The weekly Arizona miner., 1870-02-19
THE GOAT.

TOne of our Prescott subscribers, who, we oubt not, has, at some time in his life, been osded to madness by ye playful and de- tructive goat, sends us the following, with n earnest request for it's publication. It is rom late number Of the San Francisco Uni evsity Journal.
 Nature, 1t seems, once teok ffeak To make a vulgar kind of sheep; To make 1t near a sheep as could By leaving out all traits that's good. She made it just about as tame; She made the head and horns the same; She made the legs, and made the feet, And made the tail just like the sheep; She made the voice, in sound and dictior, Just like the sheep-there's no distinction Then dropped the shcep while at this station And ceased all further imitation, And finished up this vulgar creature Without one single eomely feature; Then took her book and in li wrote This animal we'll call goat For wool she gave 1t shaggy hair, Some parts she left entirely bare A bristly mustache gave the male, wnh crumpled horns and short stump tail They've not one moral trait that's good; They much prefer to steal their food; Go proving round On empty stomachs, And rather steal . rotten turnp Than have the best of oats and hay, Provided In an honest way. Their appetite is always good Grass, hay and oats, their natural food; But such desires have they to steal They'll leave this wholesome savory meal, and leap over fence, or crawl In under, To make their meal on stolen plumber. Nature in making every creature, On earth, in air or in the wate-, Omitted not 10 all Of giving some faculty to get their living. Superior speed she gave to some To catch their prey while on the run; To others gave superior cunning, They He in ambush. wait it's coming. Some range the field In quest of food; Some dive beneath ;ss sGTEiSg feed, Some climb on trees where fruits abound; Some dig for roots beneath the ground. The swallow glides through evening air. And gathers insects sporting there The bee uEerring instincts guide To where the flowers rich sweets provide; The spider weayes A tangled snare; suspends it floating in the air, Coneeals himself from observation, And waits in hopeful expectation; Watching with keen and longing eyes The heedless sporting of the flies, Till some poor victim unaware Mistakes the web for misty air, And thoughtless, in his hasty flight, Omts 10 turn 10 len or right But rushes on, and vainly thinks
  Till to his wonder aud surprise He finds, too late, he's viciimized. tangled mass of noosy threads Entvine his wings, his feet, his legs. In all his struggling to get loose He only makes the matter worse. The spider now his victim sees, While struggling hard f5f his release, He rushes out with venomed bosom, And throws bis lassos by the dozen; Secures the Insect as his treasure, And then devours him at his leisure.
 Thus nature, without stint or measure. Bestowed on all this valued treasure, All but the goat, he's an exception; She left him to his own protection. His case she seemed to overlook, And so he lives by hook or crook. She gave to him no moral feeling, So naturally he takes 10 stealing. He's on the tramp from early morn Ttll evening shadows veil the lawn, Hoping 10 find while on his trail, Some open gate or broken rail.
 He enters, then the next that's known The misehief's done he's been and gone. Your valued garden richly lowered. Its tender foliage all deyoured-
 Your pinks with variegated hue, Your yiolets and pansies too,
 Your Towering shrubs with beauties rare Whose fragrance filled the morning air, All marred and trampled in the dust For this outrageous depreciation You look in vain for reparation.
 There is an adage old and true, That we should give the devil his due. By acting from this sage suggestion Perhaps lis well enough to mention The female gives when highly foddered A quart of milk, (before 'tis watered.) Aside from this VIC safely state