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Here goes an Old Story of a Country Moue that Invited a City-Siter of hers to a Country Collation, where he par'd for Nothing that the Place afforded; as Mouldy Cruts, Cheee-Parings, Muty Oatmeal, Ruty Bacon, and the like. Now the City-Dame was o well bred, as Seemingly to take All in Good Part: But yet at lat, Siter (ays he, after the Civilet Fahion) why will you be Mierable when you may be Happy? Why will you lie Pining, and Pinching your elf in uch a Loneome Starving Coure of Life as This is; when 'tis but going to Town along with Me; to Enjoy all the Pleaures, and Plenty that Your Heart can Wih? This was a Temptation the Country Moue was not able to Reit; o that away they Trudg'd together, and about Midnight got to their Journeys End. The City Moue hew'd her Friend the Larder, the Pantry, the Kitchin, and Other Offices where he laid her Scores; and after This, carry'd her into the Parlour, where they found, yet upon the Table, the Reliques of a Mighty Entertainment of That very Night. The City-Moue Carv'd her Companion of what he lik'd Bet, and o to't they fell upon a Velvet Couch together: The Poor Bumkin that had never een, nor heard of uch Doings before, Bles'd her elf at the Change of her Condition, when (as ill luck would have it) all on a Sudden, the Doors flew open, and in comes a Crew of Roaring Bullies, with their Wenches, their Dogs, and their Bottles, and put the Poor Mice to their Wits End, how to ave their Skins. The Stranger Epecially, that had never been at This Sport