TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS., BY THE MOB, IN THE MONTH OF JUNE 1780. So then--the Vandals of our isle, Sworn foes to sense and law, Have burnt to dust a nobler pile Than ever Roman saw! And Murray sighs o'er Pope, and Swift, And many a treasure more, The well-judged purchase, and the gift, That graced his lettered store. Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn, The loss was his alone; But ages yet to come shall mourn The burning of his own. |