For long ere now it should have been rehearsed, CLII W. Cowper THE PRIEST AND THE MULBERRY- Did you hear of the curate who mounted his mare, Of creature more tractable none ever heard, In the height of her speed she would stop at a But again with a word, when the curate said, Hey, As near to the gates of the city he rode, e was hungry and thirsty to boot; k from the thorns, though he long'd for uit; ord he arrested his courser's keen speed, ood up erect on the back of his steed; ddle he stood while the creature stood still, ther'd the fruit till he took his good fill. er,' he thought, 'was a creature so rare, so true, as my excellent mare; ow I stand,' and he gazed all around, nd as steady as if on the ground; ad it been, if some traveller this way, ming no mischief, but chanced to cry, with his head in the mulberry-tree, oke out aloud in his fond reverie ; and of the word the good mare made a went the priest in the wild-briar bush. ber'd too late, on his thorny green bed, I well may be thought cannot wisely be T. L. Peacock CLIII THE PRIDE OF YOUTH Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush X |