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Much controversy straight arose,
These choose the back, the belly those;
By some 'tis confidently said
He meant not to forbid the head;
While others at that doctrine rail,
And piously prefer the tail.
Thus conscience freed from every clog,
Mahometans eat up the hog.

You laugh-'tis well-The tale applied
May make you laugh on t'other side.
Renounce the world – the preacher cries.
We do-- a multitude replies,
While one as innocent regards
A snug and friendly game at cards;
And one, whatever you may say,
Can see no evil in a play;
Some love a concert, or a race;
And others shooting, and the chase.
Reviled and loved, renounced and followed,
Thus, bit by bit, the world is swallowed;
Each thinks his neighbour makes too free,
Yet likes a slice as well as he:
With sophistry their sauce they sweeten,
Till quite from tail to snout 'tis eaten.

ON

THE DEATH

OF

Mrs. (NOW LADY) THROCK MORTON'S

BULFINCH.

¥e nymphs! if e'er your eyes were red With tears o'er hapless favourites shed,

O share Maria's grief! Her favourite, even in his cage, (What will not hunger's cruel rage?)

Assassined by a thief.

Where Rhenus strays his vines among, The egg was laid from which he sprung,

And though ly nature mute, Or only with a whistle blest, Well-taught he all the sounds express'd

Of flagelet or flute.

The honours of his ebon poll
Were brighter than the sleekest mole,

His bosom of the hue
With which Aurora decks the skies,
When piping winds shall soon arise

To

sweep up all the dew.

LADY TAROCKMORTON'S BULFINCH.

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Above, below, in all the house,
Dire foe alike to bird and mouse,

No cat had leave to dwell;
And Bully's cage supported stood

of smoothest-shaven'wood, Large-built and latticed well.

On props

Well-latticed—but the grate, alas!
Not rough with wire of steel or brass,

For Bully's plumage sake,
But smooth with wands from Ouse's side,
With which, when neatly peeled and dried,

The swains their baskets make. .

Night veiled the pole. All seemed secure.
When led by instinct sharp and sure,

Subsistence to provide,
A beast forth sallied on the scout,
Long-backed, long-tailed, with whiskered snout,

And badger-coloured hide.

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He, entering at the study.door,
Its ample area 'gan explore;

· And something in the wind Conjectured, sniffing round and round, Better than all the books he found,

Food chiefly for the mind.

Just then, by adverse fate impressed,
A dream disturbed poor Bully's rest;
In sleep be seemed to yiew

Arat, fast clinging to the cage,
And screaming at the sad presage,

Awoke and found it true.

For, aided both by car and scent,
Right to his mark the monster wenta

Ah, muse! forbear to speak
Minute the horrors that ensued;
His teeth were strong, the cage was wood

He left poor Bully's beak,

He left it--but he should haye ta'r:?;
That beak, whence issued many'a strain

Of such mellifluous tone,
Might have repaid him well, I wote,
For silencing so sweet a throat,

Fast set within his own.

Maria weeps The Muses mourn
So, when by Bacchanalians torn,

On Thracian Hebrus' side
The tree-enchanter Orpheus fell;
His head alone remained to tell

The cruel death he died.

THE ROSE.

The rose had been washed, just washed in a shower,

Which Mary to Anna conveyed,

The plentiful moisture incumbered the flower,

And weighed down its beautiful head.

The cup was all filled, and the leaves were all wet,

And it seemed to a fanciful view, To weep

for the buds it had left with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew.

I hastily seized it, unfit as it was,

For a nosegay, so dripping and drowned,
And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas!

I snapped it, it fell to the ground.
And such, I exclaimed, is the pitiless part

Some act by the delicate mind,
Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart

Already to sorrow resigned.
This elegant rose, had I shaken it less,

Might have bloonied with its owner a while, And the tear, that is wiped with a little address,

May be followed perhaps by a smile.

THE DOVES.

1.-
REASONING at every step he treads,

Man yet mistakes his way,
While meaner shings, whom instinct leads,
Are rarely known to stray.

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