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Blush, when I tell you how a bird,
To liberty without
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED.
I SHALL not afk Jean Jacques Rousseau*,
* It was one of the whimsical speculations of this philosopher, that all fab!cs which ascribe reason and speech to animals thould be withheld from children, as being only vehicles of deception. But what child was ever deceived by them, or can be, against the evidence of his senses?
It chanc'd then, on a winter's day, :...
My friends! be cautious how ye treat
A Finch, whose tongue knew no control,
A last year's bird, who ne'er had tried
Methinks the gentleman, quoth she;
Dick heard, and tweedling, ogling, bridling,
But though the birds were thus in haste, The leaves came on not quite so fast,
And destiny, that sometimes bears
This leffon seems to carryChoose not alone a proper mate,
But proper time to marry,
THE NEEDLESS ALAR M.
There is a field through which I often pass, Thick overspread with moss and filky grass, Adjoining close to Kilwick’s echoing wood, Where oft the bitch-fox hides her hapless brood, Reserv'd to solace many a neighb’ring 'squire, That he may follow them through brake and briar, Contusion hazarding of neck or spine, Which rural gentlemen call sport divine. A narrow brook, by rushy banks conceald, Runs in a bottom, and divides the field; Oaks intersperse it, that had once a head, But now wear crests of oven-wood instead; And where the land Nopes to its wat’ry bourn, Wide yawns a gulph beside a ragged thorn;