It  cut  poor  Wieland's  nadir  off,  no  doubt —

And  so  he  sail'd  to  buy  the  owner  out.
"  I  never  quite  made  out  the  calculation-
But  plump  against  his  cellar  floor,  bin  2,

He  found  a  tribe  had  built  their  habitation,
Whose  food  was  foreigners  and  kangaroo.
They  would  sell  out — but,  to  his  consternation,
They  charged  him — all  the  fattest  of  his  crew !

At  last  they  caught  and  roasted  every  one —

But  he  escaped  by  being  under-done !"


330  WILUSS     POEMS.
LI.
That  such  a  lion  was  well  worth  his  feed,
Confess'd  with  merry  tears  the  Lady  Jane ;

But,  that  he  answer' d  to  her  present  need,
(A  literary  pet,)  was  not  so  plain.
She  thought  she'd  give  the  matter  up,  indeed,
Or  turn  it  over  and  so  call  again.
However,  as  her  friend  had  mention'd  two,

Perhaps  the  other  might  be  made  to  do.
"  I'm  looking,"  said  the  Countess,  "  for  a  letter

From  my  old  playmate,  Isabella  Gray.
"Tis  Heaven  knows  how  long  since  I  have  met  her ;

She  ran  away  and  married  one  fine  day —
Poor  girl  I     She  might  have  done  a  great  deal  better !

The  boy  that  she  has  sent  to  me,  they  say,
Is  handsome,  and  has  talents  very  striking :
So  young,  too — you  can  spoil  him  to  your  liking.
mi.
"  Her  letter  will  amuse  you.     You  must  know
That,  from  her  marriage-day,  her  lord  has  shut  her

Securely  up  in  an  old  French  chateau ;

Where,  with  her  children  and  no  woman  but  her,

He  plays  the  old  school  gentleman  ;  and  so

Her  worldly  knowledge  stopp'd  at  bread  and  butter.
