IN beauty, faults conspicuous grow; His state and dignity assumes, We Turkeys have the whiter skin.” From tongue to tongue they caught abuse, Then what a horrid squalling throat! E'en owls are frighted at the note.” "True: those are faults," the Peacock cries, Each blemish strikes an envious mind." (1) Jealousy has been well defined to be the art by which we punish ourselves for being inferior to another. Thus in assemblies have I seen A nymph, of brightest charms and mien, And buzzing scandal fills the place.1 (1) The moral here is applied to one species of envy alone, that of beauty, but the fable may be referred to every kind of it equally. Scandal is like a snail, which crawls over the loveliest fruit, and feeds on that which its own venom has first made foul! If matches are not better made, She'll have her will, or have her fits. Is my If they like cat and dog agree, Go rail at Plutus, not at me." Plutus appear'd, and said, ""Tis true, (1) "When souls that should agree to will the same, |