THE INDIAN CONVERT. Why, no. Then what is it to me, If I belong to them or thee? You may by flight your freedom save, The thing that I can call my foe, 139 THE INDIAN CONVERT. (FRENEAU.) AN Indian, who liv'd at Muskingum remote, The Indian long slighted an offer so fair, At last by persuasion and constant harassing, And the means to repel him not yet understood. Of heaven, one day when the parson was speaking, And painting the beautiful things of the place, The convert who something substantial was seeking Rose up and confessed he had doubts in the case Said he Master Minister, this place that you talk of, Of things for the stomach, pray what has it got; Has it liquors in plenty?—If so I'll soon walk off And put my self down in the heavenly spot. 136 THE CLOWNS REPLY. You fool (said 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 I cannot consent to be lodged in a place THE CLOWN'S REPLY. (GOLDSMITH.) 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, 6 '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, without thinking on asses!' THE END. |