An Episcopal Mule, of its family proud,
Would not keep his ancestry under a cloud,
But chattered, and bragged of his mother the mare:
Of her having done this, and her having been there;
And vowed that so famous a creature ignored,
Was a shame and disgrace to historian′s record.
He frankly disdained on a doctor to wait,
And patiently stand at a poor patient′s gate.
At last, growing old, in the mill he′s confined,
Then his father, the donkey, came into his mind.
A misfortune is useful, if only to bring
A fool to his senses—a very good thing—
It′s sent for a purpose, and always will be
Useful to some one or something, you see.