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SIMILE AGIT IN SIMILE.

BY VINCENT BOURNE.

CRISTATUS, pictisque ad Thaida Psittacus alis,

Missus ab Eoo munus amante venit. Ancillis mandat primam formare loquelam,

Archididascalia dat sibi Thais opus.
Psittace, ait Thais, fingitque sonantia molle

Basia, quæ docilis molle refingit avis.
Jam captat, jam dimidiat tyrunculus; et jam

Integrat auditos articulatque sonos.
Psittace mi pulcher pulchelle, hera dicit alumno;

Psittace mi pulcher, reddit alumnus heræ. Jamque canit, ridet, deciesque ægrotat in horâ,

Et vocat ancillas nomine quamque suo. Multaque scurratur mendax, et multa jocatur,

Et lepido populum detinet augurio. Nunc tremulum illudet fratrem, qui suspicit, et Pol!

Carnalis, quisquis te docet, inquit, homo est ; Argutæ nunc stridet anûs argutulus instar;

Respicit, et nebulo es, quisquis es, inquit anus. Quando fuit melior tyro, meliorve magistra!

Quando duo ingeniis tam coiêre pares! Ardua discenti nulla est, res nulla docenti

Ardua; cum doceat fæmina, discat avis.

IV. THE PARROT.

TRANSLATION OF THE FOREGOING.

I.
IN painted plumes superbly dress’d,
A native of the gorgeous east,

By many a billow toss'd,
Poll gains at length the British shore,
Part of the captain's precious store,
A present to his toast.

II.
Belinda's maids are soon preferr'd,
To teach him now and then a word,

As Poll can master it;
But 'tis her own important charge,
To qualify him more at large,
And make him quite a wit.

III.
Sweet Poll! his doting mistress cries,
Sweet Poll! the mimic bird replies;

And calls aloud for sack.
She next instructs him in the kiss;
'Tis now a little one, like Miss,
And now a hearty smack.

IV.
At first he aims at what he hears;
And, listening close with both his ears,

Just catches at the sound; But soon articulates aloud, Much to the amusement of the crowd,

And stuns the neighbours round,

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A querulous old woman's voice
His humourous talent next employs;

He scolds, and gives the lie.
And now he sings, and now is sick,
Here Sally, Susan, come, come quick,
Poor Poll is like to die !

VI. Belinda and her bird ! 'tis rare, To meet with such a well-match'd pair,

The language and the tone,
Each character in every part
Sustain'd with so much grace and art,
And both in unison.

VII.
When children first begin to spell,
And stammer out a syllable,

We think them tedious creatures;
But difficulties soon abate,
When birds are to be taught to prate,

And women are the teachers,

TRANSLATION OF

PRIOR'S

CHLOE AND EUPHELIA.

I.
MERCATOR, vigiles oculos ut fallere possit,

Nomine sub ficto trans mare mittit opes; Lene sonat liquidumque meis Euphelia chordis, Sed solam exoptant te, mea vota, Chlöe.

II.
Ad speculum ornabat pitidos Euphelia crines,

Cum dixit mea lux, Heus, cane, sume igram. Namque lyram juxta positam cum carmine vidit, Suave quidem carmen dulcisonamque lyram.

III.
Fila lyræ vocemque paro, suspiria surgunt,

Et miscept numeris murmura mæsta meis, Dumque tuæ memoro laudes, Euphelia, formæ, Tota anima interea pendet ab ore Chlöes,

IV. Subrubet illa pudore, et contrahit altera frontem,

Me torquet mea mens conscia, psallo, tremo; Atque Cupidineâ dixit Dea cincta corona, Heu! fallendi artem quam

didicêre parum,

THE DIVERTING

HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN:

Showing how he went farther than he intended,

and came safe home again.

JOHN GILPIN was a citizen

Of credit and renown,
A train-band captain eke was he

Of famous London town.
John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,

Though wedded we have been
These twice ten tedious years, yet we

No holiday have seen.
To-morrow is our wedding day,

And we will then repair
Unto the Bell at Edmontov,

All in a chaise and pair.
My sister, and my sister's child,

Myself, and children three,
Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride

On horseback after we.
He soon réplied, I do admire

Of womankind but one,
And you are she, my dearest dear,

Therefore it shall be done.
I am a linen-draper bold,

As all the world doth know,
And my good friend the calender

Will lend his horse to go.

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