MISCELLANEOUS.

THE CONTRAST.

Enjoy thy stream, O harmless fish;

And when an angler for his dish,

Through gluttony's vile sin,

Attempts, a wretch, to pull thee out,

God give thee strength, O gentle trout,

To pull the raskall in!

JOHN WOLCOT.

THE CONTRAST.

N London I never know what I'd be at,

IN

Enraptured with this, and enchanted with that, I'm wild with the sweets of variety's plan, And Life seems a blessing too happy for man.

But the country, Lord help me! sets all matters right,

So calm and composing from morning to night; Oh it settles the spirits when nothing is seen But an ass on a common, a goose on a green.

THE CONtrast.

In town if it rain, when it damps not our hope, The eye has her choice, and the fancy her scope; What harm though it pour whole nights or whole days?

It spoils not our prospects, or stops not our ways.

In the country what bliss, when it rains in the fields, To live on the transports that shuttlecock yields; Or go crawling from window to window, to see A pig on a dunghill, or crow on a tree.

In London, if folks ill together are put,
A bore may be dropt, and a quiz may be cut;
We change without end; and if lazy or ill,
All wants are at hand, and all wishes at will.

In the country you're nail'd, like a pale in the park, To some stick of a neighbor that's cramm'd in

the ark;