FAVOURITE FABLES. 13

FABLE LIV.
THE WARRIOR WOLF.

_ A yvoune Wolf said aloud
To the listening crowd,
«‘T may well of my father’s great courage be proud ;
Wherever he came,
Flock, shepherd, or dame,
All trembled and fled at the sound of his name.
Did anyone spy
My papa coming by—
Two hundred or more—Oh! he made them all fly!
One day, by a blow,
He was conquered, I know;
But no wonder at last he should yield to a foe:
He yielded, poor fellow!
The conquering bellow
Resounds in my ears as my poor father’s knell—Oh!”’
A Fox then replied,
While, leering aside,
He laughed at his folly and vapouring pride:
‘“‘ My chattering youth,
Your nonsense, forsooth,
Is more like a funeral sermon than truth.