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Must be decided by the worth
THE FAITHFUL FTUEND.
The green-house is my summer seat;
Enjoy'd the open air;;:
Liv'd happy pris'ners there. .; . .,
They fang, as blithe as finches sing
And frolic where they list;
And, therefore, never miss'd.
But nature wOrks in ev'ry breast;
And Dick felt some desires,
Which, after many an effort vain,
The open windows seem'd to invite
But Tom was still confin'd; And Dick, although his way was clear, Was much too gen'rous and sincere
To leave his friend behind.
For, fettling on his grated rooft
He chirp'd and kissed him, giving proof
That he desir'd no more; Nor would forsake his cage at last, 'Till gently sciz'd, I shut him fast,
A pris'ner as before.
Oh ye, who never knew the joys
Blush, when I tell you how a bird,
A prison, with a friend, preferr'd
To liberty without.
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED.
I Shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau*,
* It was one of the whimsical speculations of this philosopher, that all fab'.cs which ascribe reason and speech to animals should be withheld from children, at being only vehicles of deception. But what child was ever deceived by them, or can be, against the evidence of bis fenses}
It chanc'd then, on a winter's day,
My friends! be cautious how ye treat
A Finch, whose tongue knew no control, With golden wing and satin pole,