LORD E*******N, who has, you know,
A little dash of whim, or so;
Who thro' a thousand scenes will range
To pick up any thing that's strange,
By chance a curious CUB had got,
On SCOTIA's Mountains newly caught;
And, after driving him about
Thro'  many a diff'rent rout,
The comic Episodes of which
Would tire your Lordship's Patience each;
New-market Meeting being near,
He thought 'twas best to have him there;
And, that your Time I mayn't consume,
View him in the