FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60  
61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   >>  
e all that any ass could wish. "My dear companion," Towser said,-- "'Tis as a starving dog I ask it,-- Pray lower down your loaded basket, And let me get a piece of bread." No answer--not a word!--indeed, The truth was, our Arcadian steed Fear'd lest, for every moment's flight, His nimble teeth should lose a bite. At last, "I counsel you," said he, "to wait Till master is himself awake, Who then, unless I much mistake, Will give his dog the usual bait." Meanwhile, there issued from the wood A creature of the wolfish brood, Himself by famine sorely pinch'd. At sight of him the donkey flinch'd, And begg'd the dog to give him aid. The dog budged not, but answer made,-- "I counsel thee, my friend, to run, Till master's nap is fairly done; There can, indeed, be no mistake, That he will very soon awake; Till then, scud off with all your might; And should he snap you in your flight, This ugly wolf,--why, let him feel The greeting of your well-shod heel. I do not doubt, at all, but that Will be enough to lay him flat." But ere he ceased it was too late; The ass had met his cruel fate. [Illustration: THE ASS AND THE DOG.] Education. Lapluck and Caesar brothers were, descended From dogs by Fame the most commended, Who falling, in their puppyhood, To different masters anciently, One dwelt and hunted in the boundless wood; From thieves the other kept a kitchen free. At first, each had another name; But, by their bringing up, it came, While one improved upon his nature, The other grew a sordid creature, Till, by some scullion called Lapluck, The name ungracious ever stuck. To high exploits his brother grew, Put many a stag at bay, and tore Full many a trophy from the boar; In short, him first, of all his crew, The world as Caesar knew; And care was had, lest, by a baser mate, His noble blood should e'er degenerate. Not so with him of lower station, Whose race became a countless nation-- The common turnspits throughout France-- Where danger is, they don't advance-- Precisely the Antipodes Of what we call the Caesars, these! _Oft falls the son below his sire's estate:_ _Through wan
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60  
61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   >>  



Top keywords:

flight

 

creature

 

master

 

counsel

 

mistake

 

Caesar

 
Lapluck
 

answer

 

nature

 

sordid


ungracious
 

scullion

 

called

 

improved

 

falling

 

puppyhood

 

masters

 

commended

 
descended
 

anciently


bringing

 
kitchen
 

exploits

 

hunted

 

boundless

 
thieves
 

advance

 
danger
 

common

 

nation


turnspits

 

France

 

Precisely

 

Antipodes

 

estate

 

Caesars

 

countless

 
trophy
 

Through

 

station


degenerate
 
brothers
 

brother

 
moment
 
nimble
 
Himself
 

famine

 

sorely

 

wolfish

 

Meanwhile