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On a soft velvet cushion feated,
And by all three moit kindly created :
Whence, growing insolent and proud,
He growld fo fierce, and bark'd so loud,
That not another dog or cat
About the house, dar'd smell a rat,
Or set a foot into the parlour,
For fear of this eternal snarler;
Who, like a greedy, envious elf,
Lov'd no one creature but himself.

Rough Bruin, but as yet a cub
Unlick'd, and yet unwean'd from bub
Was boarded with a neighbouring vicar,
And nurtur'd with his fav'rite liquor.
Hence, growing sturdy and mischievous,
He oft committed outrage grievous;
Made a cat's paw of Tom's, the mouser,
And plagu'd to death poor harmless Touzer ;
Drown'd old Grimalkin, and in ire,
Threw playful kittens in the fire.
For, out of wantonness or spite,
In mischief lay his sole delight;
Tho' some excuse him, and will say,
That what he did was but in play,
The maggots of a dancing bear,
To make the people hoot and ftare ;
As if dame Nature form'd one half
The world, to make the other laugh.
At length, however, most unruly,
He fell upon his keeper, truly !
And, when corrected, threw him down,
And trampled on the parson's gown;
Made e’en a kennel of the church,
And left his feeders in the lurch,
Meanwhile, as strolling up and down,
The sport and terror of the town,
His brother brutes he chanc'd to fee,
That lodg'd in the menagerie.
Here the first scene that caught his eye,
Was a broad stage, erected high ;,
On which a set of mimic apes
Play'd monkey-tricks in various shapes;
Grinn'd, cbatter'd, laugh’d, and made such faces,
That Bruin, piqu'd at their grimaces, ,
Scrambled aloft, resolv'd to rout 'em, .linis
And with his bear's paws laid about him ;
Hugging each monkey-dog and bitch,
As loving Satan hugg'd the witch i

Or, when no business of the nation
Sets her warm blood in fermentation,
As keen she flies at lower game,
A poct's or a painter's fame :
Alike she raves, alike she bounces,
About pink furbelows and flounces ;
In every cause fincere and hearty,
Her name, as well as nature, Party,

Now ancient maids, and barren wives,
Who lead unprofitable lives,
Full often keep the devil rout 'em)
A pack of animals about 'em;
Dogs, cats, or monkies, substitutes
For children, oft less natural brutes.
Thus did our jarring fifters three,
Keep a well-stock'd menagerie ;
Whíther each quadruped and biped
By gentle treatment was invited ;
Or bird or beaft, or fair or frightful,
For the more ftrange, the more delightful.
Accordingly in numbers camez
Domestic, foreign, wild and tame ;
From Stade and Norway, noble rats;
From Italy, fine warbling cats;
Taught by Marcel himself to dance,
A troop of apes skipp'd o'er from France ;
From Turkey, tutord in the east,
An Irish renegado beaft,"
That like a Bornean ape could swing,
Or trot upon an iron string.
Next from St. Omer's learned college,

There came a prodigy of knowledge;
A Chien Svavant, or dog of parts,
At least a bachelor of arts;
That knew the Greek and Latin better
Than all th' academy de Belles Lettres.
But more than all, a dancing bear,
And fav'rite pug, engag'd their care.
The latter, as a dog of merit;":
Was cherish'd for his former spirit;
For he, though now much past his prime,
Had been an odd dog in his time ;
Would fetch and carry, leap o'er fticks,

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Him had our ladies long preferr'd still in
To be their doughty body-guard. : ,
Hence in the parlour was he plac'd,
And with a silver collar grac'd;

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On a soft velvet cushion feated,
And by all three moít kindly treated :
Whence, growing infolent and proud,
He growl'd fo fierce, and bark d fo loud,
That not another dog or cat
About the house, dar'd smell a rat,
Or set a foot into the parlour,
For fear of this eternal snarler;
Who, like a greedy, envious elf,
Lov'd no one creature but himself.

