Returning from his finish'd tour, Two travellers of fuch a caft, As o'er Arabia's wilds they past, And on their way in friendly chat Now talk'd of this, and then of that, Difcours'd awhile 'mongst other matter, Of the Camelion's form and nature. A stranger animal, cries one, "Sure never liv'd beneath the fun: "A lizard's body lean and long, "A fish's head, a ferpent's tongue, "Its tooth with triple claw disjoin'd; "And what a length of tail behind! How flow its pace! and then its hue "Who ever faw fo fine a blue ?" "Hold there, the other quick replies, 'Tis green- I saw it with these eyes, "As late with open mouth it lay, "And warm'd it in the funny ray; "Stretch'd at its ease the beast I view'd, "And faw it eat the air for food." I've feen it, Sir, as well as you, "And must again affirm it blue; "At leifure I the beast survey'd "Extended in the cooling fhade." "Tis green, 'tis green, Sir, I affure ye"Green! cries the other in a fury"Why, Sir-d'ye think I've loft my eyes " ""Twere no great lofs, the friend replies. "For if they always ferve you thus, "You'll find 'em but of little ufe." So high at last the contest rofe, From words they almoft came to blows: When luckily came by a third; To him the question they referr'd; And begg'd he'd tell 'em, if he knew, Whether the thing was green or blue. "Sirs, cries the umpire, ceafe your pother "The creature's neither one nor t'other. "I caught the animal last night, "And view'd it o'er by candle light: "I mark'd it well-'twas black as jet"You ftare-but Sirs, I've got it yet, "And can produce it."—" Pray, Sir, do: "I'll lay my life the thing is blue.”. "And I'll be fworn that when you've seen "The reptile, you'll pronounce him green." "Well then, at once to ease the doubt, "Replies the man, I'll turn him out : "And when before your eyes I've fet him, "If you don't find him black, I'll eat him." He faid; then full before their fight Produc'd the beast, and lo! -'twas white. Both ftar'd, the man look'd wond'rous wife"My children," the Camelion cries, (Then firft the creature found a tongue) "You all are right, and all are wrong: "When next you talk of what you view, "Think others fee, as well as you: Nor wonder, if you find that none "Prefers your eye-fight to his own." MERRICK. CHA P. XIII. THE YOUTH AND THE PHILOSOPHER. A GRECIAN Youth, of talents rare, Had form'd for Virtue's nobler view, By precepts and example too, Would often boaft his matchless skill, To curb the fteed, and guide the wheel. Was praife and tranfport to his breast. At length quite vain, he needs would fhew His mafter what his art could do; And bade his flaves the chariot lead The trembling grove confefs'd its fright, Bows to the fage, and mounts the car ; The lafh refounds, the courfers fpring, The chariot marks the rolling ring; And And gath'ring crowds with eager eyes, Amazement feiz'd the circling crowd; Expect no praife from me, (and figh'd) With indignation I furvey Such skill and judgment thrown away. W HERE London's column, pointing at the skies There dwelt a Citizen of fober fame, A plain good man, and Balaam was his name; An added pudding folemniz'd the Lord's: The Devil was piqu'd fuch faintship to behold, And tempts by making rich, not making poor. SIR Balaam now, he lives like other folks, He takes his chirping pint, and cracks his jokes: An honeft factor ftole a Gem away : He pledg'd it to the knight; the knight had wit, "Where |