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Book II. No noise, no stir, no motion can'st thou make, Th'unconscious stream sleeps o'er thee like a lake. Next plung'd a feeble, but a desp'rate pack, With each a sickly brother at his back: Sons of a Day! just buoyant on the flood, Then number'd with the puppies in the mud. Ask ye their names? I could as soon disclose The names of these blind puppies as of those. Fast by, like Niobe (her children gone) Sits Mother Osborne, stupify'd to stone! And Monumental Brass this record bears, "These are,—ah no! these were, the Gazetteers!"