The Life and Perambulations of a Mouse

  At this moment, the door of my room opened, and my servant cominghastily in, the mouse jumped from my table, and precipitately retreatedto the same hole from whence it first addressed me; and though I haveseveral times peeped into it, and even laid little bits of cake toentice it back again, yet have I never been able to see it any wheresince. Should either that, or any other, ever again favour me so farwith their confidence, as to instruct me with their history, I willcertainly communicate it with all possible speed to my little readers;who I hope have been wise enough to attend to the advice given themin the preceding pages, although it was delivered to them by one asinsignificant as a MOUSE.

  PART II.