Partie f. 49r - Sketches by H. E. Fox of a duck with a knife in its throat, hung up, and bleeding into a dish

1 single sheet

Beside the sketch are four stanzas of verses, as follows:

‘oh weep by the lane & weep by the garden
Poor Bobby has left his house ’neath the hill
His voice it no longer reechoes the yard in
The music that fell from his golded tipped bill

No longer is head his sweet dropping footfall
as he hastes to received the proffered repast
alas! for responding his mistress’ call
His tail with emotion has wriggled its last

And each passing stranger his melody misses
As Bobby’s loud greetings reechoed around
With a screech & gaggle & 3 or 4 hisses
and a flap of the wings to help on [th]e sound

For a martyr to science doth poor Bobby die
The forceps & knife have mangled him sore
His brains they have gone to form a supply
For a Doctor who had none before.’

Pasted to f. 49r of Add. MS a. 793.