There is more of poetry in the following verses upon Milton than in any
other passage throughout the Paraphrase:--

"'Awake a louder and a loftier strain,'
And, pray, what follows from his boiling brain?
He sinks to S * *'s level in a trice,
Whose epic mountains never fail in mice!
Not so of yore awoke your mighty sire
The tempered warblings of his master lyre;
Soft as the gentler breathing of the lute,
'Of man's first disobedience and the fruit'
He speaks; but, as his subject swells along,
Earth, Heaven, and Hades, echo with the song."

The annexed sketch contains some lively touches:--

"Behold him, Freshman!--forced no more to groan
O'er Virgil's devilish verses[9], and--his own;
Prayers are too tedious, lectures too abstruse,
He flies from T----ll's frown to 'Fordham's Mews;'
(Unlucky T----ll, doom'd to daily cares
By pugilistic pupils and by bears!)
Fines, tutors, tasks, conventions, threat in vain,
Before hounds, hunters, and Newmarket plain:
Rough with his elders; with his equals rash;
Civil to sharpers; prodigal of cash.
Fool'd, pillaged, dunn'd, he wastes his terms away;
And, unexpell'd perhaps, retires M.A.:--
Master of Arts!--as Hells and Clubs[10] proclaim,
Where scarce a black-leg bears a brighter name.