She next instructs him in the kiss;
"Tis now a little one, like Miss,
And now a hearty smack.

At first he aims at what he hears;

And, listening close with both his ears,
Just catches at the sound;
But soon articulates aloud,

Much to the amusement of the crowd,
And stuns the neighbors round.

A querulous old woman's voice
His humorous talent next employs,
He scolds, and gives the lie.
And now he sings, and now is sick,
Here, Sally, Susan, come, come quick,
Poor Poll is like to die!

Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare

To meet with such a well match'd pair,

The language and the tone,

Each character in every part

Sustain'd with so much grace and art, And both in unison.

When children first begin to spell,

And stammer out a syllable,

We think them tedious creatures;

But difficulties soon abate,

When birds are to be taught to prate,

And women are the teachers.

THE THRACIAN.

THRACIAN parents, at his birth,

Mourn their babe with many a tear,