The foul satyr's eyes leer out of the leaves constantly.

The last words the famous author wrote were bad and wicked.

The last lines the poor stricken wretch penned were for pity and pardon." Now a line or two about Goldsmith, and I will then let my reader go to the volume and study the lectures for himself.

"The poor fellow was never so friendless but that he could befriend some one; never so pinched and wretched but he could give of his crust, and speak his word of compassion.

If he had but his flute left, he would give that, and make the children happy in the dreary London courts." Of this too I will remind my readers,--those who have bookshelves well-filled to adorn their houses,--that Goldsmith stands in the front where all the young people see the volumes.