Shock perform'd a pas seul with immortal eclat; Just then a mix'd din that out-roar'd that of Babel, Announc'd that the Supper was plac'd upon table: The Turn-spit, lest such an occasion should lapse, Had acted as Cook, with an eye to the scraps. But a royal Pavilion of state had been rear'd By the architect Beaver, and in it appear'd, Prepar'd by the Jackall, a separate treat For the Lion, and those of his majesty's suite: There Pidcock, alas! unless Chronicles fable, Like an Ox roasted whole was the prime dish at table; * Now Hell's triple-headed Molossus he feeds, Nor attempt to unravel the black bill of fare.— The Cat was content for that night with small fowl, Though she envied the barbecued mouse of the Owl; Not so the gaunt Wolf, who beginning to put on * Vide The Peacock at Home. But muffled and clogg'd with the trappings they bore, The rogues could do little but rumble and roar. A few graver animals blam'd this proceeding, As a breach of morality, faith, and good breeding; And from all that was done, and from all that was said, Collected this caution from Pug's Masquerade MORAL. They who herd with rough Brutes, must their rough. ness endure, "La raison du plus fort est toujours la meilleure.” THE ANT AND THE CRICKET; FROM LA FONTAINE; ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND. Nuit et jour à tous venants Je chantois, ne vous deplaise. Vous chantiez? j'en suis fort aise, Allez, dansez maintenant. WHO claims a Patron, must produce Or feel his nose put out of joint. La Fontaine puts a case in point. A Cricket all the summer long, Like me, had chirp'd an idle song; And found himself in desperate plight When Autumn's blasts began to bite : Not even a gnat's pinion left. His next door neighbour was an Ant: Of her he begs, for very want, A short supply, till fairer weather, This Ant had one, and but one fault, By some indeed a virtue thought, She was-and that past all amending- And "Pray," quoth she, "my worthy sir, What plea for aid can you prefer? "Faith I did nothing else but sing; |