"Let's see!"—The boy gave it.—"'Tis really not bad;
And yet, it is far from complete, I must add.
The feathers, for instance, how short! 'Tis absurd!"
So he set to work straightway to pluck the poor bird.
The boy screamed.—"Thou must now stronger pinions supply,
Or else 'twill be ugly, unable to fly."
Soon 'twas stripped—oh, the villain!—and torn all to pieces.
The boy was heartbroken,—and so my tale ceases.
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He who sees in the boy shadowed forth his own case,
Should be on his guard 'gainst the fox's whole race.
POETRY.
God to his untaught children sent
Law, order, knowledge, art, from high,
And every heavenly favour lent,
The world's hard lot to qualify.
They knew not how they should behave,
For all from Heaven stark-naked came;
But Poetry their garments gave,
And then not one had cause for shame.
CELEBRITY.
[A satire on his own "Sorrows of Werther."]
On bridges small and bridges great
Stand Nepomucks in every state,
Of bronze, wood, painted, or of stone,
Some small as dolls, some giants grown;
