. Early lessons .. . od is a perplexing maze. Afterthe first departure from sincerity, it is not in your power to stop-One artifice unavoidably leads to another ; till, as the in-tricacy of the labyrinth increases, you are left entangled inyour own snare. Deceit discovers a little mind, whichstops at temporary expedients, without rising to comprehen-sive views of conduct. It is the resource of one who wantscourage to avow his designs, or to rest upon himself; where-as, openness of character displays that generous boldnesswhich ought to distinguish youth. THE CRUEL SPIDER. A FABLE. A SPIDER, ha
. Early lessons .. . od is a perplexing maze. Afterthe first departure from sincerity, it is not in your power to stop-One artifice unavoidably leads to another ; till, as the in-tricacy of the labyrinth increases, you are left entangled inyour own snare. Deceit discovers a little mind, whichstops at temporary expedients, without rising to comprehen-sive views of conduct. It is the resource of one who wantscourage to avow his designs, or to rest upon himself; where-as, openness of character displays that generous boldnesswhich ought to distinguish youth. THE CRUEL SPIDER. A FABLE. A SPIDER, having been totally deprived of his web by thebroom of a clean housemaid, instead of setting to work tomake another, took a survey of his neighbors dwellings,and having, at length, found a spider who was much morefeeble than himself, he turned him out, and took possessionof his house. How cruel it is of the strong, to oppress and tyrannizeover the weak, when they ought rather to protect them. THE BIRD CATCHER. A A MIMIC I knew,To give him his due;Was exceeded by none, and was equalled by few. He could bark like a dog,He could grunt like a hog,Nay, I really believe he could croak like a frog. Then as for a bird,You may trust to my word,:T was the best imitation that you ever heard. It must be confessed,That he copied them best j You ?d have thought he had lived all his life in a 274 BIRD CATCHER. The Chaffinchs toneWas completely his own ;Not one of the tribe had the difference known. The Goldfinch and ThrushWould often cry Hush !Our brothers are singing in yonder bush. And then what a race;To fly to the place !Where the cunning rogue cleverly caught the brace. Now it happened one dayThat he came in the wayOf a sportsman, an excellent marksman, they say. While near a hedge-wall,With his little bird call,He thought it fine fun to imitate all. And so well did he do many flew to it 5But alas ! he had certainly cause to rue it. As it proved no fun •—For, th
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