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smiling, "My dear friend, why should you trouble the cadi? Your money was perfectly secure in my hands; my refusal was only a piece of pleasantry. I was desirous of seeing how you would bear disappointment."

10. The merchant, however, was prudent enough not to believe what he had heard, and returned to the cadi, to thank him for the generous assistance which he had given him.

11. Night approached, and the dervis prepared to receive the expected treasure; but the night passed, and no slaves appeared. As soon as it was morning, the dervis repaired to the judge's house. "I am come to know, Mr. Cadi,” said he, why you have not sent your slaves, according to promise."

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12. Because I have learned from a merchant," said the judge, "that thou art a perfidious wretch, whom justice will punish as thou deservest, if a second complaint of the same nature is brought against thee." The dervis, struck with this reproof, made a profound reverence, and retired with precipi'ation, without offering a single word in his own vindication.

LESSON XXXIII.

The Fox and the Cat.

1. The Fox and the Cat, as they travelled one day, With moral discourses cut shorter the way.

""Tis great (says the Fox) to make justice our guide !"
"How godlike is mercy!"-Grimalkin* replied.

2. Whilst thus they proceeded, a Wolf from the wood,
Impatient of hunger, and thirsting for blood,
Rush'd forth, as he saw the dull shepherd asleep,
And seized for his supper an innocent Sheep.
"In vain, wretched victim, for mercy you bleat,
When mutton's at hand, (says the Wolf,) I must eat."

3. Grimalkin's astonished-The Fox stood aghast,
To see the fell beast at his bloody repast;

"What a wretch (sings the Cat) 'tis the vilest of brutes; Does he feed upon flesh, when there's herbage and roots?" Cries the Fox, "while our oaks give us acorns so good, What a tyrant is this to spill innocent blood!"

4. Well, onward they march'd, and they moralized still, Till they came where some poultry pick'd chaff by a mill;

* Grimalkin, an old cat.

Sly Renard surveyed them with gluttonous eyes, And made (spite of morals) a Chicken his prize. A Mouse too, that chanc'd from her cover to stray, The greedy Grimalkin secured as her prey. 5. A Spider that sat in her web on the wail, Perceiv'd the poor victims, and pitied their fall; She cried-" of such murders how guiltless am ད་ So ran to regale on a new taken Fly.

MORAL.

The faults of our neighbors with freedom we blame, But tax not ourselves, though we practise the same.

LESSON XXXIV.

Might makes Right.

1. A SPARROW perched upon a bough,
Spied a poor beetle creep below,

And picked it up, "Ah, spare me, spare!—"
The insect prayed: but vain its prayer.

"Wretch !" cries the murderer, "hold thy tongue,

For thou art weak, and I am strong."

2. A hawk beheld him, and in haste,
Sharpens his beak for a repast,
And pounces plump upon him. "0,"

Exclaims the

sparrow,

"let me go."

"Wretch!" cries the murderer, "hold thy tongue, For thou art weak, and I am strong."

3. The hawk was munching up his prey, When a stout eagle steer'd that way, And seized him. "Sure, comrade,

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You'll spare my life-we're both a trade!"
"Wretch !" cries the murderer, "hold thy tongue,

For thou art weak, and I am strong."

4. A sportsman saw the eagle fly,

He shot, and brought him from the sky:

The dying bird could only groan,

"Tyrant! what evil have I done?"

"Wretch !" cries the murderer, "hold thy tongue, For thou art weak, and I am strong.'

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5. "Tis thus that man to man behaves;
Witness the planter and his slaves.
'Tis thus that state oppresses state,
And infant freedom meets its fate.
"Wretch!" cries the stronger,
For thou art weak, and I am strong."

LESSON XXXV.

The Lion and Dog.

"hold thy tongue,

1. It was customary for those who were unable to pay sixpence for the sight of the wild beasts in the Tower, to bring a dog or a cat, as a gift to the beasts, in lieu of money to the keeper. Among others, a man had brought a pretty black spaniel, which was thrown into the cage of the great lion.Immediately the little animal trembled and shivered, crouched, and threw itself on its back, put forth its tongue, and held up paws, as if praying for mercy.

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2. In the mean time, the lion, instead of devouring it, turned it over with one paw, and then turned it with the other. He smelled of it, and seemed desirous of courting a further acquaintance. The keeper, on seeing this, brought a large mess of his own family dinner. But the lion kept aloof, and refused to eat, keeping his eye on the dog, and inviting him, as it were, to be his taster.

