THE CATASTROPHE. 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; Who from all ills the birds t' insure, Made them a dwelling fair. Here long they dwelt in peace, and showed Which in the solar radiance glowed, With golden tints and green. The maidens fair, who joyous owned The beauteous feathered pair, Beheld their utmost wishes crownedEach day they grew more fair. But ah! malignant stars prevail— And their reft patrons left to wail, Some demon in a fox's form, Approached their cage to view, And soon began the place to stormThis done the birds he slew! A bard, who heard the tidings dire, Indignant tuned his wrathful lyre, To curse the dastard foe! "Ruin seize thee, ruthless" fox!! Sorrow all thy steps pervade! Mayst thou enter soon the box, When pursued by horse and hound, Vain shall all thy arts be found, Thou shalt fall beneath thy foes! Tyrant! when the canine fangs, And o'er thee sure destruction hangs, Think upon thy victims' gasp! Think upon their shrieks and cries, When thou rushedst to their cage! Think upon their agonies, When they fell beneath thy rage! Thou shalt also cry in vain, When the foes upon thee rush! Nor of thy corse shall aught remain, To tell thy fate-except the brush. The deed is done-the deed predicted! IMPROMPTU, ON HEARING THE CLERK OF A COUNTRY PARISH ANNOUNCE A How canst thou think to make us sing With any real delight, When thus proclaiming evil news To make our pockets light? CLERK. I'll tell you-on this solemn day, A solemn tune I crave; And when I say, there 's cash to pay, You always sing so grave. |