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THE FAITHFUL FRIEND.
THE green-houfe is my fummer feat;
Two goldfinches, whofe fprightly fong
They fang, as blithe as finches fing
Strangers to liberty, 'tis true,
But nature works in ev'ry breast;
A pafs between his wires.
The open windows feem'd to invite The freeman to a farewell fight; But Tom was still confin'd; And Dick, although his way was clear, Was much too gen'rous and fincere To leave his friend behind.
For, fettling on his grated roof,
Nor would forfake his cage at laft,
Oh ye, who never knew the joys
Blush, when I tell you how a bird,
PARING TIME ANTICIPATED.
I SHALL not afk Jean Jacques Rousseau *.
"Tis clear that they were always able
And ev❜n the child, who knows no better,
A ftory of a cock and bull,
Must have a moft uncommon fkull.
It chanc'd then, on a winter's day, But warm and bright, and calm as May, The birds, conceiving a defign
To foreftal fweet St Valentine,
In many an orchard, copfe, and grove,
And with much twitter, and much chatter,
* It was one of the whimsical fpeculations of this philofopher, that all fables which ascribe reason and speech to animals fhould be withheld from children, as being only vehicles of deception. But what child was ever deceived by them, o can be, against the evidence of his fenfes ?
At length a Bulfinch, who could boaft
My friends! be cautious how ye treat
I fear we fhall have winter yet.
A finch, whofe tongue knew no controul,
By his good-will would keep us fingle,
Till death exterminate us all.
My dear Dick Redcap, what fay you?
Dick heard, and tweedling, ogling, bridling, Turning fhort round, ftrutting and fideling, Attefted, glad, his approbation Of an immediate conjugation.
Their fentiments fo well exprefs'd,
All pair'd, and each pair built a neft.
But though the birds were thus in haste,
An aspect ftern on man's affairs,
Grew quarrelfome, and peck'd each other,
Parted without the least regret,
Except that they had ever met,
Miffes! the tale that I relate
This leffon feems to carry
Choose not alone a proper mate,