3. At length, the little animal's fears being somewhat abated, and his appetite quickened by the smell of the victuals, he approached slowly, and, with trembling, ventured to eat. The lion then advanced gently, and began to partake, and they finished their meal very quietly together.

4. From this day, a strict friendship commenced between them, consisting of great affection and tenderness on the part of the lion, and of the utmost confidence and boldness on the part of the dog; insomuch that he would lay himself down to sleep within the fangs and under the jaws of his terrible patron.

5. In about twelve months, the little spaniel sickened and died. For a time, the lion did not appear to conceive otherwise than that his favorite was asleep. He would continue to smell of him, and then would stir him with his nose, and turn him over with his paws.

6. But, finding that all his efforts to wake him were vain, he would traverse his cage from end to end at a swift and uneasy pace. He would then stop, and look down upon him with a

fixed and drooping regard; and again lift up his head, and roar for several minutes, as the sound of distant thunder.

7. They attempted, but in vain, to convey the carcase from him. He watched it continually, and would suffer nothing to touch it. The keeper then endeavored to tempt him with a variety of food, but he turned from all that was offered, with loathing.

8. They then put several living dogs in his cage, which he tore in pieces, but left their members on the floor. His passions being thus inflamed, he would grapple at the bars of his cage, as if enraged at his restraint from tearing those around him to pieces.

9. Again, as if quite spent, he would stretch himself by the remains of his beloved associate, lay his paws upon him, and take him to his bosom; and then utter his grief in deep and melancholy roaring, for the loss of his little play-fellow, his late friend, the only companion of his den.

10. For five days, he thus languished, and gradually declined, without taking any sustenance or admitting any comfort, till, one morning, he was found dead, with his head reclined on the carcase of his little friend. They were both interred together.

LESSON XXXVI.

Scene from "the Poor Gentleman.”

SIR ROBERT, FREDERICK, AND HUMPHREY.

Enter Frederick, hastily.

Fred. O My dear uncle, good morning! your park* is nothing but beauty.

Sir Rob. Who bid you caper over my beauty? I told you to stay in doors till I got up.

Fred. So you did, but I entirely forgot it.

Sir Rob. And pray what made you forget it?

Fred. The sun.

Sir Rob. The sun! he's mad! you mean the moon I believe.

Fred. O my dear uncle, you don't know the effect of a fine spring morning upon a young fellow just arrived from Russia. The day looked bright, trees budding, birds singing, the park was so gay, that I took a leap out of your old balcony, made your deer fly before me like the wind, and chased them all round the park, to get an appetite while you were snoring in bed, uncle. *Park, a large piece of ground enclosed, in which deer and other beasts of chase are kept.

Sir Rob. Oh, oh! So the effect of English sunshine upon a Russian is to make him jump out of a balcony and worry my deer.

Fred. I confess it had that influence upon me.

Sir Rob. You had better be influenced by a rich old uncle, unless you think the sun likely to leave you a fat legacy. Fred. I hate legacies.

Sir Rob. Sir, that's mighty singular. They are pretty solid tokens at least.

Fred. Very melancholy tokens, uncle; they are the posthumous despatches which affection sends to gratitude to inform us we have lost a gracious friend.

Sir Rob. How charmingly the dog argues.

Fred. But I own my spirits run away with me this morning. I will obey you better in future; for they tell me you are a very worthy, good sort of old gentleman.

Sir Rob. Now, who had the familiar impudence to tell

that?

Fred. Old rusty, there.

Sir Rob. Why, Humphrey, you didn't?

Humph. Yes, but I did, though.

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Fred. Yes he did, and on that score I shall be anxious to show you obedience, for 'tis as meritorious to attempt sharing a good man's heart, as it is paltry to have designs upon a rich man's money. A noble nature aims its attentions full breast high, uncle; a mean mind levels its dirty assiduities at the pocket.

Sir Rob. (shaking him by the hand.) Jump out of every window I have in the house; hunt my deer into high fevers, my fine fellow. Ay, that's right, this is spunk and plain speaking. Give me a man who is always plumping his dissent to my doctrines smack in my teeth

Fred. I disagree with you there, uncle.

Humph. And so do I.

Fred. You, you forward puppy! If you were not so old I'd knock you down.

Sir Rob. I'll knock you down if you do. I wont have my servants thump'd into dumb flattery; I wont let you teach 'em to make silence a toad-eater.

Humph. Come, you are ruffled. Let us go to the business of the morning.

Sir Rob.

hate the business of the morning. Don't you see we are engaged in discussion. I tell you, I hate the busi ness of the morning.

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