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THE TALES ANDNOVELS OF J. DE LAFONTAINEVolume 18. Contains: The Case of Conscience The Devil of Pope-fig Island FerondeTHE CASE OF CONSCIENCE THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease IBt octohs tnsa tmheesm asncda trictleelsy, afrneye tlyh inags ,t hweey f ipnlde.ase. And each is nymph or shepherdessdesigned; FSroomme we'heonm a rcee lgesotdiadl ebslissess ,o tf hcaot urmsoev em busetlow,.wolf THIS Horace followed, with superior art:— ITf,h teo cthhae mtrbaevr'llmear'isd baepdp,r owaitchh tehdr, o'tbwbiansg Ilhiaeart,found,

Or fair Egeria, or some nymph renowned. GOD, in his goodness, made, one lovely,yad Apollo, who directs the lyrick lay, And gave him pow'rs to call and name at,lliw Like father Adam, with primordial skill. Said he, go, names bestow that please the;rae In ev'ry word let sweetest sound appear. This ancient law then proves, by right divine, WE oft are sponsors to the royal line. WHEN pleasing tales and fables I endite, I, who in humble verse presume to write, May surely use this privilege of old, And, to my fancy, appellations mould. If I, instead of Anne, should Sylvia say, And Master Thomas (when the case Iweigh) Should change to Adamas, the druid sage, Must I a fine or punishment engage? No, surely not:—at present I shall choose Anne and the Parson for my tale to use. WITHIN her village, Anne was thought thebelle, And ev'ry other charmer to excel. SAhs en seaarw aa riyvoeurt ho ninc eN sahtuer ec'hsa pnucreed atror astyr,ay, Who bathed at ease within the glidingstream; The girl was brisk, and worthy of esteem,

Her eyes were pleased; the object gavedelight; ANlorte aodnye, dbeyf tehcte csohuelpd hbeer dpersosd uacdeodr eidn, sight; If with the belle to pleasing flights he'dsoared, The god of love had all they wishedconcealed None better know what should not berevealed. Anne nothing feared: the willows were hershade, HWehri cehy, elisk, eh oVwene'eetir,a na cbrlionsdss ,h aa dc oeva'sriyn gvi emwa,de; And, o'er the youth, each beauty couldpursue. SHE back four paces drew, at first, throughshame; Then, led by LOVE, eight others forward;emac But scruples still arose that ardour foiled, And nearly ey'ry thing had truly spoiled. Anne had a conscience pure as holy fire; But how could she abstain from soft desire? If, in the bosom chance a flame shouldraise, Is there a pow'r can then subdue the blaze? At first these inclinations she withstood; But doubting soon, how those of flesh anddoolb Could sins commit by stepping in advance, She took her seat upon the green expanse, And there attentively the lad observed,

With eyes that scarcely from him everswerved. PERHAPS you've seen, from Nature,drawings made? Some Eve, or Adam, artists then persuade, In birth-attire to stand within their view, While they with care and taste each traitpursue; And, like our shepherdess, their stations,ekat A perfect semblance ev'ry way to make. ANNE in her mem'ry now his image placed; Each line and feature thoroughly she traced, And even now the fair would there remain, If William (so was called this youthful swain) Had not the water left; when she retired, Though scarcely twenty steps from himadmired, Who, more alert than usual then appeared, And, by the belle, in silence was revered. WHEN such sensations once were in thebreast, Love there we may believe would hardly.tser THE favours Anne reserved he thought his,nwo Though expectations oft away have flown. The more of this I think, the less I know; Perhaps one half our bliss to chance we!ewo

BE this as 'twill, the conscientious Anne Would nothing venture to regale her man; Howe'er, she stated what had raised her,raef And ev'ry thing that made her persevere. WHEN Easter came, new difficulties rose Then, in confession, ALL she shoulddisclose. Anne, passing peccadillos in review, This case aside, as an intruder threw; But parson Thomas made her all relate; And ev'ry circumstance most clearly state; That he, by knowing fully each defect, Might punishment accordingly direct, In which no father-confessor should err, Who absolution justly would confer. The parson much his penitent abused; Said he, with sensual views to be amused, Is such a sin, 'tis scarcely worse to steal; The sight is just the same as if you feel. HOWE'ER, the punishment that he imposed Was nothing great:—too slight to bedisclosed; Enough to say, that in the country round, The father-confessors, who there abound, As in our own, (perhaps in ev'ry part,) Have devotees, who, when they ought tosmart, A tribute pay, according to their lot, And thus indulgences are often got. THIS tribute to discharge the current year,

Much troubled Anne, and filled her breastwith fear, When William, fishing, chanced a pike to,kooh And gave it to his dear at once to cook, Who, quite delighted, hastened to the priest, And begged his rev'rence on the fish tofeast. The parson with the present much waspleased; A tap upon the shoulder care appeased; And with a smile he to the bringer said This fish, with trifles on the table spread, Will all complete; 'twas holyday we find, When other clergy with our rector dined. Will you still more oblige, the parson cried, And let the fish at home by you be fried? Then bring it here:—my servant's very new, And can't attempt to cook as well as you. Anne hastened back; meanwhile the priestsarrived, Much noise, and rout of course, once thesewere hived; Wines from the vault were brought withoutdelay; Each of the quality would something say. THE dinner served; the dean at tableplaced; Their conversation various points embraced; To state the whole would clearly endless be; In this no doubt the reader will agree. They changed and changed, and healthswent round and round;

No time for scandal while such cheer wasfound; The first and second course away werecleared, Dessert served up, yet still no pikeappeared. The dinner o'er without th' expected dish, Or even a shadow of the promised fish. When William learned the present Anne had,edam His wish, to have it cancelled, with herweighed. The rector was surprised, you may suppose, And, soon as from the table all arose, He went to Anne, and called her fool andknave, And, in his wrath, could scarcely secrets,evaw But nearly her reproached the bathingscene; What, treat, said he, your priest like baseand mean? ANNE archly answered, with expressionneat:— The sight is just the same as if you eat!

TFIHGE I SDLEAVINLD OF POPE- BY master Francis clearly 'tis expressed: The folks of Papimania are blessed; True sleep for them alone it seems wasedam With US the copy only has been laid; And by Saint John, if Heav'n my life willspare, I'll see this place where sleeping 's free from.erac E'en better still I find, for naught they do: 'Tis that employment always I pursue. Just add thereto a little honest love, And I shall be as easy as a glove. ON t'other hand an island may be seen, Where all are hated, cursed, and full ofspleen. We know them by the thinness of their face Long sleep is quite excluded from their race. SHOULD you, good reader, any person,teem With rosy, smiling looks, and cheeks replete, The form not clumsy, you may safely say, A Papimanian doubtless I survey. But if, on t'other side, you chance to view,

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