le XLIII.-The Council of Horses
Fable XLIV.--The Hound and the Huntsman
Fable XLV.--The Poet and the Rose
Fable XLVI.--The Cur, the Horse, and the Shepherd's Dog
Fable XLVII.--The Court of Death
Fable XLVIII.--The Gardener and the Hog
Fable XLIX.--The Man and the Flea
Fable L.--The Hare and many Friends
PART II.
Fable I.--The Dog and the Fox
Fable II.--The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds
Fable III.--The Baboon and the Poultry
Fable IV.--The Ant in Office
Fable V.--The Bear in a Boat
Fable VI.--The Squire and his Cur
Fable VII.--The Countryman and Jupiter
Fable VIII.--The Man, the Cat, the Dog, and the Fly
Fable IX.--The Jackall, Leopard, and other Beasts
Fable X.--The Degenerate Bees
Fable XI.--The Pack-horse and the Carrier
Fable XII.--Pan and Fortune
Fable XIII.-Plutus, Cupid, and Time
Fable XIV.--The Owl, the Swan, the Cock, the Spider, the Ass,
and the Farmer
Fable XV.--The Cook-maid, the Turnspit, and the Ox
Fable XVI.--The Ravens, the Sexton, and the Earth-worm
SONGS:--
Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan
A Ballad, from the What-d'ye-call-it
SOMERVILLE'S CHASE.
THE LIFE OF WILLIAM SOMERVILLE
SOMERVILLE'S CHASE:--
Book I.
Book II.
Book III.
Book IV.
LIFE OF JOSEPH ADDISON.
Joseph Addison, the _Spectator_, the true founder of our periodical
literature, the finest, if not the greatest writer in the English
language, was born at Milston, Wiltshire, on the 1st of May 1672. A
fanciful mind might trace a correspondence between the particular months
when celebrated men have been born and the peculiar complexion of their
genius. Milton, the austere and awful, was born in the silent and gloomy
month of December. Shakspeare, the most versatile of all writers, was
born in April, that month of changeful skies, of sudden sunshine, and
sudden showers. Burns and Byron, those stormy spirits, both appeared in
the fierce January; and of the former, he himself says,
"'Twas then a blast o' Januar-win'
Blew welcome in on Robin."
Scott, the broad sunny being, visited us in August, and in the same month
the warm genius of Shelley came, as Hunt used to tell him, "from the
planet Mercury" to our earth. Coleridge and Keats, with whose song a deep
bar of sorrow was to mingle, like the music of falling leaves, or of
winds wailing for the departure of
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