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Whence had you this illustrious name I
A Carrier, ev'ry night and morn,
The manger now had all its measure; He heard the grinding teeth with pleasure: When all at once confusion rung; They snorted, jostled, bit, and flung. A Pack-horse turn'd his head aside; Foaming, his eye-balls swell'd with pride.
Good gods! (says he) how hard's my lot'. Is then my high descent forgot? lleduc'd to drudg'ry and disgrace, (A life unworthy of my race) Must I too bear the vile attacks Of ragged scrubs, and vulgar hacks? See scurvy Roan, that brute ill-bred, Dares from the manger thrust my head! Shall I, who boast a noble line, On offals of these creatures dine } Kick'd by old Ball! so mean a foe! My honour suffers by the blow. Newmarket speaks my grandsire's fame, All jockies still revere his name: There ye irly are his triumphs tok', There ail his massy plates enroll'a. Whene'er led forth upon the plain, You saw him with a liv'ry train;
Returning too, with laurels crown'd,
Vain-glorious fool! (the Carrier cry'd)
The Ape, the Parrot, and the Jackdaw.
A FABLE. tmLKIEJ
I Hold it rash at any time
To deal with fools dispos'd to rhime;
Dissuasive arguments provoke
Their utmost rage as soon as spoke:
Encourage them, and for a day
Or two you're safe by giving way;
But when they find themselves betray'd.
On you at last the blame is laid.
They hate and scorn you as a traitor,
The common lot of those who flatter.
But can a scribbler, sir, be shunn'd?
What will you do when teaz'd and dunn'd?
When watch'd, and caught, and closely press'd,
When complimented and caress'd:
When Bavins greets you with a bow,
sir, please to read a line or two" If you approve and say Uiey're clever,
1 ou make me happy, Sir, forever." What can be done? the case is plain No methods of escape remain • You're fairly noos'd, and must consent lo bear, what nothing can prevent,
«rnXu0mb'SanSeri and your fate W ill be to suffer soon or late.
An Ape, that was the sole delight Oi an old woman day and nicht, Indulg'd at table and in bed,
Attended like a child and fed;
VV no knew each trkk, and twe() ^^
ihan ever Monkey play'd before,
At last grew frantic, and would try
In spite of nature's laws, to fly.
Oft from the window would he view
I tie passing swallows as they flew,
Observe them flutfring round the walls,
Or gliding o'er the smooth canals:
He too must fly, and cope with these;
*or this and nothing else would please.
Olt thinking from the window's height,
Ihiee stories down, to take his flight •
He still was something loth to venture,
As tending strongly to the center;
i he case, you'll own, was something nice •
He thought it best to ask advice;
And to the Parrot straight applying,
Allow'd to be a judge of flying,
He thus began: "You'll think me rude,
forgive me if I do intrude,
For you alone my doubts can clear
In something that concerns me near •
Do you imagine, if I try,
That I shall e'er attain to fly?
Xhe project's whimsical, no doubt,
•But, ere you censure, hear me out:
That liberty's our greatest blessing,
You'll grant me without further pressing;
To live confin'd, 'tis plain and clear, Is something very hard to bear: This you must know, who for an age Have been kept pris'ner in a cage, Deny'd the privilege to soar, With boundless freedom, as before. I have, 'tis true, much greater scope Than you, my friend, can ever hope; I traverse all the house, and play 'My tricks and gambols every day: Oft with my mistress in a chair I ride abroad to take the air; Make visits with her, walk at large, A maid or footman's constant charge. Yet this is nothing, for I find Myself still hamper'd and confin'd; . A grov'ling thing: I fain would rise Aboye the earth, and mount the skies: The meanest birds, and insects too, This feat with greatest ease cau do. To that gay creature turn about, That's beating on the pane without; Ten days ago, perhaps but five, A worm, it scarcely seem'd alive: By threads suspended, tough and small, 'Midst dusty cobwebs on a wall: Now dress'd in all the different dies That vary in the ev'ning skies, He soars at large, and on the wing Enjoys with freedom all the spring; Skims the fresh lakes, and rising sees Beneath him far the loftiest trees; And when he rests he makes his bow'r The cup of some delicious flow'r. Shall creatures so obscurely bred, On mere corruption nurs'd and fed, A glorious privilege obtain, Which I can never hope to gain? Shall I, like man's imperial race In manners, customs, shape, and face, Expert in all ingenious tricks, To tumble, dance, and leap o'er sticks; Who know to sooth and coax my betters, And match a beau, at least in letters;
Shall I despair and never try
(What meanest insects can) to fly?
Say, mayn't I, without dread or care,
At once commit me to the air,
And not fall down, and break my bones
Upon those hard and flinty stones?
Say, if to stir my limbs before
Will make me glide along or soa»?
All things, they say, are learn'd by trying;
No doubt it is the same with flying.
I wait your judgment with respect,
And shall proceed as you direct."
Poor Poll, wkh gen'rous pity mov'd,
My friend, the privilege to rise