The bird, obedient, from heaven's height,1 To hear the mandates of his king. To yon sour Dog I first appeal." "Hard is my lot," the Hound replies, "On what fleet nerves the Greyhound flies; While I, with weary step and slow, O'er plains, and vales, and mountains go. The morning sees my chase begun, Nor ends it till the setting sun." "When," says the Greyhound, "I pursue, My game is lost, or caught in view; Each blamed the partial hand of Fate. (1) This is a bad line, and forms an exception to Gay's usual accuracy. (1) The Bird of Heaven' then cried aloud, And proud ambition, of mankind."2 "Jovis ales."-VIRGIL. (2) Perfect good being unattainable, each man's position would be rendered pleasant, or at least tolerable to him, were he to consider, (which he does not,) the infelicities, rather than the apparent enjoyments, of another. The rich envies the poor man's healthy relish of food, let him set against it the latter's constrained self-denial: the pauper craves wealth, instead of contemplating the cares it brings with it. There is a crook in each lot, a sore place in every man's heart; God hath set one thing against the other in all conditions, so that the hardest fate has never yet been found. Were there a window in every one's breast, how often would clouds appear in the lot we consider brightest! how few beggars would then be content to exchange their condition with the wealthiest, without a pause! "Sorte tuâ contentus abi," is a panacea for most ills. THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM. AGAINST an elm a sheep was tied, "All cowards should be served like you. Your quarter'd sires, your bleeding dams, "I grant," an ancient Ram replies, Yet think us not of soul so tame, Because we want thy tusks to kill. 1 The two chief plagues that waste mankind. It wakes their slumbering sons to war; (1) 'Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils."-MILTON. (2) Patient forbearance under injury is a distinctive trait of true humility, and, it may be said, of wisdom also; since if we leave tyranny to work its way, the end shows that its greatest victim will be itself. Man is not so fearful in his cruelty to the brutes, as he is in his animosity to his fellow, and greater curses have never befallen the world, than litigious strife, under the plea of justice, and war and rapine under the name of glory. Can any intellect comprehend the vast amount of cruelty, lust, and malice, let loose in a campaign, or of injustice, perjury, and fraud, tied up in a piece of red tape? (1) THE wind was high, the window shakes, "At midnight thus th' Usurer steals untrack'd To make a visit to his hoarded gold, And feast his eyes upon the shining mammon."-OTWAY. ་ |