THE THREE MIRRORS.

A FABLE.

Three mirrors of the usual sort Were gifted once with power of thought; And as they hung against the wall They felt that they were prophets all. The first, a plate-glass o'er the fire; The next, a concave, standing higher; A portly convex 'tother side Made up the three; and as he eyed His brother mirrors, brilliant each, Thus gave to thought the rein of speech: "Such power as mine who ever saw? If in my face without a flaw Men chance to gaze, they taller seem Than what they are: delightful scheme! I like to elongate the truth; What else but flattery pleases youth? A boy who in my face should scan Will grow as tall as any man!" Says convex; "That is not the case With me; for those who in my face Should chance to look, themselves will find Turned into things of dwarfish kind. To praise mankind is what I hate: What says our neighbour, Master Plate?" The plate-glass then essayed to speak; Said he: "My friends, I never seek So to distort the things I see That none can tell what things they be. I find it more convenient far To show mankind just what they are!" A table the dispute had heard, And asked for leave to say a word. "Agreed," rejoined the glassy crowd: When thus the table spoke aloud: "The virtues which you each would claim As yours, are virtues but in name. You, Concave, lessen what you see, Though well you know 't should larger be. While Convex, aye to flattery prove, Makes mounts of what are mites alone. Plain-spoken Plate, in wrong the least, Would tell a beast it was a beast, Forgetting 'tis not always right To judge from what appears in sight. Your faces ought to blush for shame, And yet you think you're not to blame! You know that men are slow to think, And will of any fountain drink; Who fear their brain's behest to do, So frame their faith from such as you! Judged by the simplest human rules, You are the knaves—and they the fools."