CHAPTER IV. 



'* In the barn the tenant-cock, 

 Close to parti et, perched on high, 

 BrisMy crows (the shepherd's clock), 

 Jocund, that the morning's nigh." 



With a yawn, a stretch, and a shake, Trim- 

 bush completed his toilet one misty morning, 

 just as a neighbouring cock had thrice thrown 

 his chivalrous challenge on the breeze, and 

 invited me, with a crack of his stern across my 

 muzzle, to follow his early example of 

 industry. 



** Come," said he, ** it's time to be awake 

 and stirring. How do ye fare ? " 

 [ " Hearty and hungry," replied I, re- 

 luctantly arousing myself from a dream of 

 enjoyment. 



"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Trimbush. 

 " You'll have to wait, then," continued he. 



