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x.

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.

xi.

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—

xii.

The sapient Mr. Lang. 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

xiii.

This modern Solomon, the Israelite,

Earth's monarch as he was, had never won her.