Upon
my
Son's
speaking
Latin
in
School
to
less
Advantage
than
English
:
Written
as
from
a
Schoolfellow
.
By
Mrs.
Grierson
.
Thus
twice
detected
,
Con.
thy
Pride
give
o'er
,
And
hope
to
triumph
in
our
School
no
more
.
Tho'
you
speak
English
Verse
with
graceful
Ease
;
Tho'
ev'ry
Motion
,
Air
,
and
Accent
,
please
;
Tho'
ev'ry
Speech
a
crouded
Audience
draws
;
And
ev'ry
Line
be
echo'd
with
Applause
;
Yet
now
thy
undeceiv'd
Companions
see
,
The
Muse
,
thy
Mother
,
only
speaks
in
thee
.
We
knew
long
since
,
your
Verse
,
so
much
admir'd
,
By
her
superior
Genius
was
inspir'd
;
And
by
your
Latin
Speech
,
this
Day
,
you've
shown
,
Your
graceful
Action
too
was
hers
alone
.
In
learned
Languages
had
she
been
skill'd
,
Still
with
your
Praises
had
our
School
been
fill'd
.
Yet
,
Youth
,
repine
not
at
impartial
Fate
;
Nor
mourn
those
Ills
,
that
must
attend
the
Great
.
For
had
she
been
with
meaner
Talents
born
;
Did
no
uncommon
Gifts
her
Mind
adorn
;
Had
she
been
moulded
like
the
stupid
Race
,
Whom
Culture
can't
exalt
,
nor
Science
grace
;
Phoebus
had
then
not
study'd
to
controul
The
future
Grandeur
of
her
soaring
Soul
.
But
,
when
he
saw
each
Muse
,
with
endless
Pains
,
Forming
the
curious
Texture
of
her
Brains
;
When
he
beheld
them
anxious
to
inspire
A
double
Portion
of
celestial
Fire
;
Grown
jealous
for
the
Honour
of
the
Dead
,
He
thus
,
in
Anger
,
to
the
Virgins
said
:
"
In
vain
you
strive
,
with
such
unweary'd
Care
,
"
To
grace
the
Breast
of
this
accomplish'd
Fair
:
"
In
vain
ye
labour
to
adorn
her
Mind
"
With
tuneful
Numbers
,
and
with
Sense
refin'd
;
"
With
ev'ry
Elegance
of
Thought
and
Phrase
:
"
With
Virgil's
Purity
,
and
Ovid's
Ease
;
"
Tho'
she
with
them
in
all
their
Graces
vie
;
"
Yet
I'll
their
universal
Tongue
deny
.
"
For
if
,
like
them
,
she
could
unfold
her
Mind
"
In
Language
understood
by
all
Mankind
;
"
Their
matchless
Fame
,
thro'
many
Ages
won
,
"
(
Her
Sex
might
boast
)
would
be
in
one
out-done
.