A FABLE.
Speaking within compass, as to fabulousness I prefer Southcote to Northcote.—PIGROGROMITUS.
ONE day, or night, no matter where or when,
Sly Reynard, like a foot-pad, laid his pad
Right on the body of a speckled Hen,
Determined upon taking all she had;
And like a very bibber at his bottle,
Began to draw the claret from her throttle;
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