You think, no doubt, he fits and mufes
On future broken bones and bruifes,

If he should chance to fall;
No not a fingle thought like that
Employs his philofophic pate,
Or troubles it at all.

He fees that this great roundabout
The world, with all its motley rout,
Church, army, phyfic, law,

Its customs and its bufineffes,
Are no concern at all of his,

And says—what fays he? Caw.

Thrice happy bird! I too have seen
Much of the vanities of men ;

And, fick of having feen 'em,
Would cheerfully thefe limbs refign
For fuch a pair of wings as thine,
And fuch a head between 'em.

ITTLE inmate, full of mirth,
Chirping on my kitchen hearth,
Wherefoe'er be thine abode,

Always harbinger of good,

Pay me for thy warm retreat

With a fong more foft and sweet;
In return thou fhalt receive

Such a strain as I can give.

Thus thy praise fhall be exprefs'd,
Inoffenfive, welcome guest!
While the rat is on the scout,
And the mouse with curious fnout,
With what vermin else infest
Every dish, and spoil the best;
Frifking thus before the fire,
Thou haft all thine heart's defire.

Though in voice and shape they be
Form'd as if akin to thee,
Thou furpaffeft, happier far,
Happiest grasshoppers that are;
Theirs is but a fummer's fong,
Thine endures the winter long,
Unimpair'd, and fhrill, and clear,
Melody throughout the year.

Neither night nor dawn of day
Puts a period to thy play:
Sing, then-and extend thy span
Far beyond the date of man.

Wretched man, whose

In repining difcontent,

years are spent

Lives not, aged though he be,
Half a span, compared with thee.

N painted plumes fuperbly drefs'd,
A native of the gorgeous east,
By many a billow tofs'd;

Poll gains at length the British fhore,
Part of the captain's precious store,
A present to his toast.

Belinda's maids are foon preferr'd,
To teach him now and then a word,
As Poll can mafter it;

But 'tis her own important charge,
To qualify him more at large,
And make him quite a wit.

"Sweet Poll!" his doting mistress cries, "Sweet Poll!" the mimic bird replies, And calls aloud for fack.

She next instructs him in the kiss; 'Tis now a little one, like Mifs, And now a hearty smack.

At first he aims at what he hears;
And, listening close with both his ears,

Juft catches at the found;

But foon articulates aloud,

Much to the amusement of the crowd,

And stuns the neighbours round.

A querulous old woman's voice
His humorous talent next employs,
He fcolds, and gives the lie.
And now he fings, and now is fick,
Here, Sally, Sufan, come, come quick,
Poor Poll is like to die!

Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare

To meet with such a well match'd pair,
The language and the tone,

Each character in every part

Suftain'd with so much grace and art,
And both in unifon.

When children firft begin to fpell,

And ftammer out a syllable,

We think them tedious creatures;

But difficulties foon abate,

When birds are to be taught to prate,
And women are the teachers.

TRANSLATION OF PRIOR'S CHLOE

AND EUPHELIA.

ERCATOR, vigiles oculos ut fallere poffit,

Nomine fub ficto trans mare mittit opes; Lenè fonat liquidumque meis Euphelia chordis, Sed folam exoptant te, mea vota, Chlöe.

Ad fpeculum ornabat nitidos Euphelia crines,
Cum dixit mea lux, heus, cane, fume lyram.
Namque lyram juxta pofitam cum carmine vidit,
Suave quidem carmen dulcifonamque lyram.
Fila lyræ vocemque paro, fufpiria furgunt,
Et mifcent numeris murmura mæsta meis,
Dumque tuæ memoro laudes, Euphelia, formæ,
Tota anima intereà pendet ab ore Chlöes.

Subrubet illa pudore, et contrahit altera frontem,
Me torquet mea mens confcia, psallo, tremo;
Atque Cupidineâ dixit Dea cincta coronâ,

Heu! fallendi artem quam didicere parum.

INSCRIPTION FOR THE TOMB OF

MR. HAMILTON.

AUSE here, and think: a monitory
rhyme

Demands one moment of thy fleeting

time.

;

Confult life's filent clock, thy bounding vein Seems it to say "Health here has long to reign?" Haft thou the vigour of thy youth? an eye That beams delight? a heart untaught to figh? Yet fear. Youth, ofttimes healthful and at ease, Anticipates a day it never fees;

And many a tomb, like Hamilton's, aloud

"

Exclaims Prepare thee for an early shroud."