Part 1 — ON A SPANIEL CALLED "BEAU" KILLING A YOUNG BIRD.

A spaniel, Beau, that fares like you, Well fed, and at his ease,— Should wiser be than to pursue Each trifle that he sees. But you have killed a tiny bird, Which flew not till to-day, Against my orders, whom you heard Forbidding you the prey. Nor did you kill that you might eat, And ease a doggish pain; For him, though chased with furious heat, You left where he was slain. Nor was he of the thievish sort, Or one whom blood allures; But innocent was all his sport Whom you have torn for yours. My dog! what remedy remains, Since, teach you all I can, I see you, after all my pains, So much resemble man?