Part 37 (2/2)

His legs proved better than his head, And saved him life to learn his trade.

The Ears of the Hare

Some beast with horns did gore The Lion; and that sovereign dread, Resolved to suffer so no more, Straight banish'd from his realm, 'tis said, All sorts of beasts with horns-- Rams, bulls, goats, stags, and unicorns.

Such brutes all promptly fled.

A Hare, the shadow of his ears perceiving, Could hardly help believing That some vile spy for horns would take them, And food for accusation make them.

”Adieu,” said he, ”my neighbour cricket; I take my foreign ticket.

My ears, should I stay here, Will turn to horns, I fear; And were they shorter than a bird's, I fear the effect of words.”

”These horns!” the cricket answered; ”why, G.o.d made them ears who can deny?”

”Yes,” said the coward, ”still they'll make them horns, And horns, perhaps, of unicorns!

In vain shall I protest, With all the learning of the schools: My reasons they will send to rest In th' Hospital of Fools.”

The a.s.s Carrying Relics

An a.s.s, with relics for his load, Supposed the wors.h.i.+p on the road Meant for himself alone, And took on lofty airs, Receiving as his own The incense and the prayers.

Some one, who saw his great mistake, Cried, ”Master Donkey, do not make Yourself so big a fool.

Not you they wors.h.i.+p, but your pack; They praise the idols on your back, And count yourself a paltry tool.”

_'Tis thus a brainless magistrate Is honoured for his robe of state._

The Two Mules

Two Mules were bearing on their backs, One, oats; the other, silver of the tax.

The latter glorying in his load, March'd proudly forward on the road; And, from the jingle of his bell, 'Twas plain he liked his burden well.

But in a wild-wood glen A band of robber men Rush'd forth upon the twain.

Well with the silver pleased, They by the bridle seized The treasure Mule so vain.

Poor Mule! in struggling to repel His ruthless foes, he fell Stabb'd through; and with a bitter sighing, He cried: ”Is this the lot they promised me?

My humble friend from danger free, While, weltering in my gore, I'm dying?”

”My friend,” his fellow-mule replied, ”It is not well to have one's work too high.

If thou hadst been a miller's drudge, as I, Thou wouldst not thus have died.”

The Lion and the Gnat

”Go, paltry insect, nature's meanest brat!”

Thus said the royal Lion to the Gnat.

The Gnat declared immediate war.

”Think you,” said he, ”your royal name To me worth caring for?

Think you I tremble at your power or fame?

The ox is bigger far than you; Yet him I drive, and all his crew.”

This said, as one that did no fear owe, Himself he blew the battle charge, Himself both trumpeter and hero.

At first he play'd about at large, Then on the Lion's neck, at leisure, settled, And there the royal beast full sorely nettled.

With foaming mouth, and flas.h.i.+ng eye, He roars. All creatures hide or fly-- Such mortal terror at The work of one poor Gnat!

With constant change of his attack, The snout now stinging, now the back, And now the chambers of the nose; The pigmy fly no mercy shows.

The Lion's rage was at its height; His viewless foe now laugh'd outright, When on his battle-ground he saw, That every savage tooth and claw Had got its proper beauty By doing b.l.o.o.d.y duty; Himself, the hapless Lion tore his hide, And lash'd with sounding tail from side to side.

Ah! bootless blow, and bite, and curse!

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