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THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER. 133
This orderly, decent, exemplary set
Now the bell striking three, they agreed to adjourn;
He stumbled and tumbled, stubbed toes, broke his
shins, And next with a head-stone disabled his head; Though the night was as dark as in Egypt of old He discovered at last he had got with the dead; There jammed like a wedge by a couple of tombs, An effort he made to dislodge—but in vain; Old Bacchus had stowed him so snug in his bed, That the church might as soon have been raised up
again. When thus the poor Peliow was heard with a groan To say, as he lay by strong liquor oppressed, Well, well, I suppose if they let me alone, In time, I may chance to get up with the rest.
THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER.
A Grasshopper had chaunted it away,
Each summer's day:
134 THE PEASANT AND HIS ASS\
From her abundant store;
Or else, e'er half the winter o'er,
She needs must die for want;
And faith and troth she swore
The loan with int'rest to restore
By autumn next—if not before.
Your ants they never lend on trust:
Our housewife was devout as well as just;
T' encourage sloth she held a crime.
How did you spend quoth she, the harvest time?
And please you, night and day I tun'd my song
T' amuse the travellers that pass'd along.
Oh. ho! and so you sung the summer out:
Yes, Ma'am. Why that was wond'rous wise!
And now that winter's come, might I advise
E'en dance about;
THE PEASANT AND HIS ASS.
As on the road a peasant drove his ass,
He spi'd a meadow rich in grass;
And tho' he had no right to do it,
He dar'd the pound, and turn'd the beast into it.
The jack-ass, charm'd at such a treat,
With choice to crop and time to eat,
Graz'd here and there the field all over, Then prane'd and rear'd and toss'd his head, And in the thick on't made his bed,
Like one that's nurs'd in clover.
Amidst this jubilee the foe appears; The clown cries out, Haste, haste away!
At which our ass prick'd up his ears,
Will those folks load a double pack
THE INDIAN CONVERT, 133
Why, no.—Then what is it to me,
If I belong to them of thee?
If you disdain to be a slave.
Nor do I know
THE INDIAN CONVERT.
An Indian, who liv'd at Muskingum remote,
To throw offhis blanket and put on a coat,
The Indiau^long slighted an offer so fair,
Preferring to preaching his fishing and fowling?
A sermon to him was a heart full of care,
At last by persuasion and Constant harassing,
He saw that the malice of Satan was pressing,
Of heaven, one day when the parson was speaking,
The convert who something substantial was seeking Rpse up and confessed he had doubts in the case—
Said he Master Minister, this place that you talk of,
Has it liquors in plenty?—If so III soon walk off
136 THE CLOWNS REPLY.
You fool (saiil the preacher) no liquors are there!
The place I'm describing is most like our meeting, Good people, all singing with preaching and pray'r;
They live upon these without eating or drinking.
But the doors are all locked against folks that are wicked;
And you I am fearful, will never get there ;— A life of Repentance must purchase the ticket,
And few of you Indians can buy it, I fear.
Farewell (said the Indian) I'm nqne of your mess;
On victuals so airy I faintish should feel, I cannot consent to be lodged in a place
Where there's nothing to eat and but little to steal.
THE CLOWN'S REPLY.
John Trott was desir'd by two witty peers, To tell them the reason why Asses had ears? 'An't please you,' quoth John, 'I'm not given to
letters, 'Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters; 'Howe'er from this time I shall ne'er see your graces * As I hope to be sav'd, toithout thinking on asses."