In short, in every thing we far outshine them,-- Art, science, taste, and talent; and a stroll Through this enlighten'd city would refine them More than ten years hard study of the whole Their genius has produced of rich and rare-- God bless the Corporation and the Mayor! XLIX. In sculpture, we've a grace the Grecian master, Blushing, had own'd his purest model lacks; We've Mr. Bogart in the best of plaster, The Witch of Endor in the best of wax, Besides the head of Franklin on the roof Of Mr. Lang, both jest and weather proof. L. And on our City Hall a Justice stands; A neater form was never made of board, Holding majestically in her hands A pair of steelyards and a wooden sword; And looking down with complaisant civility-- Emblem of dignity and durability. LI. In painting, we have Trumbull's proud _chef d'[oe]uvre_, Blending in one the funny and the fine: His "Independence" will endure for ever, And so will Mr. Allen's lottery sign; And all that grace the Academy of Arts, From Dr. Hosack's face to Bonaparte's. LII. In architecture, our unrivall'd skill Cullen's magnesian shop has loudly spoken To an admiring world; and better still Is Gautier's fairy palace at Hoboken. In music, we've the Euterpian Society, And amateurs, a wonderful variety. LIII. In physic, we have Francis and M'Neven, Famed for long heads, short lectures, and long bills; And Quackenboss and others, who from heaven Were rain'd upon us in a shower of pills; They'd beat the deathless Esculapius hollow, And make a starveling druggist of Apollo. LIV. And who, that ever slumber'd at the Forum, But owns the first of orators we claim; Cicero would have bow'd the knee before 'em-- And for law eloquence, we've Doctor Graham. Compared with him, their Justins and Quintillians Had dwindled into second-rate civilians. LV. For purity and chastity of style, There's Pell's preface, and puffs by Horne and Waite. For penetration deep, and learned toil, And all that stamps an author truly great, Have we not Bristed's ponderous tomes? a treasure For any man of patience and of leisure. LVI. Oxonian Bristed! many a foolscap page He, in his time, hath written, and moreover (What few will do in this degenerate age) Hath read his own works, as you may discover By counting his quotations from himself-- You'll find the books on any auction shelf. LVII. I beg Great Britain's pardon; 'tis not meant To claim this Oxford scholar as our own: That he was shipp'd off here to represent Her literature among us, is well known; And none could better fill the lofty station Of Learning's envoy from the British nation. LVIII.