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In peals of thunder now she roars, and now
In vain she search'd each cranny of the house,
“ Vain is thy courage, Grilly, vain thy boast ! But little creatures enterprise the most. Trembling I've seen thee dare the kitten's
paw, Nay, mix with children, as they play'd at taw, Nor fear the marbles as they bounding flew.; Marbles to them, but rolling rocks to you !
Why did I trust thee with that giddy youth? Who from a page can ever learn the trutā ? Vers'd in court tricks, that money-loving boy To some lord's daughter sold the living toy; Or rent him limb from limb in cruel play, As children tear the wings of flies away. From place to place o'er Brobdingnag I'll roam, And never will return, or bring thee home.
But who hath eyes to trace the passing wind?
“But ah! I fear thy little fancy roves
How chase the mite that bore thy cheese away, And keep the rolling maggot at a bay!"
She spoke; but broken accents stopp'd her voice, Soft as the speaking trumpet's mellow noise : She sobb'd a storm, and wip'd her flowing eyes, Which seem'd like two broad suns in misty skies. O squander not thy grief; those tears command To weep upon our cod in Newfoundland : The plenteous pickle shall preserve the fish, And Europe taste thy sorrows in a dish.
TO MR. LEMUEL GULLIVER,
THE GRATEFUL ADDRESS OF THE UNHAPPY HOUYANHNMS,
NOW IN SLAVERY AND BONDAGE IN ENGLAND.
To thee, we wretches of the Houyhnhnm band, Condemn'd to labour in a barbarous land, Return our thanks. Accept our humble lays, And let each grateful Houyhnhnm neigh thy praise.
O happy Yahoo, purg'd from human crimes, By thy sweet sojourn in those virtuous climes, Where reign our sires; there, to thy country's
shame. Reason, you found, and virtue were the same. Their precepts razed the prejudice of youth, And even a Yahoo learn'd the love of truth.
Art thou the first who did the coast explore ; Did never Yahoo tread that ground before ?
Yes, thousands ! But in pity to their kind,
fought, Then spread those morals which the Houyhnhoms
taught. Our labours here must touch thy generous heart, To see us strain before the coach and cart; Compell’d to run each knavish jockey's heat ! Subservient to Newmarket's annual cheat! With what reluctance do we lawyers bear, To fleece their country clients twice a year? Or manag'd in your schools, for fops to ride, How foam, how fret beneath a load of pride! Yes, we are slaves but yet, by reason's force, Have learn'd to bear misfortune, like a horse.
O would the stars, to ease my bonds, ordain, That gentle Gulliver might guide my rein ? Safe would I bear him to his journey's end, For 'tis a pleasure to support a friend. But if
life be doom'd to serve the bad, 0! mayst thou never want an easy pad !
HoυYHNHNM. . MARY GULLIVER TO CAPTAIN LEMUEL
[The captain, some time after his return, being retired to Mr.
Sympson's in the country, Mrs. Gulliver, apprehending from his late behaviour some estrangement of his affections, writes him the following expostulatory, soothing, and tenderly complaining epistle.]
Welcome, thrice welcome to thy native place!
Biddel,1 like thee, might farthest India rove; · Name of a sea captain mentioned in Gulliver's Travels.