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 Flashed like the midnight lightning on the eyes Of all who knew him; brilliant traits of mind, And genius, clear, and countless as the dyes Upon the peacock's plumage; taste refined, Wisdom and wit, were his—perhaps much more— 'Twas strange they had not found it out before.

In this quick transformation, it is true That cash had no small share; but there were still Some other causes, which then gave a new Impulse to head and heart, and joined to fill His brain with knowledge; for there first he met The editor of the New-York Gazette—

The sapient Mr. . The world of him Knows much, yet not one-half so much as he Knows of the world. Up to its very brim The goblet of his mind is sparkling free With lore and learning. Had proud Sheba's queen, In all her bloom and beauty, but have seen

This modern Solomon, the Israelite, Earth's monarch as he was, had never won her.