If then your valour can the fright sustain The damfel led him through a spacious hall, At first he hears the wind with hollow roar Shake the loose lock, and fwing the creaking door; Nearer and nearer draws the dreadful found Of rattling chains, that dragg'd upon the ground: When lo, the fpectre came with horrid ftride, Approach'd the bed, and drew the curtains wide; Jo human form the ghaftful phantom flood, Expos'd his mangled bofom dy'd with blood, Then filent pointing to his wounded breaft, Thrice wav'd his hand. Beneath his frighted gueft, The bed cords treinbled, and with fhudd'ring fear, Sweat chill'd his limbs, high rofe his briftled hair; Then mutt'ring hafty pray'rs, he mann'd his heart, And cry'd aloud; Say, whence and who thou art? The ftalking ghoft with hollow voice replies, Three years are counted, fince with mortal eyes I faw the fun, and vital air refpir'd. Like thee benighted, and with travel tir'd, Within these walls I flept. O thirst of gain! See ftill the planks the bloody marks retain ; Stretch'd on this very bed, from fleep I start, And see the steel impending o'er my heart; The barb'rous hoftefs held the lifted knife, The floor ran purple with my gushing life. My treasure now they feize, the golden spoil Here ceas'd the ghoft. The stranger fprings from bed, Silent they walk; and now through groves they pafs, TH Of FABLE S. HE Fable differs little from the Tale, except in this, that it is allegorical, and generally introduces animals, and things inanimate, as perfons difcourfing together, and delivering Precepts for the improvement of mankind. This fpecies of compofition was invented, we may fuppofe, to convey truth in an indirect manner, and under feigned characters, in cafes where to fpeak plainly, and directly to the purpose, might not be fo fafe or fo effec tual. We find this ufe made of it even in the Holy Scriptures. Fotham's parable of the trees in the ninth chapter of Judges is a kind of Fable, as is alfo that of Nathan's poor man and his lamb; which, as Mr. Addison obferves, conveyed instruction to the ear of a king without offence, and brought David to a proper fenfe of his guilt, and of his duty. Æfop, we may fuppofe, read his lectures in this manner as well for the fake of fafety, as to make them more agreeable; and we are told that in the beginning of the Roman Commonwealth, a mutiny was appeafed, and the incensed rabble reduced to reason, by a Fable of the belly and the limbs; when a man would have been torn in pieces, perhaps, who had preached the fame doctrine to them in any other manner. It is always expected that these compofitions fhould inculcate fome moral, or ufeful leffon, for when deficient in this refpect, they are of little, or no value.-Take an example from Mr. GAY. The JUGGLERS. AFABLE. By Mr. GAY. A JUGGLER long through all the town Vice heard his fame, the read his bill; She fought his booth, and from the crowd Is this then he fo fam'd for flight, Provok'd, the juggler cry'd, 'tis done. Thus faid, the cups and balls he play'd ; He shakes his bag, he fhows all fair, But when from thence the hen he draws, Vice now stept forth and took the place This magick looking glafs, fhe cries, (There, hand it round) will charm your eyes : Each eager eye the fight defir'd, And ev'ry man himself admir'd. Next, to a fenator addreffing;' See this Bank-note; observe the blessing ; Breathe on the bill, Heigh, pass! 'Tis gone. Upon his lips a padlock fhone. A fecond puff the magick broke, The padlock vanifh'd, and he spoke. Twelve bottles rang'd upon the board, ; She bids ambition hold a wand, He grafps a hatchet in his hand. A box of charity she shows : Blow here, and a church warden blows 'Tis vanish'd with conveyance neat, And on the table fmokes a treat. She thakes the dice, the board fhe knocks. And from all pockets fills her box. She next a meager rake addrest She bids his heir the fum retain, A guinea with a touch you fee Mr. Moore has convey'd a very useful and important leffon to the ladies, and reprefented disagreeable truths in a pleafing manner, by the following Fable. The POET and his PATRON. A Fable. By Mr. MOORE. Why, Calia, is your fpreading waist So loofe, fo negligently lac'd? Why muft the wrapping bed-gown hide, How ill that drefs adorns your head, As nature every morn beflows, The crystal dew, to cleanse the rose. Thofe treffes, as the raven black That wav'd in ringlets down your back, Alas! what pity 'tis to find |