Alas! you know the cause too well. The falt is fpilt, to me it fell. Then to contribute to my lofs, My knife and fork were laid across, Would I were safe at home in bed! Last night (I vow to Heav'n 'tis true) Next post some fatal news fhall tell. Nor feel affliction in thy fears; Let not thy ftomach be suspended, Eat now, and weep when dinner's ended, And when the butler clears the table For thy differt I'll read my fable. Betwixt her fwagging pannier's load A Farmer's wife to market rode, And, And, jogging on, with thoughtful care Thus far and wide was heard her scream. (Curfe on his ill-betiding croak) Bodes me no good. No more fhe said, Fell prone; o'erturn'd the pannier lay, And her mash'd eggs beftrow'd the way. Rail'd, fwore and curft. Thou croaking toad, I knew misfortune in the note. Dame, quoth the Raven, spare your oaths, For had you laid this brittle ware On Dun, the old fure-footed mare, Though all the ravens of the Hundred With croaking had your tongue out-thunder'd, FABLE A Turkey, tir'd of common food, Forfook the barn and fought the wood, Behind her ran her infant train, Collecting here and there a grain. Draw near, my birds, the mother cries, This hill delicious fare fupplies; Behold, the bufy Negro race, See, millions blacken all the place! Fear not. Like me with freedom eat; How bleft, how envy'd were our life, Sure |