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And with much twitter and much chatter,
My friends! be cautious how ye treat
A Finch, whose tongue knew no control,
Methinks the gentleman, quoth she, Opposite in the apple-tree, By his good will would keep us single Till yonder Heav'n and Earth shall mingle, Or (which is likelier to befall) Till death exterminate us all. I marry without more ado, My dear Dick Redcap, what say you?
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED.
Dick heard, and tweedling, ogling, bridling, Turning short round, strutting and sideling, Attested, glad, his approbation Of an immediate conjugation. Their sentiments so well express'd Influenc'd mightily the rest, All pair'd, and each pair built a nest.
But though the birds were thus in haste, The leaves came on not quite so fast, And Destiny, that sometimes bears An aspect stern on man's affairs, Not altogether smild on theirs. The wind, of late breath'd gently forth, Now shifted east, and east by north; Bare trees and shrubs but ill, you know, Could shelter them from rain or snow, Stepping into their nests, they paddled, Themselves were chilld, their eggs were addled; Soon ev'ry father bird and mother Grew quarrelsome, and peck'd each other, Parted without the least regret, Except that they had ever met, And learn’d in future to be wiser, Than to neglect a good adviser.
Misses! the tale that I relate
This lesson seems to carry-
But proper time to marry.
THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY.
The noon was shady, and soft airs
Swept Ouse's silent tide,
I wander'd on his side.
My spaniel, prettiest of his race,
And high in pedigree,
That spaniel found for me)
* Sir Robert Gunning's daughters.
Now wanton'd lost in flags and reeds,
Now starting into sight,
With scarce a slower flight.
It was the time when Ouse display'd
His lilies newly blown;
And one I wish'd my own.
With cane extended far I sought
To steer it close to land;
Escap'd my eager hand.
Beau mark'd my unsuccessful pains
With fix'd consid’rate face,
To comprehend the case.
But with a cherup clear and strong,
Dispersing all his dream,
The windings of the stream.
My ramble ended, I return'd;
Beau, trotting far before,
And plunging left the shore.
I saw him with that lily cropp'd
Impatient swim to meet My quick approach, and soon he dropp'd
The treasure at my feet.
Charn’d with the sight, the world, I cried,
Shall hear of this thy deed: My dog shall mortify the pride . Of man’s superior breed:
But chief myself I will enjoin,
Awake at duty's call,
To Him who gives me all.