THE HARE AND MANY FRIENDS. W E fhall conclude the number of fables we have taken from Gay with one equal, if not fuperior, to of the kind that have come from his pen. It opens great opportunities for the reader of tafte to display his powers. any FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name, The child whom many fathers fhare, A Hare, who in a civil way, And ev'ry creature was her friend. As forth fhe went, at early dawn, To taste the dew-befprinkled lawn; Let there be a good deal of fear and apprehenfion depicted in your looks, in reading the following defcription of the fituation of the hare. Behind the hears the hunter's cries, And from the deep-mouth'd thunder flies. She She ftarts, the ftops, the pants for breath, What tranfport in her bofom grew, She next the stately bull implor'd, And thus replied the mighty lord: "Since ev'ry beast alive can tell "That I fincerely with you well, "I may, without offence, pretend "To take the freedom of a friend. "Love calls me hence; a fav'rité cow Expects me near yon barley-mow; "And when a lady's in the cafe, "You know all other things give place. "To leave you'thus, may seem unkind; "But fee, the goat is just behind.” The goat remark'd her pulfe was high, Her languid head, her heavy eye; My "My back," fays he, " may do you harm; She now the trotting calf addrefs'd,, "For, fee, the hounds are juft in view. We fhall now give a few of those compofitions addressed! to the female fex, written by Mr. Moore. They pos- with fentiOf course,. fefs a peculiar ease and flow of diction, ments naturally pleafing and unaffected. your mode of reading them ought to be in unifon with. thefe qualities. Let your voice poffefs the fame flow-ing eafy tone, of utterance we recommended in the: perufal of those of Gay; and were we asked to point out any difference, we should fay, that if you blend more more elegance in your expreffion and manner in reading Moore's than the others, we think you would keep nearer to the meaning and intended effect of the Author. Fancy yourself, when perufing them, as difcourfing with a lady, fo that your whole look, action, and demeanour ought to be thofe of a gentleman. THE PANTHER, THE HORSE, AND OTHER BEASTS. THE man who feeks to win the fair A rudeness which the cannot bear.. How wretched, Chloe, then am I, Who love you, and yet cannot lie! Trust me, my dear, with greater eafe, And And fimiles in each dull line, Like glow-worms in the dark, fhould fhine. The freshness of the op'ning rofe? your cheeks are beds of flow'rs, The butterfly of various hue, More than the flow'r, resembles you; To die and ne'er be thought of more. Would you the bloom of youth should saft? 'Tis virtue that must bind it fast; An eafy carriage, wholly free From four referve or levity; Good-natur'd mirth, an open heart, And looks unskill'd in any art; Humility enough to own The frailties which a friend makes known, And decent pride enough to know The worth that virtue can bestow. Thefe are the charms which ne'er decay, |