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*OFT it has been my lot to mark
Two travellers of such a cast, As o'er Arabia's wilds they pass'd, And on their way in friendly chat, Now talk'd of this, and then pf that, Discours'd, awhile, 'mongst other matter Of the Camelion's form and nature. "A stranger animal," cries one, "Sure never liv'd beneath the sun: "A lizard's body lean and long, "A fish's head, a serpent's tongue, "It's foot with tripple claw ditjoin'd: "Antl what a length of tail behind! "How slow its pace! and then its hue— "Whoever saw so fine a blue?"
"Hold there,'' the other quick replies, "Tis green—I saw it with these eyes,
** As late with open mouth it lay,
"I've seen it, Sir, as well as you,
** 'Tis green, 'tis green, Sir, I assure ye— ** Green !" cries the other, in a fury— ** Why, Sir—d'ye think I've lost my eyes?"
"'Twere no great loss," the friend replies. "For if they always serve you thus, "You'll find 'em but of little use."
So high at last the contest rose,
"Sirs," cries the umpire, " cease your pother** The creature's neither one nor t'other. "I caught the animal last night, ** And view'd it o'er by candle-light: "I mark'd it well—'twas black as jet— ** You stare—but, Sirs, I've got it yet, "And can produce it."—" Pray, Sir, do: "I'll lay my life the thing is blue." "And I'll be sworn that when you've seen "The reptile, you'll pronounce him green."
"Well then, at once to ease your doubt," Replies the man," I'll turn him out: "And when before your eyes I've set him, "If you don't find him black, I'll eat .him."
He said j then full before their sight Produc'd the beast, and lo !—'twas white.
Both star'd, the man look'd wond'rous wise—
THE YOUTH AND THE PHILOSOPHER.
A GRECIAN Youth, of talents rare,
'Whom Plato's philosoghic care
Had form'd for virtueV nobler view,
By precepts and examples too,
Would often boast his matchless skill,
To curb the steed, and guide the wheel;
And as he pass'd the gazing throng,
With graceful ease, and smack'd the thong,
The idiot wonder they express'd
Was praise and transport to his breast.
At»length quite vain, he needs would shew
Howe*er, the youth, with forward air,
The lash resounds, the coursers spring,
Triumphant to the goal return'd,
Pursues with care the nice design,
Amazement seiz'd the.circling crowds
. CHAP. XIV.
WHERE London's column, pointing at the skies
Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies;
There dwelt a Citizen of sober fame,
A plain good man, and Balaam was his name;
Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth;
His word would pass for more than fre was worth,
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's:
Constant at church, and 'Change; his gains were sure,
His givings rare, save farthings to the poor.
The Devil was piqu'd such saintship to behold, N
Rous'd by the prince of air, the whirlwinds sweep
Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folksy
Asleep and naked as an Indian lay,.
The tempter saw his time ; the work he ply'd; Flocks and Subscriptions pour on every side,