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- It was your know's the helpless victim
The Wolf, by force of truth repell’d, .
• It was your father, then, cries he,
He said, and seiz'd the helpless victim,
THE SCHOLAR AND HIS CAT.'
By Nathaniel Cotton, M.D.
In truth, your poet, were he fed
The vengeance of this law would feel,
It seem'd a Scholar and his Cat : Together join'd in social chat. .... When thus, the letter'd youth began: . ..
Of what vast consequence is man! - Lords of this nether globe we shine,
• Our tenure's held by right divine. * Here independence waves its plea, • All creatures bow the vassal knee.
Nor earth alone can bound our reign, • Our's is the empire of the main.
* True-man's a sovereign-prince—but say, • What art sustains the monarch's sway ? • Say from what source we fetch supplies ? • 'Tis here the grand inquiry lies, • Strength is not man's--for strength must suit • Best with the structure of a brute. • Nor craft, nor cunning can suffice, 15 • A fox might then dispute the prize. • To God-like Reason 'tis we owes? si?. • Our ball and sceptre here below.?:
Now your associate next explains To whom precedence appertains: • And sure 'tis easy to divine • The leaders of this royal line. sinappii! · Note that all tradesmen I attest" !! • But petty princes at the best. 2; bors
Superior excellence you'll find T?i!!! ? • In those who cultivate the mind. Di
Hence heads of colleges, you'll own, * Transcend th' assessors of a throne. 07.
• Say, Evans, have you any doubt?
With visage placid and sedate,
• We're told that none in Nature's plan : • Disputes pre-eminence with man. ( But this is still a dubious case • To me, and all our purring race. . We grant, indeed, to partial eyes, . Men may appear supremely wise.
But our sagacious rabbies hold,. . • That all which glitters is not gold. • Pray, if your haughty claims be true, • Why are our manners ap'd by you ? . Whene'er you think, all Cats agree, • You shut your optics just as we. • Pray, why like Cats so wrapt in thought, • If you by Cats were never taught ? • But, know, our tabby schools maintain • Worth is not centr'd in the brain. • Not that our sages thought despise• No—but in action virtuę lies. • We find it by experienced fact, • That thought must ripen into act; • Or Cat no real fame acquires, • But virtue in the bud expires, • This point your orchard can decide• Observe its gay autumnal pride. • For trees are held in high repute, • Not for their blossoms, but their fruit.
• If so, then Millar's page decrees
· When to your chamber you repair,
Your property employs my care. . And, while you sink in sweet repose, i • My faithful eyelids never close.. .'
When hunger prompts the mouse to steal, • Then I display my honest zeal; • True to my charge, these talons seize • The wretch, who dares purloin your cheese.. • Or, should the thief assault your bread, . I strike the audacious felon dead.
Nor say I spring at smaller game- . • My prowess slaughter'd rats proclaim. • When in your service we engage, ;' • We brave the pilfering villain's rage;
Ne'er take advantage of the night
Hence, Bookworm, learn our duty here
All wise philosophers maintain
A Beau, imported fresh from France,
• Avaunt, detested fiend of night! - Thou torture to the human sight!