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Politely asked him what the phrase These would-be sages rarely speak, meant;

For they know well
And, being told, discharged a volley That frequent utterance would break
Of laughter at the pedant's folly.

The solemn spell.
Surprised and vex'd at this rebuff,
The parrot answer'd, in a huff :

VIII. THE MUSICAL ASS.
6. Thou art a Purist,* I suspect,
And I despise thy sober sect.

The fable which I now present,
The monkey, bowing to the bird,
Replied, " I thank thee for the word :

Occurr'd to me by accident.
Though parrots may despise the same,
It is an honourable name."

A stupid ass this morning went

Into a field by accident, Too many authors intersperse,

And cropp'd his food and was conAffectedly, their prose or verse

tent, With Gallicisms, that defile

Until he spied by accident Their native purity of style,

A flute, which some oblivious gent And, like the parrot, labour thus

Had left behind by accident;
To be, at best, ridiculous.

When, sniffing it with eager scent,
He breathed on it by accident,

And made the hollow instrument
VII. - THE CATHEDRAL BELL AND THE

Emit a sound by accident.
HERMITAGE BELL.

“ Hurrah, hurrah," exclaim'd the

brute, 1. Within an old cathedral hung

“ How cleverly I play the flute !" A mighty bell, Which never, save at Easter, swung One solemn knell;

A fool, in spite of nature's bent, And then so sternly all around

May shine for once by accident. Its echoes fell, The peasants trembled at the sound

IX. THE SWAN AND THE LINNET. Of that big bell,

1. 2.

As oncé a linnet on a tree
Not far from the cathedral stood

Was piping like a lover's lute,
A hermit's cell,

A swan exclaim'd, “ All birds should And in its belfry-tower of wood

be, A little bell; Whose daily tinklings through the year

When I am nigh, entranced and mute;

For nonè can hope to vie with me,
So faintly fell,

A vocalist of such repute!
The peasants hardly gave an ear
To that small bell.

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3.

" It heeds me not, but warbles stillThe hermit-he who own'd the same,

Was ever songster half so vain ? And loved it well,

The creature, with its tiresome trill, Resolved that it should share the fame May thank its stars that I disdain Of the big bell ;

To open my melodious bill, So tolling it but once a year,

And pour an overpowering strain. With one brief knell, He taught the peasants to reverè

3. His little bell.

“ For if, às poets truly tell,

My very death notes are divine, 4. My voice, of course,

when I am And there are fools in vast repute,

well,
Who, strange to tell,

Is still more exquisitely fine,
Acquire their fame by being mute, And I could readily excel
Like that small bell ;

That simple song by one of mine."

* A term employed by modern corrupters of our language, when they affect to ridicule those who speak it with purity.--YRIARTE.

4.

• What virtue is more lovely than “I grant thy fame in former years,' Fidelity in brute or man?

The linnet answer'd; but, as thou The dog, who guards his master's Art never heard by modern ears,

store Thy song is deem'd a fiction now, And drives the robber from the door, And, like the music of the spheres, Deserves the praise of every mouse A tale which moderns disallow. That has an interest in the house!”

A cat replied, “ Thy praise should 5

be • But give me, sweet one, I beseech,

Bestow'd as readily on me;
A sample of that olden lay.” For like the dog, and with a zeal
The swan, too flatter'd by the speech,

As watchful for my master's weal, To answer with a churlish nay,

Throughout the night I keep aloof Began to sing_but gave a screech :

A host of robbers from his roof, The linnet laugh'd, and flew away.

And guard from thee and thine the

hoard

Of dainties that should crown his 6

board." Thus many a coxcomb, with a name For talents which he ne'er possess'd,

On this the mouse withdrew again

Into its hole, and answered then, On turning author finds his fame

“ Henceforth, since thou art faithful, Unequal to the trying test,

mice And like the swan, exposed to shame, Becomes a byword and a jest.

