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SHEEP AND THE BRAMBLE BUSH. A THICK-TWISTED brake, in the time of a storm,
Seem'd kindly to cover a sheep: So snug, for a while, he lay shelter'd and warm,
It quietly sooth'd him asleep. The clouds are now scatter'd—the winds are at
The sheep to his pasture inclined : [peace; But ah! the fell thicket lays hold of his fleece,
His coat is left forfeit behind. My friend! who the thicket of law never tried, Consider before you get in;
[side, Though judgment and sentence are pass'd on your
By Jove, you'll be fleeced to the skin.
THE FOX AND THE CAT. The Fox and the Cat, as they traveld one day, With moral discourses cut shorter the way: • 'Tis great (says the Fox) to make justice our
guide! • How godlike is mercy!' Grimalkin replied. Whilst thus they proceeded, a Wolf from the
wood, Impatient of hunger, and thirsting for blood, Rush'd forth, as he saw the dull shepherd asleep, And seized for his supper an innocent sheep. • In vain, wretched victim, for mercy you bleat, When mutton's at hand (says the Wolf), I must Grimalkin's astonish’d—the Fox stood aghast, To see the fell beast at his bloody repast. • What a wretch (says the Cat)-'tis the vilest
of brutes ! Does he feed upon flesh, when there's herbage and roots?
(so good, Cries the Fox— While our oaks give us acorns What a tyrant is this, to spill innocent blood!' Well, onward they march'd, and they moralized
[by a mill; Till they came where some poultry pick'd chaff Sly Reynard survey'd them with gluttonous eyes, And made (spite of morals) a pullet his prize. A Mouse too, that chanced from her covert to
stray, The greedy Grimalkin secured as her prey.
A Spider that sat in her web on the wall, Perceived the poor victims, and pitied their fall; She cried — Of such murders how guiltless am I! So ran to regale on a new-taķen fly,
The faults of our neighbours with freedom we
blame, But tax not ourselves, though we practise the
THE THRUSH AND PYE.
CONCEAL'D within a hawthorn bush,
At length the little wondering race
An impudent, presuming Pye,
Here be your due devotion paid,
A Linnet, that sat listening nigh,
if these lessons came from you,
The lengthening song, the softening strain,
The birds, enraged, around her fly,
Such be his fate, whose scoundrel claim
Friend En', the tale apply,
An Ayrshire Bookseller, who pirated an edition of “The Pleasing Instructor.'
2 The Compiler and reputed Authoress of the Original Essays in that book.
A PORTRAIT, at my lord's command,