The Gold-finch, a qualified Treble, was there,
And was prest to exhibit—but, though you may stare,
This puppy preferr’d the whole ev’ning to pass,
In prinking and dressing his plumes at the glass.
But soon in the place of this pert little Antic,
Rose a Singer of note from across the Atlantic;
The Mock-bird—who beat all competitors hollow,
By leading, where none had the courage to follow.
[24] ]Not content, like his mimicking sisters and brothers,
To go out of himself, and to personate others,