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This pious cheat, that never sucked the biood,
Nor chewed the flesh of lambs, — but when he could;
had passed three summers in the neighboring wood:
And musing long, whom next to circumvent,
On Chanticleer his wicked fancy bent;
And in his high imagination cast,
Saint Reynard through the hedge had
made his way; The pale was next, but proudly with
He leapt the fence of the forbidden ground:
Yet fearing to be seen, within a bed Of coleworts he concealed his wily head;
Then skulked t 11 afternoon, and
watched Isis time, (As murderers use) to perpetrate his
The cock, that of his flesh was ever free,
Sung merrier than the mermaid in the
And so befell, that as he cast his eye Among the coleworts on a butterfly. He saw false Reynard where he lay full low:
I need not swear he had no list to crow:
But cried, cock, cock, and gave a sudden start,
As sore dismayed and frighted at his heart.
For birds and beasts, informed by
Nature, know Kinds opposite to theirs, and fly their
So Chanticleer, who never saw a fox.
Yet shunned him as a sailor shuns the rocks.
But the false loon, who could not work his will By open force, employed his flattering skill;
I hope, my lord, said he, I not offend; Are you afraid of me, that am your friend?
I were a beast indeed to do you wrong,
I, who have loved and honored you so long:
Stay, gentle sir, nor take a false alarm,
For on my soul I never meant you harm.
I come no spy, nor as a traitor press, To learn the secrets of your soft recess:
Far be from Reynard so profane a thought,
But by the sweetness of your voice
was brought: For, as I bid my beads, by chance I
The song as of an angel in the yard;
My lord, your sire familiarly I knew,
A peer deserving such a son as you: He, with your lady-mother, (whom
Heaven rest) Has often graced my house, and been
my guest: To view his living features does me
For I am your poor neighbor in the wood;
And in my cottage should be proud to see
The worthy heir of my friend's family.
But since I speak of singing, let me say,
As with an upright heart I safely may,
That, save yourself, there breathes
not on the ground One like your father for a silversound. [dayi So sweetly would he wake the winterThat matrons to the church mistook
their way, And thought they heard the merry
organ play. And he to raise his voice with artful care,
(What will not beaux attempt to please the fair ?)
On tiptoe stood to sing with greater strength,
And stretch'd his comely neck at all
the length: And while he strained his voice to
pierce the skies. As saints in raptures use, would shut
That the sound striving through the
narrow throat, His winking might avail to meml the
The cock was pleased to hear him speak so fair, And proud beside, as solar people are;
Nor could the treason from the truth
So was he ravish'd with this flattery: So much the more, as from a little elf,
He had a high opinion of himself; Though sickly, slender, and not large of limb,
Concluding all the world was made for him.
This Chanticleer, of whom the
story sings. Stood high upon his toes, and clapp'd
his wings; Then stretch'd his neck, and wink'd
with both his eyes, Ambitious as he sought the Olympic
But while he pained himself to raise his note.
False Reynard rushed, and caught
him by the throat. Then on his back he laid the precious
And sought his wonted shelter of the wood;
Swiftly he made his way, the mischief done,
Of all unheeded, and pursued by none.
But see how Fortune can confound the wise,
And when they least expect it, turn the dice. |
The captive cock, who scarce could
draw his breath, And lay within the very jaws of death;
Yet in this agony his fancy wrought, And fear supplied him with this
happy thought: Yours is the prize, victorious prince, said he,
The vicar my defeat, and all the
village see, Enjoy your friendly fortune while you may,
And bid the churls that envy you the prey,
Call back their mongrel curs, and
cease their cry. See, fools, the shelter of the wood is nigh.
And Chanticleer in your despite shall die,
He shall be plucked and eaten to the bone.
'Tis well advised, in faith it shall
This Reynard said: but as the word
The prisoner with a spring from prison broke: Then stretch'd his feathered fans with
all his might, And to the neighboring maple winged his flight. Whom when the traitor safe on tree beheld.
He cursed the gods, with shame and
Sorrow filled; Shame for his folly, sorrow out of time,
For plotting an unprofitable crime; Yet mastering both, the artificer of lies
Renews the assault, and his last bat- tery tries. Though I, said he, did ne'er in thought offend. How justly may my lord suspect his friend?
The appearance is against me, I confess.
Who seemingly have put you in distress:
This, since you take it ill, I must repent,
Though Heaven can witness, with no bad intent I cheer
I practised it, to make you taste your With double pleasure, first prepared by fear.
Descend! so help me Jove! as you shall find
That Reynard comes of no dissembling kind. Nay, quoth the cock; but I beshrew us both,
If I believe a saint upon his oath: An honest man may take a knave's advice.
But idiots only may be cozened twice: Once warned is well bewared. Not flattering lies
THE HARE AND MANY FRIENDS.
