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THESE LINES, ACCOMPANIED BY A Fox's BRUSH, WERE SENT TO
TWO LADIES, FROM WHOSE AVIARY A FOX HAD STOLEN A PAIR
OF BEAUTIFUL PHEASANTS.
Two beauteous pheasants lived secure,
Beneath their patrons' care;
Made them a dwelling fair.
Here long they dwelt in peace, and showed
Their plumage rich and skeen;
With golden tints and green.
The maidens fair, who joyous owned
The beauteous feathered pair, Beheld their utmost wishes crowned
Each day they grew more fair.
But ah! malignant stars prevail
The birds are stolen away,
The ever mournful day.
Some demon in a fox's form,
Approached their cage to view, And soon began the place to storm
This done—the birds he slew !
A bard, who heard the tidings dire,
And felt the tale of woe, Indignant tuned his wrathful lyre,
To curse the dastard foe!
“ Ruin seize thee, ruthless" fox!
When pursued by horse and hound,
Tyrant! when the canine fangs,
their shrieks and cries,
Thou shalt also cry in vain,
The deed is done-the deed predicted!
ON HEARING THE CLERK OF A COUNTRY PARISH ANNOUNCE A
FURTHER ASSESSMENT, AND IMMEDIATELY ADD, COME,
How canst thou think to make us sing
With any real delight,
To make our pockets light?
I'll tell you—on this solemn day,
A solemn tune I crave;