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The Fable of the Fox and the Hen.
SIR, Pursu'd Damna, there was a certain Fox in a Wood who was eagerly searching about for somthing to appease his Hunger, and at length he spy'd a Hen, that was busily scratching the Earth and picking up the Worms at the Foot of a Tree. Upon the same Tree also hung a Drum which made a Noise every time the Branches, being mov'd by the Violence of the Wind, beat upon it. Now the Fox was just going to fling himself upon the Hen, at what time he heard the Noise of the Drum. Oh ho, quoth he, looking up, are ye there, I'll be with ye by and by, that Body must cer∣tainly have more flesh then a sorry Hen: And so saying, he clamber'd up the Tree, while the Hen made her Escape. When he had seiz'd his Prey, he fell to work with his Teeth and his Claws, and an Appetite as Keen as a Razor. But after he had torn off the Head of the Drum, and met with nothing but an empty Concavity; Air instead of Flesh and Gristles, and a mear Hollowness instead of good Guts and Garbidge, then fetching a deep sigh, unfortunate Wretch, cry'd He, what a Delicate Morsel have I lost, for the shew of a larger Belliful!
I have recited this Example, to the end your Majesty may not be terrify'd with the sound of the Bellowing Noise you hear, because loud and strenuous; and if you please I'll go and see what sort of Creature it is. To which the Li∣on consented; but when Damna was gone, he