FAVOURITE FABLES.

You know my feet betray my flight ;
To friendship, ev’ry burthen’s light.”

The Horse replied,—‘“ Poor, honest Puss!
It grieves my heart to see thee thus:
Be comforted,—relief is near ;
For all our friends are in the rear.”’

She next the stately Bull implored,
And thus replied the mighty lord :—
«« Since every beast alive can tell,
That I sincerely wish you well,

I may, without offence, pretend

To take the freedom of a friend.

Love calls me hence; a favourite cow
Expects me near yon barley-mow ;
And when a lady’s in the case,
You know, all other things give place.
To leave you thus may seem unkind ;
But see,—the Goat is just behind.”’

The Goat remarked her pulse was high;
Her languid head, her heavy eye;
‘* My back,”’ says she, ‘‘ may do you harm ;
The Sheep’s at hand, and wool is warm.”