Just what his gracious masters please to take;
Perhaps his tusks, the weapons Nature gave
For self-defence, the general privilege;

Perhaps, hark Jacob! dost thou hear that horn?
Woe to the young posterity of pork!

Their enemy is at hand.

Again. Thou say'st
The Pig is ugly. Jacob, look at him!
Those eyes have taught the Lover flattery.
His face,.. nay Jacob, Jacob! were it fair
To judge a Lady in her dishabille?
Fancy it drest, and with salt-petre rouged.
Behold his tail, my friend; with curls like that
The wanton hop marries her stately spouse;
So crisp in beauty Amoretta's hair

Rings round her lover's soul the chains of love.
And what is beauty, but the aptitude
Of parts harmonious? give thy fancy scope
And thou wilt find that no imagined change
Can beautify this beast. Place at his end
The starry glories of the Peacock's pride;

Give him the Swan's white breast; for his horn-hoofs

Shape such a foot and ankle as the waves

Crowded in eager rivalry to kiss,

When Venus from the enamour'd sea arose;..

Jacob, thou can'st but make a monster of him,
All alteration man could think, would mar

His Pig-perfection.

A dirty life.

The last charge, .. he lives

Here I could shelter him

With noble and right-reverend precedents,
And show by sanction of authority

That 'tis a very honourable thing

To thrive by dirty ways. But let me rest
On better ground the unanswerable defence.
The Pig is a philosopher, who knows
No prejudice. Dirt? Jacob, what is dirt?
If matter, why the delicate dish that tempts
An o'ergorged Epicure to the last morsel
That stuffs him to the throat-gates is no more.
If matter be not, but as Sages say,
Spirit is all, and all things visible

Are one, the infinitely modified,

Think, Jacob, what that Pig is, and the mire
Wherein he stands knee-deep?

And there! that breeze Pleads with me, and has won thee to the smile That speaks conviction. O'er yon blossom'd field Of beans it came, and thoughts of bacon rise.

The DANCING BEAR.

Recommended to the Advocates for the SLAVE-TRADE.

Rare music! I would rather hear cat-courtship
Under my bed-room window in the night,
Than this scraped cat-gut's screak. Rare dancing too!
Alas
poor Bruin! How he foots the pole,

And waddles round it with unwieldy steps

Swaying from side to side! . . The dancing master
Hath had as profitless a pupil in him

As when he would have tortured my poor toes
To minuet grace, and made them move like clock-work
In musical obedience. Bruin! Bruin!

Thou art but a clumsy biped!.. and the mob

With noisy merriment mock his heavy pace,

And laugh to see him led by the nose; . . themselves Led by the nose, embruted, and in the eye

Of Reason from their Natures purposes

As miserably perverted.

Bruin-Bear,

Now could I sonnetize thy piteous plight,

And prove how much my sympathetic heart
Even for the miseries of a beast can feel,
In fourteen lines of sensibility.

But we are told all things were made for man;
And I'll be sworn there's not a fellow here
Who would not swear 'twere hanging blasphemy
To doubt that truth. Therefore as thou wert born
Bruin! for man, and man makes nothing of thee
In
any other way,.. most logically

It follows, that thou must be born to dance;

That that great snout of thine was form'd on purpose To hold a ring; and that thy fat was given thee

Only to make pomatum !

To demur

Were heresy. And politicians say,

(Wise men who in the scale of reason give
No foolish feelings weight,) that thou art here
Far happier than thy brother bears who roam
O'er trackless snow for food; that being born
Inferiour to thy leader, unto him
Rightly belongs dominion; that the compact
Was made between ye, when thy clumsy feet
First fell into the snare, and he gave up

His right to kill, conditioning thy life

Should thenceforth be his property: . . besides,'
'Tis wholesome for thy morals to be brought
From savage climes into a civilized state,
Into the decencies of Christendom....
Bear! Bear! it passes in the Parliament
For excellent logic this! what if we say
How barbarously man abuses power,
Talk of thy baiting, it will be replied,
Thy welfare is thy owner's interest,
But wert thou baited it would injure thee,
Therefore thou art not baited. For seven years
Hear it o Heaven, and give ear o Earth!
For seven long years this precious syllogism
Hath baffled justice and humanity!