"Yes, I'll astonish the beholders,

"And place my own head on her shoulders:" And sly produc'd it from beneath his cloak:

Then raising up, he plac'd it on,

And shew'd how nicely join'd the stone :

"The flesh seems yielding to the touch; "The artist can't be prais'd too much!" Retorted MICHAEL-and he more had said

But in confusion all the CRITICS fled.

A FABLE.

THE FOUNTAIN

AND

THE STEAM ENGINE.

A FABLE.

WITHIN a royal garden plac❜d,

With all the art of sculpture grac❜d,

A beauteous FOUNTAIN stood;

Forth from a vase of ample size,
A tow'ring rock was seen to rise,
Emerging from the flood: