“Oh!” then, with a sigh, Midst the sound, What d’ye buy!” Said the steak to the chop with emotion, “A long or short six, In some save-all to fix, Will at last be our doom, I’ve a notion!” ―――― SAID A FOX TO A GOOSE. Said a fox to a goose, (From a farm-house let loose) And chanced to be pluming a feather, “Dear goose, how d’ye do? ’Tis strange, and yet true, That you and I meet here together! Said the goose (with a stare), “Mr. Fox, are you there? And to see you indeed is a pleasure! In truth I must say, That your visit to-day, Is really _delight_ beyond measure!” Says the fox, “Then, we’ll walk, And like friends so dear talk, And never was seen finer weather.” Says the goose, “Gander Grange Has forbade me to range Or else we would travel together. Said the fox, “Let him be, Take an airing with me, And hear both the goldfinch and linnet! On the _love_ of a _friend_, You can, goosy, _depend_, And”――snapt off her head in a minute. ――――:o:―――― SONG. (_By a Person of Quality. Written in the year 1733._) Fluttering spread thy purple pinions, Gentle Cupid, o’er my heart: I, a slave in thy dominions; Nature must give way to art. Mild _Arcadians_, ever blooming, Nightly nodding o’er your flocks, See my weary days consuming, All beneath yon flowery rocks. Thus the _Cyprian_ goddess weeping, Mourn’d _Adonis_, darling youth; Him the boar, in silence creeping, Gored with unrelenting tooth. _Cynthia_, tune harmonious numbers; Fair _Discretion_, string the lyre; Soothe my ever-waking slumbers: Bright _Apollo_, lend thy choir. Gloomy _Pluto_, king of terrors, Arm’d in adamantine chains, Lead me to the crystal mirrors, Watering soft Elysian plains. Mournful cypress, verdant willow, Gilding my _Aurelia’s_ brows, _Morpheus_, hovering o’er my pillow, Hear me pay my dying vows. Melancholy smooth _Meander_, Swiftly purling in a round, On thy margin lovers wander, With thy flowery chaplets crown’d. Thus when _Philomela_, drooping, Softly seeks her silent mate, See the bird of _Juno_ stooping; Melody resigns to fate.