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There dwells some wish in every heart,
And doubtless one in thine.
Which Fate shall brightly gild,
I wish it all fulfill'd.
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED.
I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau,
It chanced then on a winter's day,
My friends! be cautious how you treat
I fear we shall have winter yet. * It was one of the whimsical speculations of this philosopher, that all fables which ascribe reason and speech to animals, should be withheld from children, as being only vehicles of deception. Bilt what child was ever deceived by them, or can be, against the evidence of his senses !
A Finch, whose tongue knew no control,
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 An aspect stern on man's affairs, Not altogether smiled on theirs. The wind, of late breathed gently forth, Now shifted east, and east by north; Bare trees and shrubs but ill, you know, Could shelter them from rain or snow; Stepping into their nests, they paddled, Themselves were chill'd, their eggs were addled ; Soon every father bird and mother Grew quarrelsome, and peck'd each other, Parted without the least regret, Except that they had ever met, And learn'd in future to be wiser Than to neglect a good adviser.
Misses ! the tale that I relate
This lesson seems to carry
Choose not alone a proper mate,
But proper time to marry.
THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY.
The noon was shady, and soft airs
Swept Ouse's silent tide,
I wander'd on his side.
And high in pedigree, (Two nymphs * adorn’d with every grace
That spaniel found for me,)
Now starting into sight,
With scarce a slower flight.
His lilies newly blown;
And one I wish'd my own.
To steer it close to land ;
Escaped my eager hand.
With fix'd considerate face,
To comprehend the case.
Dispersing all his dream,
The windings of the stream.
* Sir Robert Gunning's daughters.
The floating wreath again discern'd,
And plunging left the shore.
Impatient swim to meet
The treasure at my feet.
Shall hear of this thy deed :
Of man's superior breed;
Awake at duty's call,
To Him who gives me all.
IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE HALIBUT, ON WHICH I DINED THIS DAY, MONDAY, APRIL 26, 1784. Where hast thou floated, in what seas pursued Thy pastime ? When wast thou an egg new spawn'd, Lost in the immensity of ocean's waste ? Roar as they might, the overbearing winds That rock'd the deep, thy cradle, thou wast safeAnd in thy minikin and embryo state, Attach'd to the firm leaf of some salt weed, Didst outlive tempests, such as wrung and rack'd The joints of many a stout and gallant bark, And whelm’d them in the unexplored abyss. Indebted to no magnet and no chart, Nor under guidance of the polar fire, Thou wast a voyager on many coasts, Grazing at large in meadows submarine, Where flat Batavia just emerging peeps Above the brine,—where Caledonia's rocks Beat back the surge,--and where Hibernia shoots Her wondrous Causeway far into the main. -Wherever thou hast fed, though little thought'st,
And I not more, that I should feed on thee.
ADDRESSED TO LADY II ESKETH.
With ribbon-bound tassel on high,
Ambitious of brushing the sky;
She gave it, and gave me beside,
The ribbon with which it is tied.
Contrived both for toil and repose,
In which I both scribble and doze,
And rival in lustre of that
Fair Cassiopeïa sat :
Caledonia's traffic and pride,
Escaped from a cross-country ride!
Secure from collision and dust,
And periwig nicely adjust :