The Fountains:
A FAIRY TALE.[1]
Felix qui potuit boni
Fontem visere lucidum. Boethius.
As Floretta was wandering in a meadow at the foot
of Plinlimmon, she heard a little bird cry in such a note
as she had never observed before, and looking round her,
saw a lovely goldfinch entangled by a lime-twig, and a
hawk hovering over him, as at the point of seizing him
in his talons.
Floretta longed to rescue the little bird, but was afraid to encounter the hawk, who looked fiercely upon her without any apparent dread of her approach, and as she advanced seemed to increase in bulk, and clapped his wings in token of defiance. Floretta stood deliberating a few moments, but, seeing her mother at no great distance, took courage, and snatched the twig with the little bird upon it. When she had disengaged him, she put him in her bosom, and the hawk flew away.
Floretta, showing her bird to her mother, told her from what danger she had rescued him; her mother, after admiring his beauty, said, that he would be a very proper inhabitant of the little gilded cage, which had hung empty,
- ↑ From Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. By Anna Williams. 1766, 4to.