Friendship, like love, is but a name.
Unless to one you stint the flame. The child, whom many fathers share, Hath seldom known a father's care. 'Tis thus in friendships; who depend On many, rarely find a friend.
A hare, who, in a civil way. Complied with everything, like Gay, Was known by all the bestial train Who haunt the wood, or graze the plain;
Her care was never to offend:
As forth she went at early dawn, To taste the dew-besprinkled lawn. Behind she hears the hunter's cries. And from the deep-mouthed thunder flies.
She starts, she stops, she pants for breath.
She hears the near advance of death; She doubles, to mislead the hound, And measures back her mazy round; Till, fainting in the public way, Half-dead with fear, she gasping lay.
Shall soothe me more to sing with winking eyes,
And open mouth, for fear of catching flies.
Who blindfold walks upon a river's brim,
When he should see, has he deserved
to swim? Better, Sir Cock, let all contentions
Comedown, said Reynard, let us treat of peace.
A peace with all my soul, said Chanticleer;
But, with your favor, I will treat it
And lest the truce with treason should be mix'd,
'Tis my concern to have the tree betwixt.
What transport in her bosom grew When first thehorseappeared inview! "Let me," says she, "your back ascend.
And owe my safety to a friend.
It grieves my heart to see thee thus:
Be comforted, relief is near,
For all your friends are in the rear."
She next the stately bull implored^ Aml thus replied the mighty lord: "Since every beast alive can tell That I sincerely wish you well, I may. without offence, pretend To take the freedom of a friend. To leave you thus might seem unkind;
But, see, the goat is just behind." The goat remarked, "Her pulse
was high, Her languid head, her heavy eye: My back," says he, "may do you
The sheep's at hand, and wool is warm."
The sheep was feeble, and complained,
"His sides a load of wool sustained; Said he was slow, confessed his fears; For bounds eat sheep as well as hares."
She now the trotting calf addressed; To save from death a friend distressed.
"Shall 1," says he, "of tender age. In this important care engage? Older and abler passed you by; How strong are those! how weak am I !
Should I presume to bear you hence. Those friends of mine may take offence.
Excuse me, then; you know my heart; But dearest friends, alas! must part. How shall we all lament! Adieu; For see, the hounds are just in view.'7
"Sure, some disaster has befell; Speak, nurse, I hope the boy is well." "Dear madam, think not me to blame; Invisible the fairy came: Your precious babe is hence conveyed,
And in the place a changeling laid. Where are the father's mouth and
The mother's eyes, as black as sloes? See, here, a shocking awkward creature.
That speaks a fool in every feature." "The woman's blind," the mother cries,
"I see wit sparkle in his eyes." "Lord, madam, what a squinting leer!
No doubt the fairy hath been here."
Just as she spoke, a prying sprite Pops through the keyhole swift as light;
Perched on the cradle's top he stands,
Well might w e pass for fools indeed."
Charles Graham Halpine (Miles O'reilly).
QUAKERDOM,— A FORMAL CALL.
Through her forced, abnormal quiet
Flashed the soul of frolic riot. And a most malicious laughter lighted up her downcast eyes; All in vain I tried each topic. Ranged from polar climes to tropics, Every commonplace I started met with yes-or-no replies.
For her mother — stiff and stately. As if starched and ironed lately — Sat erect, with rigid elbows bedded
thus in curving palms; There she sat on guard before
And in words precise, decorous. And most calm, reviewed the weather, and recited several psalms.
How without abruptly ending This my visit, and offending Wealthy neighbors, was the problem which employed my mental care;
When the butler, bowing lowly, Uttered clearly, stiffly, slowly, "Madam, please, the gardener wants
you,"— Heaven, I thought,
has heard my prayer.
"Pardon me!" she grandly uttered; Bowing low, I gladly muttered, "Surely, Madam!" and, relieved I
turned to scan the daughter's
Ha! what pent-up mirth outflashes From beneath those pencilled lashes!
How the drill of Quaker custom yields to Nature's brilliant grace.
Brightly springs the prisoned fountain [tain From the side of Delphi's moun
When the stone that weighed upon its
Widely ranging, quickly changing,
When the noonday woods are ring-
Al l the birds of summer singing, Suddenly there falls a silence, and we know a serpent nigh: So upon the door a rattle Stopped our animated tattle, And the stately mother found us prim enough to suit her eye.
Dotv's Flat. That's its name.
And I reckon that you
It was called after Dow, —
Which the same was an ass;
Thet the thing kem to pass,—
You see this yer Dow
Hed the worst kind of luck; He slipped up somehow On each thing thet he struck. Why, ef he'd a' straddled that fence-rail the derned thing 'ed get up and buck.