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For warfare all unfit;
His weapon was,—his wit.
3. One summer, by some fatal spell,
(Phoebus was peevish for some scoff,) The plague upon that city fell,
And swept the beasts by thousands off.
And taking counsel sage,
peerage summoned to advise
To soothe Apollo's rage.
4. Quoth lion : “ We are sinners all,
And even it must be confessed,
I, I am guilty as the rest.
throat a thirst,
I find resistance vain.
5. “Now to be candid, I must own
The sheep are weak and I am strong,
The sheep have never done me wrong.
One trespass from your view;
I took the shepherd too.
6. “ Then let us all our sins confess,
And whosoe'er the blackest guilt,
Let his atoning blood be spilt.
Your sentence freely give;
And let my people live."
To hear the Codrus of the wood;
If he would make his promise good, -
Let us like subjects true
We all will die for you.
8. “But please your majesty, I deem,
Submissive to your royal grace,
That paltry, poltroon, sheepish race;
By all-creating power ?
For lions to devour.
9. “And as for eating now and then,
As well the shepherd as the sheep,-
Expect with you the peace to keep ?
"Tis time their blustering boast to stem,
And prove creation's plan ;
Not lions made for man.”
10. And now the noble peers begin,
And, cheered with such examples bright,
Some midnight murder brought to light;
But he could botch with paint:
Each blood-hound is a saint.
11. When each had told his tale in turn,
The long-eared beast of burden came,
To make confession of my shame;
A haystack on my way:
And cropped,-a lock of hay."
12. “Oh, monster! villain !" Reynard cried,
“ No longer seek the victim, sire;
To expiate Apollo's ire.”
“What, steal another's grass !"
The victim was,—THE Ass !
COLORING THINGS TOO HIGHLY.
1. “If there be any one mannerism," says Ephraim Holding, " that is universal among mankind, it is that of coloring too highly things we describe. We cannot be content with a simple relation of truth—we must exaggerate—we must overdraw—we must have 'a little too much red in the brush.' Who ever heard of a dark night that was not 'pitch dark ? -of a stout man that was not strong as a horse ?—or of a miry road that was not up to the knees?' I would walk 'fifty miles on foot to see the man who never caricatures the subject on which he speaks; but where is such a one to be found ?
2. “From rosy morn to dewy eve,' in our common conversation, we are constantly outraging the truth. If somewhat wakeful in the night, we have scarcely had a wink of sleep;' if our sleeves get a little damp in a shower, we are as wet as if dragged through a brook;' if a breeze blow up while we are in the chops of the Channel,' the waves are sure to run mountains high;' and if a man grow rich, we all say that 'he rolls in money. No later than yesterday, a friend of mine, who would shrink from a wilful misrepresentation, told me hastily, as he passed, that the newspaper had ‘nothing in it but advertisements, and that he had just sent off, by the Shrewsbury coach, a codfish as big as a jackass !
3. “Every newspaper has its ‘Bargains, its 'Great Savings,' and its Immense Sacrifices.' 'Fish all alive' is not too strong a term for the unbearably tainted, scaly fry offered for sale. The Irish cloth of the mercer is 'fine as cambric;':the stale meat of the butcher sweet as a nut'-and the cheese-monger's hard, tough, lean cheese, 'as fat as butter.'
METAPHYSICS-A LUMINOUS CONVERSATION.
1. “Pray, Doctor," said Uncle Tim,“ tell me something about metaphysics; I have often heard of that science, but never for my life could find out what it was.”
“Metaphysics,” said the Doctor, “is the science of abstractions."
“ I'm no wiser for that explanation,” said Uncle Tim.
“It treats," said the Doctor, “ of matters most profound and sublime, a little difficult perhaps for a common intellect, or an unschooled capacity to fathom, but not the less important on that account to all living beings.”
2.“ What does it teach ?” asked the schoolmaster.
“ It is not applied so much to the operation of teaching," answered the Doctor," as to that of inquiring; and the chief inquiry is, whether things are, or whether they are not."
“ I don't understand the question,” said Uncle Tim, taking the pipe out of his mouth.
“For example, whether this earth on which we tread,” said the Doctor, giving a heavy stamp on the floor, and setting his foot slap on the cat's tail,“ whether this earth does really exist, or whether it does not exist."
3. “That is a point of considerable consequence to settle,” said my grandfather.
“Especially," added the schoolmaster, " to the holders of real estate."
“Now the earth,” continued the Doctor, “may exist—" “Who the dogs ever doubted that ?" asked Uncle Tim.
“A great many men,” said the Doctor, “and some very learned ones.”
4. Uncle Tim stared a moment, and then began to fill up his pipe, whistling the tune of High Betty Martin, while the Doctor went on :
“ The earth, I say, may exist, although Bishop Berkeley has proved beyond all possible gainsaying or denial, that it