He the fleet courser too, exulting shows And points with pride his beauties. Neatly set

His lively head, and glowing in his eyes True spirits lives. His nostril wide inhales

Burst thundering from the cannon's ava ful mouth;

Then all inspir'd he kindles into flame! Intrepid, neighs aloud, and panting,

seems

BUT, lo! the boast, the glory of his stalls,

His warrior steed appears. What comely pride,

What dignity, what grace, attend on all His motions! See! exulting in his strength,

He paws the ground impatient. On his brow

Courage enthroned sits, and animates His fearless eye. He bends his arched crest,

His mane loose flowing, ruffles in the wind,

Clothing his chest with fury. Proud, he sports,

Champs on the foaming bit, and prancing high,

Disdainful seems to tread the sordid earth.

Yet hears he, and obeys his master's voice,

All gentleness and feels, with conscious

OH come, my Julia, let us live

And bask in pleasure's ray, To love the present moment give, Nor heed what prudes may say. For beauty is a failing flower, And wintry winds will chilling blow, And love will fly the genial hour, When press'd by bosoms cold as snow.

THE subject of our first Engraving for the present month, is derived from a singular chase which took place between three foxes and a hare, in January last, at Bently, (in Warwickshire, we believe). The account given at the time of the transaction stated, that Thomas Ward, of Bentley, whilst going to his work saw a hare which was evidently pursued, but by what he could not discover; on a nearer approach, he found she was chased by three foxes, who, not dismayed by Ward's presence,

turned the hare several times, and at length caught her; and though pursued both by him and his mas→ ter, one of the foxes succeeded in carrying poor puss completely off.