DEATH, on a solemn night of state, The' attendants of his gloomy reign, Crowd the vast court. With hollow tone All, at the word, stretch'd forth their hand. "I to the weekly bills appeal, Let those express my fervent zeal; On every slight occasion near, Next Gout appears with limping pace, And every joint and sinew plies ; A haggard Spectre from the crew Stone urged his ever-growing force; By long attack, secure, though slow." Who thinn'd a nation in an hour. All spoke their claim, and hoped the wand. Now expectation hush'd the band, When thus the monarch from the throne: What, no Physician speak his right! Let then Intemperance take the wand, all." THE GARDENER AND THE HOG. A GARDENER of peculiar taste As on a time the loving pair FABLE XLVIII. On turnips feast whene'er you please, Or the red carrot's sweet invite, The Hog by chance one morning roam'd Where with new ale the vessels foam'd: He munches now the steaming grains, Now with full sw.ll the liquor drains. He reels, he rolls his winking eyes; Then staggering through the garden scours, The Hog with stuttering speech returns: At this the Gardener's passion grows; From oaths and threats he fell to blows: |