Next in hand came Frye and More,* No sign of rank or pomp they bore; They paid their vows with air profound To great king Gog in duty bound, Then hasten'd from the splendid scene, Fearing it might pollute their mien.
* Mrs. More hath written much; and must now have attained a venerable old age. Pleasing must be the recollections of her well-spent life. Though her last work is the very acme of slang-theological, it certainly strikes me as her best, and the most likely to become generally useful.
