Upon a branch a crafty sentinel, A very artful old bird, sat. "Brother," a Fox said, "greet you well" (He speaks so soft--there's guile in that); "Our quarrel's over, peace proclaimed: I bring the news; come down, embrace: Do not delay: I shall be blamed If soon not twenty stages from this place. Now you and yours can take your ease: Do what you please, Without a fear; We're brothers now, you know, my dear. Light up the bonfires everywhere: Dismiss all care; But let us first, to seal the bliss, Have one fraternal, tender kiss." "Friend," said the Cock, "upon my word, More glorious news I never heard. This peace. May it increase; It's double joy to hear it, friend, from thee. Ha! there I see Two greyhounds--couriers, doubtless, as you are-- Coming fast down yonder scaur: They'll be here in a minute, Ah! yes, there's something in it-- I'll come down quick:--we'd better kiss all round." "Adieu," the Fox said; "Sir, my business presses; We shall meet shortly, I'll be bound: Another time we can exult Over this end of our distresses." Then off the rascal ran to ground, Full of chagrin and discontent. The Cock laughed loud, to see his fear, And clapped his wings, his wives to cheer. It is a pleasure doubly sweet To trick the scoundrel and the cheat. FABLE XXXIX. THE FROGS WHO ASKED FOR A KING. Of Democrats the Frogs grew tired, And unto Monarchy aspired; Clamour so loud, that from a cloud Great Jove in pity dropped a King, Silent and peaceful, all allowed; And yet he fell with such a splash, the thing Quite terrified those poor marsh folks, Not fond of jokes, Foolish and timid, all from him hid; And each one brushes [Illustration: THE FROGS WHO ASKED FOR A KING.]