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Within that cavity aloft
Their roofless home they fix'd,... Form'd with materials neat and soft,
Bents, wool, and feathers mix'd.
Four iv'ry eggs soon paved it's floor,
With russet specks bedightThe vessel weighs, forsakes the shore,
And lessens to the sight. . .
The mother-bird is gone to sea,
As she had chang'd her kind; But goes the male ? Far wiser he
Is doubtless left behind ?
No-soon as from ashore he saw
The winged mansion move,, He flew to reach it by a law rises,
Of never-failing love. 1993
Then perching at his consort's side,
Was briskly born along,
And cheer'd her with a song.
The seaman with sincere delight
His feather'd shipmates eyes, Scarce less exulting in the sight
Than when he tows a prize.
For seamen much delight in signs,
And, from a chance so new, ;
And may his hopes be true! :
Hail, honour'd land! a desert where
Not even birds can hide,
Whom nothing could divide.
And, ye, who, rather than resign
Your matrimonial plan,
In company with Man;
For whose lean country much disdain
We English often shew,
But wantonness and woe; .
Be it your fortune, year by year,
The same resource to prove,
Instruct us how to love!
This tale is founded on an article of intelligence which the Author found in the Buckinghamshire Herald, for Saturday, June 1, 1793, in the following words : .
Glasgow, May 23: “ In a block, or pulley, near the head of a mast of a gabert, now lying at the Broomielaw, there is a chaffinch's nest and four eggs. The nest was built while the vessel lay at Greenock, and was follow'd hither by both birds. Though the block is occasionally lowered for the inspection of the curious, the birds have not forsaken the nest. The cock however visits the nest but seldom, while the hen never leaves it, but when she descends to the hull for food.
THE MAHOMETANS AND THE HOG,
By William Cowper.
Taus says the prophet of the Turk,
Such Mahomet’s mysterious charge,
By some 'tis confidently said
You laugh—'tis well—The tale applied
Revil'd and lov’d, renounc'd and follow'd, Thus, bit by bit, the world is swallow'd; . Each thinks his neighbour makes too free, Yet likes a slice as well as he: With sophistry their sauce they sweeten, 'Till quite from tail to snout 'tis eaten.
FABLE XLIX. :
REASONING at ev'ry step he treads,
Man yet mistakes his way, While meaner things, whom instinct leads,
Are rarely known to stray.
One silent eve' I wander'd late,
And heard the voice of love,
Our mutual bond of faith and truth
• No time shall disengage, “Those blessings of our early youth
Shall cheer our latest age:
• While innocence without disguise,
* And constancy sincere, Shall fill the circles of those eyes,
And mine can read them there ;
• Those ills that wait on all below,
• Shall ne'er be felt by me, Or gently felt, and only so, • As being shar'd with thee.