LONDON, Jan. 21
... evarlelbcent as the fleeting cloud, Driv'n by the wild widls o'er the varying ries, Are all the glories of thc great and proud, On Rumour's idle breath that faintly rife. A thotfand garbs their forins afli.ne, Woven in vain Conj-aure's loom; Their dyes a thoafand ...