So shall the fairy-train by glow-worm light Thy burnish'd armour speck with glossier jet. With viewless fingers weave thy wintry tent, Where ivy shelters from the storm-wind fell. Blest if like thee I cropt with heedless spoil THE DANCING BEAR. RECOMMENDED TO THE ADVOCATES FOR THE SLAVE TRADE. RARE music! I would rather hear cat-courtship Than this scraped cat-gut's screak. Rare dancing too! And waddles round it with unwieldy steps Swaying from side to side!—The dancing master As when he would have tortured my poor toes To minuet grace, and made them move like clock-work Thou art but a clumsy biped!—and the mob As miserably perverted. Bruin-bear, Now could I sonnetize thy piteous plight, In fourteen lines of sensibility. But we are told all things were made for man, It follows, that thou must be born to dance, To demur Rightly belongs dominion; that the compact |