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No more the caviler could say,
No further faults descry;
Fell down upon his eye.
As punished for that sin;
Nor skull have kept them in.
THE ASS AND THE NIGHTINGALE.-Krilov.
An ass, a nightingale espied,
Now let me hear thee, that I may decide;
Through all the regions of sweet music ranging, Varying her song a thousand different ways;
Rising and falling, lingering, ever changing:
Strewing the wood with lovelier music ;-there
No zephyr dares disturb the tranquil air :-
The shepherd like a statue stands—afraid
“ Listen !” to his favorite maid.
Would give thee a few lessons, doubtless he Might raise thy voice and modulate thy ear;
And thou, in spite of all thy faults, mayest be
Seems to say,
A very decent singer." The poor bird
THE YOUNG FLY AND THE OLD SPIDER.-Wolcot.
Fresh was the breath of morn—the busy breeze,
And swept the dew-clad blooms with wings so light:
And smiling, put on his best looks so bright.
On this fair morn, a spider who had set,
With cautious art, upon a spangled thorn ;
Humming her little orisons to morn.
“ Good morrow, dear Miss Fly," quoth gallant Grim“Good morrow, sir,” replied Miss Fly to him
“Walk in, Miss, pray, and see what I'm about :" “I'm much obliged t'ye, sir,” Miss Fly rejoined, “My eyes are both so very good, I find,
That I can plainly see the whole without.”
“Fine weather, Miss”- -“Yes, very fine,"
Quoth Miss-"prodigious fine indeed!" “ But why so coy?" quoth Grim, “that you decline To put within my bower your pretty head ?”
“ 'Tis simply this,"
Quoth cautious Miss,
“ Then let me squeeze your lovely hand, my dear,
your dread is foolish, vain"-
You really would not let it go again."
“ Poh, poh, child, pray
idle dread: I would not hurt a hair of that sweet head
Well, then, with one sweet kiss of friendship meet me :" “ La, sir," quoth miss, with seeming artless tongue, “I fear our salutation would be long:
So loving, too, I fear that you would eat me.”
So saying, with a smile she left the rogue,
A certain artist, I've forgot his name,
pray do then."-So, at first, he chose To place a youngish pair upon his nose;
a And book produced, to see how they would fit: Asked how he liked 'em ?/" Like 'em-not a bit.”— “ Then sir, I fancy, if you please to try, These in my hand will better suit your eye”— “No, but they don't"_“Well, come, sir, if you please, Here is another sort, we'll e'en try these ; Still somewhat more they magnify the letter; Now, sir ?”—“Why now—I'm not a bit the better”“No! here, take these that magnify still more ; How do they fit ?”—“ Like all the rest before.” In short, they tried a whole assortment through, But all in vain, for none of 'em would do. The operator, much surprised to find So odd a case, thought, sure the man is blind: “What sort of eyes can you have got ?" said he,
Why, very good ones, friend, as you may see:" “Yes, I perceive the clearness of the ball — Pray, let me ask you—can you read at all ?”
“No, you great blockhead; if I could, what need
THE SCHOOLBOY'S COMPLAINT.—Anonymous.
I love my master, and my school full well,
When, if by chance, my hands do get a stain,
If slate-string lose,-or pencil chance to drop,
Oh! direful cane! I wish the burning sun
Oh! friends believe me, hear me speak my mind :
Oh! what a sufferer, when shall I be freed ?-
I'll go to him, for he's a man of peace,
Oh! wretched me! how oft I've wished in vain,
THE THREE BLACK CROWS.—Byrom.
Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand,
shall hear: an odd affair indeed! And that it happened, they are all agreed : Not to detain you from a thing so strange, A gentleman, that lives not far from 'Change, This week, in short, as all the alley knows, Taking a puke, has thrown up three black crows." "Impossible!"_" Nay, but it's really true, • I had it from good hands, and so may you.” "From whose, I pray?" So having named the man, Straight to inquire his curious comrade ran. “Sir, did you tell”—relating the affair“ Yes, sir, I did; and if it's worth your care Ask Mr. Such-a-one, he told it me; But, by the by, 'twas two black crows, not three.” Resolved to trace so wondrous an event, Whip to the third, the virtuoso went. “Sir,”—and so forth—“Why, yes; the thing is fact, Though in regard to number not exact; It was not two black crows, 'twas only one; The truth of that you may depend upon. The gentleman himself told me the case." " Where
I find him ?" Why,—in such a place." Away he goes, and having found him out, — “Sir, be so good as to resolve a doubt.” Then to his last informant he referred, And begged to know if true what he had heard. “ Did you, sir, throw up a black crow ?" "Not I !" “ Bless me! how people propagate a lie ! Black crows have been thrown up, three, two, and one, And here I find at last all comes to none !