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cage, and, with a sigh, imasimet .1A Takes one fond look, and lets him fly.
Now Mag, once more with freedom bless'd,
The Gard'ner now with busy caresincetat !!!
ha Yet spite of all his toil and pain,
A The hungry birds devour the grain. bili
A curious net he does prepare, dove si And lightly spreads the wily snare; The feather'd plunderers come in view, 91 And Mag, soon joins the thievish crew. The watchful Gard'ner now stands by, it With nimble hand and wary eye; want 41 The birds begin their stolen repast, taniese The flying net secures them fast, sest ax
The vengeful clown, now fill'd with ire, med Does to a neighb'ring shed retire, onda bu And, having first secur'd the doorsaaks ik va And windows, next the net explores. ieri
Now, in revenge for plunder'd seed, vile Each felon he resolves shall bleed, Then twists their little necks around, ya And casts them breathless on the ground. do .
Mag, who with man was us’d to herd, vol Knew something more than common bird; T He, therefore, watch'd with anxious care, in a And slipp'd himself from out the snare,
Then, perch'd on nail remote from ground i Observes how deaths are dealt around. Oh! how he nicks us, Maggy cries: Th' astonish'd Gard'ner lifts his eyes, With fault'ring voice and panting breath Exclaims, 'Who's there?'-All's still as death. His murd'rous work he does resume, And casts his eye around the room With caution, and at length does spy The Magpie perch'd on nail so high! The wond'ring clown, from what he heard, Believes him something more than bird, With fear impress’d does now retreat Towards the door with trembling feet; Then says- Thy name I do implore :' The ready bird replies—Tom Moore. • Dear me!' the fright'n'd clown replies, With hair erect and staring eyes; . Half opening then the hovel door, He asks the bird one question more:
What brought you here?'-With quick reply The Mag rejoins--Bad Company.
Out jumps the Gard'ner in a fright,
The wond'rous tale a Bencher hears,
In Temple Hall now hung on high,
To young and old the lesson be,
THE LOOKING-GLASS AND THE ORANGE-TREE.
In an apartment where expence
Across the room a flood of light. · High on a stand of sattin wood
An Orange-tree obliquely stood,
By my kind influence behold
· Thy mind with grateful rapture raise,
Nought can thy judgment more misguide • Than pride,' the Orange-tree replied ; * But for that passion, thou would'st know * I nothing to thy influence owe; * All the perfections which you name, * From yonder glorious orb I claim, • The same whose partial beams I see • Shine with such radiance on thee, . And but for whose imparting light, • Thou had'st remain'd as dark as night. . Then scorn not the advice I give,• With gratitude those beams receive; • But think not any merit thine, · Who only by reflection shine.'
If to thy happy lot ’tis given
Let me, my Friend, a Fable quote,
In Grecian Æsop's goodly page,
A roguish Shepherd's Boy, we're told,
One day the Wolf indeed appears,