Stop thief! Stop thief! A highwayman!" Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it, too, Nor stopp'd till where he had got up, He did again get down. Now let us sing, "Long live the king! Report of an Adjudged Case BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose; So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. "In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, Then holding the spectacles up to the Court "Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle, As wide as the bridge of the Nose is; in short, Design'd to sit close to it, just like a saddle. "Again, would your lordship a moment suppose'Tis a case that has happen'd, and may be againThat the visage or countenance had not a Nose, Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles then? "On the whole, it appears, and my argument shows, Then shifting his side as a lawyer knows how- But what were his arguments few people know, So his lordship decreed with a grave, solemn tone, Pairing-Time Anticipated I SHALL not ask Jean Jaques Rousseau 'Tis clear that they were always able To hold discourse, at least in fable; Must have a most uncommon skull. It chanced, then, on a winter's day, To forestall sweet St. Valentine, In many an orchard, copse, and grove, And with much twitter and much chatter At length a Bullfinch, who could boast Deliver'd briefly thus his mind: "My friends, be cautious how ye treat The subject upon which we meet; I fear we shall have winter yet." A Finch, whose tongue knew no control, A last year's bird, who ne'er had tried By his goodwill would keep us single Till death exterminate us all. I marry without more ado. My dear Dick Redcap, what say you?" Dick heard, and tweedling, ogling, bridling, Turned short round, strutting, and sideling, Attested, glad, his approbation Of an immediate conjugation. Their sentiments, so well express'd, Influenced 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, Stepping into their nests, they paddled, Themselves were chill'd, their eggs were addled. Soon every father bird and mother Except that they had ever met, Than to neglect a good adviser. MORAL Misses, the tale that I relate The Love of the World Reproved THUS says the Prophet of the Turk: |