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18 "I HE NEW ENGLAND SABBATH-DAY CHACE.
With his harness and buckles he loom'd very grand,
As thus I jogg’d on, by my saddle confined, With Ranger and Darby a distance behind; At last in full view of a steeple we came With a cock on the spire (I suppose he was game; A dove in the pulpit may suit your grave people, But always remember—a cock on the steeple) Cries Darby—‘Dear master, I beg you to stay ; Believe me there’s danger in driving this way; Our deacons on Sundays have power to arrest And lead us to church, if your honour thinks best, Though still I must do them the justice to tell, They would choose you should pay them the fine, full as well.” • The fine (said I) Darby, how much may it be— A shilling or sixpence? why, now let me see, Three shillings are all the small pence that remain, And to change a half.joe would be rather profane. Is it more than three shillings, the fine that you speak on ; What say you, good Darby—will that serve the deacon.” " “Three shillings! (cried Darby) why master, you're jesting!— Let us luff while we can and make sure of our westwng— Forty shillings, excuse me, is too much to pay; It would take my month’s wages—that's all I've to Say. By taking this road that inclines to the right The squire and the sexton may bid us good night,
‘RHE NEW ENGLAND SABBATH-DAY CHAGE. 19
If once to old Ranger I give up the rein
“Not I, my good DARBY (1 answer'd the lad)
Leave the church on the left! they would think we were mad;
I would sooner rely on the heels of my steed,
Then approaching the church, as we pass'd by the door
The sexton peep’d out, with a saint or two more,
By this time the deacon had mounted his ponéy And chaced for the sake of our souls, and our mo- new : The saint as he followed, cried—“Stop them, halloo!” As swift as he followed, as swiftly we flew.—
“Ah master! (said Darby) I very much fear We must drop him some money to check his career He is gaining upon us and waves with his hat, There’s nothing dear master will stop him but that. Remember the Beaver (you well know the fable) Who flying the hunters as long as he's able, When he finds that his efforts can nothing avail, But death and the puppies are close at his tail, Instead of desponding at such a dead lift, H\e bites off their object, and makes a free gift–
20 THE BOYS AND THE FROGS.
Since fortune all hope of escaping denies
A THous AND Frogs upon a summer's day,
It happened that a band of boys, Observant of their harmless joys, Thoughtless resolv’d to spoil their happy sport; One frenzy seiz'd both GREAT and sm ALL: On the poor frogs the rogues began to fall, Meaning to splash them, not to do them hurt.
As Milton quaintly sings, “the stones 'gan pour,”
The consequence was dreadful, let me tell ye;
Here mourn’d a broken back, and there a belly.
Among the smitten, it was found, Their beauteous queen receiv'd a wound; The blow gave ev'ry heart a sigh, And drew a tear from ev’ry eye; At length King CR0AK got up, and thus begun— “My lads, you think this very pretty FUN!
THE BAT AND THE WEASELS. 24
‘Your pebbles round us fly as thick as hops,—
THE BAT AND THE WEASELS.
OF weasels some eat birds. Again
Some trifle fluster'd, quoth th’ intriguer, “Why, my dear sir, you're vastly eager. • Sure any bird would think you mad! * A mouse, too! very high egad! “Pray have mice wings? look: wings like these sir? * Answer me only, if you please, sir:
Thus crafty folks will act; whene'er They’re press'd, they change, and think 'tis fair: They're this thing here, and toother there.
EPITAPH ON AN OLD HORSE.
LET no facetious mortal laugh,