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Crushed the proud tenant of an hour,
190.—THE YOUNG FLY AND THE OLD
With curious art upon a spangled thorn ;
Humming her cheerful little song to morn.“Good-morrow, dear Miss Fly,” quoth gallant
Grim; '* Good-morrow, Sir,”-replied Miss Fly to him.
- Walk in, Miss, pray, and see what I'm about." “I'm much obliged tye Sir," Miss Fly rejoin'd; “ My eyes are both so very good, I find,
That I can plainly see the whole without.” “Fine weather, Miss!”—“ Yes, very, very fine,"
Quoth Miss— " prodigious fine indeed!” “But why so coy?” quoth Grim, “that you decline To put within my bower your pretty head?
“ 'Tis simply this,”
Quoth cautious Miss, “I fear you'd like my pretty head so well, You'd keep it for yourself, "Sir:—who can tell ?” “ Then let me squeeze your lovely hand, my dear,
And prove that all your dread is foolish, vain."“ I'd rather be excused, indeed, I fear,
You really would not let it go again.”
“Pooh! pooh! child, pray dismiss your idle dread; I would not hurt a hair of that sweet head Come, then, with one kind kiss of friendship
meet me." “Oh! Sir,"quoth Miss, with seeming artless tongue, “I fear our salutation would be long;
So loving, too, I fear that you would-eat me.” So saying, with a smile she left the rogue, To weave more lines of death, and plan for prog.
191.—THE WINTER'S DAY.
And clouds of snow descend,
In deepened shadows blend;
When biting frost rides on the wind,
Prepared to laugh and feast;
When the poor traveller treads the plain,
All dubious of his way,
And dreads the parting day;
Shrinks from the biting blast,
And fears it will not last;
When the fond mother clasps her child
Still closer to her breast,
Scarce feels that it is prest;
Its blessings to the poor,
All suppliant at your door.
Where southern suns and winds prevail,
And undulate the summer seas, 
And scuds before the fresh’ning breeze.
Oft is a little squadron seen
Of mimic ships, all rigged complete,
Was sailing with her elfin fleet.
With how much beauty is designed
Each channel'd bark of purest white! With orient pearl each cabin  lined,
Varying with every change of light;
 Frost-beguiled—benumbed, and rendered insensible by the frost.
 The nautilus is found in the Mediterranean. ·  See No. 200, page 274.
 Cabin-in allusion to the chambers or compartments of the shell.
While with his little slender oars,
His silken sail, and tapering mast,
The dangers of the watery waste.
From harm his fragile bark to keep,
And seeks his safety in the deep.
He hears the storm above him roar, 'Mid groves of coral glowing red,
And rocks o'erhung with madrepore.
So let us catch life's favouring gale,
But if fate's adverse winds be rude,
193.—THE WEDDING AMONG THE
FLOWERS.  In a grand convocation which Flora enacted, Where the business of all her domain was trans
acted, 'Twas hinted, there yet remained one regulation To perfect her glorious administration. (1) Purls-takes in.
 This elegant little poem, which was originally published in the year 1808, in a separate form, is reprinted here by the kind permission of the accomplished authoress - now Mrs. Gilbert, of Nottingham.
To some, strength and masculine beauty were
given, Majestical air, and an eye meeting heaven; Hidden virtues to many, to others perfume, Through each variation of sweetness and bloom : 'Twas therefore suggested, with Flora's compliance, To unite every charm in some splendid alliance. The royal assent to the motion was gained, 'Twas passed at three sittings, and duly ordained. 'Twas now most amusing to traverse the shade, And hear the remarks that were privately made : Such whispers, inquiries, and investigations! Such balancing merits and marshalling stations! The nobles protested they never would yield To debase their high sap with the weeds of the
field; For, indeed there was nothing so vulgar and rude, As to let every il) - bred young wild-flower intrude; Their daughters should never dishonour their
houses, By taking such rabble as these for their spouses ! At length,' my Lord SUNFLOWER, whom public
opinion Confessed as the pride of the blooming dominion, Avowed an affection he'd often betrayed For sweet Lady Lily, the queen of the shade ; And said, should her friends nor the public with- stand, He would dare to solicit her elegant hand. A whisper, like that which on fine summer eves Young zephyrs address to the frolicsome leaves, Immediately ran through the whole congregation, Expressive of pleasure, and high approbation.