Rough Bruin, but as yet a cub
Unlick’d, and yet unwean'd from bub
Was boarded with a neighbouring vicar,
And nurtur'd with his fay’rite liquor.
Hence, growing sturdy and mischievous,
He oft committed outrage grievous;
Made a cat's paw of Tom's, the mouser,
And plagu'd to death poor harmless Touzer ;
Drown'd old Grimalkin, and in ire,
Threw playful kittens in the fire.
For, out of wantonness or spite,
In mischief lay his fole delight;
Tho' some excufe him, and will say,
That what he did was but in play,
The maggots of a dancing bear,
To make the people hoot and ftare ;
As if dame Nature form'd one half
The world, to make the other laugh.
At length, however, most unruly,
He fell upon his keeper, truly!
And, when corrected, threw him down,
And trampled on the parson's gown;
Made e’en a kennel of the church,
And left his feeders in the lurch,
Meanwhile, as trolling up and down,
The sport and terror of the town,
His brother brutes he chanc'd to see,
That lodg'd in the menagerie.
Here the first scene that caught his eye,
Was a broad stage, erected high;
On which a set of mimic apes
Play'd monkey-tricks in various shapes;
Grinn'd, chatter'd, laugh'd, and made such faces,
That Bruin, piqu'd at their grimaces, :,
Scrambled aloft, refolv'd to rout 'em, 0410
And with his bear's paws laid about him ; .
Hugging cach monkey-dog and bitch,
As loving Satan hugg'd the witch si

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he went;

While the poor devils fcream aloud,
The jest and pity of the crowd.
Next, in a neighbouring charnel vault,
He smok'd a pack of hounds at fault,
By some spay'd bitch's nose mifled,
To snuffle there among the dead,
In search of Fanny's knocking ghost,
Of whom the scent in stink was lost,
But Bruin never wanted scent
After whatever

game
But smelt her out, and, to be doing,
Fell foul upon a brother Bruiny
Pomposo fam'd, as rude a bear,
As e’er was fhewn in Southwark fair;
Ill-favour'd, clumsy, and uncouth,
The verieft monster of the booth.
His waters Bruin closely watch'd ;
When hurt, Pompofo, over-match’d,
And fairly worsted in the fray,
Growl'd, and turn’d tail, and Alunk away.

Flush'd with success, and fond of fame,
Now Bruin ran at higher game ;
Nay some (tho' these we don't rely on)
Pretend he dar'd to attack the lion.
But brutes, as well as men, 'tis known,
Pay a due deference to the throne.
Certain it is, he made fine sport
Of th' o'ergrown jackalls of the court,
And caus’d the rest to quake for fear
Around the country far and near.
His triumphs envious Pug had seen,
And, half devour'd with spight and spleen,
Another quadruped to fee,
More fear'd and mischievous than he;
Resolv'd to affail this mighty beaft,
Or give himself such airs, at least,
That folks might think he did not fear him,
So growl?d whenever he came near him,
His mistress Party, hence mistaken,
Till much too late to save his bacon,
Unequal match ! her fav'rite's rain!
Slipt poor presumptuous Pug at Bruin;
Unknowing that, tho' bark

he might,
His toothless gums no more could bite.
But roughly-gentle Bruín seiz'd,
And softly firft old Puggy squeez'd;
Who, thinking all the mischief done
His foe could do, kept barking on.

When

When Phoebus had his noon attain'd,
And in his blaze of glory reign'd,
A Fly, as gay as e'er was seen,
Clad o'er in azure, jet, and green,
Gay, for his part, as birth-day beau,
Whose soul is vanish'd into show;
On Paul's fam'd temple chanc'd to light
To ease his long laborious flight,
There, as his optics gaz'd around,
(An inch or two their utmost bound)
He thus began : “Men vainly tell
« How they in works of skill excell ;
“ This edifice they proudly lhow,
To prove what human art can do :
“ 'Tis all a cheat-before my eyes
“ What infinite disorders rise !
“ Here hideous cavities

appear,
" And broken precipices there :
They never us’d the plane or line,
“ But jumbled heaps without design.
He ceas'd, contemptuous—and, as flies
Discern with microscopic eyes,
From what he saw, he reason'd right :
But, how inadequate his fight!
To mark the building from its base,
The pillar'd pomp, the sculptur'd grace,
The domę, the cross, the golden ball,
Much less the grand result of all !

So impious wits, with proud disdain,
Redemption's hidden ways arraign :
Deem it beneath a Being wise :
And, judging with their insect eyes,
View but a part, and then deny
Th' eternal wisdom of the sky!

But, can thy ken, presumptuous man,
Unfold this deep, and wond'rous plan!.
As well might infect organs see
Th' harmonious structures rais'd by thee,
As thine imperfect tube explore,
This wife and gracious fyftem o'er.
« For, in the grace that rescu'd mang:

God's brightest form of glory shiness « Here on the cross 'tis faireit drawn ..

“ In precious blood, and crimson lines “ Here his whole name appears complete :

“ Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove " Which of the letters beft is writ,

“ The Power, the WISDOM, or the Love,"

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