudiendis pueris industriam,
gratà adhuc memoria testatur Oxonium.
Ibi enim Ædi Christi initiatus,

artes excoluit:
Pueros ad easdem mox excolendas

accuratè formavit:

Huc demum
unanimi omnium consensu accitus,

eandem suscepit provinciam,
quam feliciter adeo absolvit,

ut nihil optandum sit
nisi ut diutius nobis interfuisset :

Fuit enim
propter festivam ingenii suavitatem,

simplicem morum candorem, et præcipuam erga cognatos benevolentiam,

omnibus desideratissimus.
Obiit 2do die Aprilis, Anno D’ni. 1697,

Ætatis suæ 51.

XVI.

MARGARET'S GHOST.

This Ballad, which appeared in some of the public newspapers in or before the year 1724, came from the pen of David Mallet, Esq. who in the edition of his poems, 3 vols. 1759, informs us that the plan was suggested by the four verses quoted above in page 165, which he supposed to be the beginning of some ballad now lost.

“ These lines, says he, naked of ornament and simple as they are, struck my fancy; and bringing fresh into my mind an unhappy adventure much talked of formerly, gave birth to the following poem, which was written many years ago.”

The two introductory lines (and one or two others elsewhere) had originally more of the ballad simplicity, viz.

“ When all was wrapt in dark midnight,

And all were fast asleep, &c.

'Twas at the silent solemn hour,

When night and morning meet;
In glided Margaret's grimly ghost,

And stood at William's feet.

Her

Her face was like an April morn,

Clad in a wintry cloud:
And clay-cold was her lily hand,

That held her sable shrowd.

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So shall the fairest face appear,

When youth and years are flown: Such is the robe that kings must wear,

When death has reft their crown.

Her bloom was like the springing flower,

That sips the silver dew;
The rose was budded in her cheek,

Just opening to the view.

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But love had, like the canker-worm,

Consum'd her early prime:
The rose grew pale, and left her cheek;

She dy'd before her time.

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Awake!” she cry'd, “thy true love calls,

“ Come from her midnight grave; “ Now let thy pity hear the maid

“ Thy love refus'd to save.

“ This is the dark and dreary hour

25 “When injur'd ghosts complain ; Now yawning graves give up their dead, To haunt the faithless swain.

“Bethink

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