Gloat o’er their brethren—victimized, sore struggling, one and all.
VIII.
And now, ye English, old and young, who may this story read,
To tales from coves—of distant shores, I pray you ne’er give heed;
Unto the crafty Colonist, close heart, and ear, and eye,
And heed this version of the tale of “The Spider and the Fly.”
From Emigration Realised, a poem, &c., by S. C. C. (i.e. Chase), London. Saunders & Otley, 1855.
The Song of the Bank Director.
“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the spider to the fly!