y obedience then excuse disobedience now, me reproof yourself refuse ng birds be such a crime, ANSWER ZAS ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETH, BY MISS CATHARINE FANSHAWE, A POEM OF MR. COW PER'S, LENT TO HER ON CONDITION HOULD NEITHER SHOW IT, NOR TAKE A COPY. 1793. remember'd thus is fame, in the first degree; 1 the few like her the same, ress might sleep for me. er, in the memory stored ny a Grecian belle, preserved a richer hoard, ver lodged so well. Be it your fortune, year by year, TO WILLIAM HAYLEY, ESQ. JUNE 29, 1793. DEAR architect of fine CHATEAUX in air, Much to my own, though little to thy good, This tale is founded on an article of intelligence which the author found in the Buckinghamshire Herald, for Saturday, June 1, 1793, in the following words. Glasgow, May 23. "In a block, or pulley, near the head of the mast of a gabert, now lying at the Broomielaw, there is a chaffinch's nest and four eggs. The nest was built while the vessel lay at Greenock, and was followed hither by both birds. Though the block is oecasionally lowered for the inspection of the curious, the birds have not forsaken the nest. The cock however visits the nest but seldom; while the hen never leaves it, but when she descends to the hull for food." But I am bankrupt now; and doom'd henceforth ON A SPANIEL, CALLED BEAU, KILLING A YOUNG BIRD. JULY 15, 1793. A SPANIEL, Beau, that fares like you, Each trifle that he sees. But you have kill'd a tiny bird, Nor did you kill that you might eat, And ease a doggish pain, For him, though chased with furious heat, Nor was he of the thievish sort, S. C.-10. G SIR, when I flew to seize the bird You cried-forbear!-but in my breast Yet much as nature I respect, And when your linnet on a day, Had flutter'd all his strength away, Well knowing him a sacred thing, Let my obedience then excuse Nor some reproof yourself refuse If killing birds be such a crime, ANSWER TO STANZAS ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETH, BY MISS CATHARINE FANSHAWE, IN RETURNING A POEM OF MR. COWPER'S, LENT TO HER ON CONDITION SHE SHOULD NEITHER SHOW IT, NOR TAKE A COPY. 1793. To be remember'd thus is fame, And in the first degree; And did the few like her the same, So Homer, in the memory stored Was once preserved a richer hoard, |