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Whate'er she meant, this truth divine
Is legible and plain,
'Tis pow'r almighty bids him shine,
Nor bids him shine in vain.
Ye proud and wealthy, let this theme
each humbler thoughts to you,
Since such a reptile has its gem,
And boasts its splendour too.


THERE is a bird, who by his coat,
And by the hoarseness of his note,
Might be suppos'd a crow ;
A great frequenter of the church,
ere bishop-like he finds a perch,
And dormitory too.

Above the steeple shines a plate,
That turns and turns, to indicate
From what point blows the weather:
Look up—your brains begin to swim,
'Tis in the clouds—that pleases him,
He chooses it the rather.

Fond of the speculative height,
Thither he wings his airy flight,
And thence securely sees
The bustle and the raree-show,
That occupy mankind below,
Secure and at his ease.

You think, no doubt, he sits and muses

On future broken bones and bruises,
If he should chance to fall.

No ; not a single thought like that

Employs.his philosophic pate,
Or troubles it at .#

He sees, that this great roundabout,
The world, with all its motley rout,
Church, army, physic, law,
Its customs, and its bus'nesses,
Is no concern at all of his,
And says—what says he?—Caw.

Thrice happy bird | I too have seen
Much of . vanities of men;
And, sick of having seen 'em,
Would cheerfully these limbs resign
For such a pair of wings as thine,
And such a head between 'em.


LITTLE inmate, full of mirth,
Chirping on my kitchen hearth,
Wheresoe’er be thine abode,
Always harbinger of good.
Pay me for thy warm retreat
With a song more soft and sweet;.
In return thou shalt receive
Such a strain as I can give.

Thus thy praise shall be express'd
Inoffensive, welcome guest!
While the rat is on the scout,
And the mouse with curious snout,
With what vermin else infest
Ev'ry dish, and spoil the best;
Frisking thus before the fire,
Thou hast all thine heart's desire.

Though in voice and shape they be

Form'd as if akin to thee,

Thou surpassest, happier far,

Happiest grasshoppers that are;

Theirs is but a summer's song
Thine endures the winter long,
Unimpair’d, and shrill, and clear,
Melody throughout the year.

Neither night, nor dawn of day,
Puts a period to thy play:
Sing then—and extend thy span
Farbevond the date of man.
Wretched man, whose years are spent
In repining discontent,
Lives not, aged though he be,
Half a span, compar'd with thee.



IN painted plumes superbly dress'd.
A native of the gorgeous east,
By many a billow toss'd,
Poll gains at length the British shore,
Part of the captain's precious store,
A present to his toast. -

Belinda's maids are soon preferr'd,
To teach him now and then a word,
As Poll can master it; ,
But 'tis her own important charge,
To qualify him more at large,
And make him quite a wit.

“Sweet Poll!” his doating mistress cries,
“Sweet Poll!” the mimic bird replies;
And calls aloud for sack.
She next instructs him in the kiss;
"Tis now a little one like Miss,
d now a hearty smack.

At first he aims at what he hears;
And, list’ning close with both his ears,
Just catches at the sound;
But soon articulates aloud,
Much to th’ amusement of the crowd,
And stuns the neighbours round.

A querulous old woman’s voice
His hum’rous talent next employs;
He scolds, and gives the lie.
And now he sings, and now is sick,
Here Sally, Susan, come, come quick,
Poor Poll is like to die!

Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare,
To meet with such a well-match'd pair,
The language and the tone,
Each character in ev’ry part
Sustain’d with so much grace and art,
And both in unison.

When children first begin to spell,
And stammer out a syllable,
We think them tedious creatures;
But difficulties soon abate,
When birds are to be taught to prate,
And women are the teachers.



John GILPIN was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
A train-band captain eke was he
Of famous London town.

John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
“Though wedded we have been

These twice ten tedious years, yet we
No holiday have seen.

“...To-morrow is our wedding-day,
And we will then repair
Unto the Bell at Edmonton
All in a chaise and pair.
“My sister and my sister's child,
Myself, and children three,
Will fill the chaise; so you must ride
On horseback after we.”
He soon replied, “I do admire
Of womankind but one,
And you are she, my dearest dear,
Therefore it shall i. done.
“I am a linendraper bold,
As all the world doth know,
And my good friend, the calender,
Will lend his horse to go.”
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, “That's well said;
And for that wine is dear,
We will be furnished with our own,
Which is both bright and clear.”
John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife;
O'erjoy’d was he to find,
That, though on pleasure she was bent,
She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allow’d
To drive up to the door, lest all
Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stay’d,
Where they did all get in ,
Six precious souls, and all agog

To dash through thick and thin.

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