By Sparrows drawn, there’s now no chance,
To see your car-born friend advance.
A dire disaster-hang the cat;
Far better had she kill’d a rat.
Supinely seated in my chair,
And building castles in the air,
Contriving how to form the traces,
And where to fix the springs and braces,
To make my car secure and tight,
And guide the little flutt’rers right;
A buzzing fly sports round my head,
And strait the airy castle fled.
My son with arm of mighty force,
Soon stopt the fly’s progressive course,
The trembling insect fast he held,
With joy elate his bosom swell’d,
And thus he spoke to Dick and Phill,
I give this victim to your will.
Then op’d the cage, that each might vie,
To seize the half expireing fly;
With wings out spread to try their chance,
The little chirpers soon advance:
With tail erect, and back raised high,
The cat appeared-her sparkling eye,
As green as is the emerald’s dye:
With out stretch’d paw, and lofty bound,
She gave poor dick a fatal wound.
Oh! dire mishap oh! fell despair
His fleeting breath was lost in air;
Struck with the sight, fix’d pale and dumb,
(Like coward when he hears a drum.)
The youth remain’d-but kindled rage,
Glows on my cheeks-and war I wage;
While puss exulting o’er the prey,
Essays in vain to break away;
With hand of force, I grip’d her throat,
(Her life was then not worth a groat.)
Unfeeling wretch, declare I say,
Deep mischief brooding, where you lay;
Unloose thy hold, release the corse,
Nor tear those limbs with brutal force;
(Mary Savage)
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