FABLES. 



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j'THE^FOWLER AND THE LARK. 



A Fowler set his snares to catch birds in the 

 .open field. A Lark was caught; and finding her- 

 self entangled, could not forbear lamenting- her 

 hard fate. Ah ! woe is me, says she, what crime 

 have I committed that man should be plotting my 

 destruction ? I have not taken either his silver or 

 gold, or any thing of value to him; and while 

 other rapacious birds deal about destruction and 

 go unpunished, I must die for only picking up a 

 single grain of corn. 



APPLICATION. 



THE irregular administration of justice in the 

 world, is indeed a melancholy subject to think of. 

 A poor fellow shall be hanged for stealing a sheep, 

 perhaps to keep his family from starving; while 



