WELL-BRED PIGLETS.
Dainty princelings proud and wise, Turn not your suspicious eyes On a peeping stranger. Cock no bristly, rose-leaf ear; Huddle not; there’s none to fear; Sweetings, there’s no danger. Lift of neck and heave of thigh,— • Olympian bulls in majesty,— Ye’ll daze me into fable. Are ye true things in nature’s line, Or some Greek jeweller’s design For Venus’s dressing table? Now like knights at bay they stand, Paladins on either hand, To guard the lady’s bower; Seeming to say with moveless eyes: “ The snake is entering paradise; We feel his evil power.” Galahad begins to tremble, , Roland can no more dissemble; Turning half about, He whispers: “ Percy, mark his eye! ” They break, they scamper, plunge, and fly— O Cupid what a rout. —John Jay Chapman, in the Atlantic Monthly.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3869, 8 May 1928, Page 73
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