FABLES. 



THE MOLE AND HER DAM. 



THE young Mole snuffed up her nose, and told 

 her Dam she smelt an odd kind of a smell. Bye 

 and bye, O strange! says she, what a noise there 

 is in my ears, as if ten thousand hammers were 

 going. A little after, she was at it again : look, 

 look, what is that I see yonder? it is just like the 

 flame of a fiery furnace. The Dam replied, pray 

 child, hold your idle tongue ; and if you would have 

 us allow you any sense at all, do not affect to shew 

 more than nature has given you. 



APPLICATION. 



BY affectation, we aim at being thought to 

 possess some accomplishment which we have not, 

 or at shewing what we have, in a conceited osten- 

 tatious manner. There is scarcely any species of 