Shall call fidelity a vice."

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One morning, as they chanced to meet at sea,
A chest of sage address'd a chest of tea,

Ho! brother, whence and whither art thou sailing ?"
And in a speech emitted or exprest-
As speeches ever

must be from the chest,

NO, CCLXXXVI. VOL. XLVI.

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The tea return'd an answer to the hailing-
“ I'm journeying from the east unto the west,
From China unto Europe's distant land,
Where I'm an article in high demand."
“ And I," rejoin'd the sage, “ unlike to thee,
Am from the west, and sailing eastwardly
To China, where, for wholesomeness and flavour,
As food or physic, I'm in mighty favour ;
For though my countrymen, I blush to say,

My European countrymen, despise
And fling me as a worthless weed away,

The Chinaman is, Heaven be praised ! more wise.
He has a sage tooth in his head, and knows
The pleasure and relief my leaf bestows;
In fact, I take precedence over thee,
And hit his taste, friend Tea, unto a T.

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5. But, like the gouls of eastern lore, An owl one night profanely flew

These critics batten on the dead ; Into a church, and chanced to see And when each author is no more, A lamp or lantern--but the two To whom they meanly quail'd of yore, Are much alike, and one will do, Attack him without dread.

Whichever it might be.

3. A story, which in other days

I often heard my grandam tell

6. And yet, methinks, anent the pair,

It was, if I remember well,

* Garcilasso de la Vega, one of the most celebrated poets of Spain. An elegant translation of his works into English verse, has appeared from the pen of Mr Wiffen. A lamp ; but whether round or square, The frighten'd vagrant flung away Or made of glass or earthenware, His stick, or, as himself would say, Is more than I can tell.

He cut his stick, and ran.

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14. But there it hung, in pious proof The dog pursued him as he fled; ; Of Catholicity, before

And "what a wretch is this," he The Virgin's shrine--a thing aloof, cried, Just ninety feet below the roof, • Who holds a living dog in dread, And nine above the floor.

Yet, when he meets with one that's

dead, 8.

Will strip it of its hide!” The owl, who felt at such a sight

His appetite for oil arise, Swoop'd boldly towards it; but the XV. THE FROG AND THE FROGLING.

light, Alack I was too intensely bright, From their dwelling in a bog, And scorch'd his lidless eyes. Cried a frogling to a frog:

Mother, see, on yonder banks 9.

How the canes, in even ranks, So reeling backwards in despair, Lift their leafy heads on high He mutter'd, as he left the shrine,

Till they seem to touch the sky. * Oh! but for this terrific glare, Tell me, have you ever seen How gloriously would I fare

Any trees so tall and greenUpon that oil of thine!

Any that in stalk or stem

Would deserve to vie with them?" 10.

But the words had scarcely past, “But trust me, lamp, though now I flee, When an unexpected blast If ever I should chance to find

Rush'd, and with a mighty blow Thy flame extinct-with fearless glee Struck the grove and laid it low. I'll glut my thirsty beak in thee,

Then, retorting from the bog, Nor leave a drop behind."

To the frogling cried the frog :

“ Look, my child—a child may gain 11.

Wisdom even from a caneAnd such are critics. But if they Look, and learn no more to prize Should feel dissatisfied with this,

Objects for their gloss and size. Perhaps another fable may

For each trunk that seem'd to thee Present their likeness in a way,, Massy as a forest tree, That none can take amiss.

Is as empty, frail, and thin,

As the vilest reed, within."
12.
One day a ragman with his stick

Was poking in the kennel, when Many bardlings in a strain
A dog that pass'd began to prick Just as fugitive and vain-
His ears—for dogs delight to pick Never terse and never strong,
A quarrel with such men.

But inordinately long,

And, despite of much pretence, 13.

Quite without the sap of senseAnd rushing headlong to the fray, Flourish for a day, and then

With bark and bite attack'd the man; Vanish from the eyes of men.

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