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HOW-D’Y’-DO AND GOOD-BYE.
One day Good-bye met How-d'y'-do,
Too close to shun saluting, But soon the rival sisters flew
From kissing to disputing.
Away! says How-d’y'-do, your mien
Appals my cheerful nature; No name so sad as yours is seen
In Sorrow's nomenclature.
Whene'er I give one sunshine hour,
Your cloud comes o'er to shade it; Where'er I plant one bosom flower,
Your mildew drops to fade it.
Ere How-d'y'-do has tuned each tongue
To • Hope's delightful measure,' Good-bye in Friendship's ear has rung
The knell of parting pleasure.
From sorrows past my chemic skill
Draws smiles of consolation, While you from present joys distil
The tears of separation.
Good-bye replied, “ Your statement's true,
And well your cause you've pleaded ; But pray who'd think of How-d'y’-do,
Unless Good-bye preceded ?
Without my prior influence
Could yours have ever flourish’d; And can your hand one flower dispense
But those my tears have nourish'd ?
How oft, if at the court of Love
Concealment be the fashion,
Good-bye reveals the passion.
How oft when Cupid's fires decline,
As every heart remembers, One sigh of mine, and only mine,
Revives the dying embers.
Go bid the timid lover choose,
And I'll resign my charter,
One kind Good-bye would barter.
From Love and Friendship's kindred source
We both derive existence,
Without our joint assistance.
'Tis well the world our merit knows,
Since time, there's no denying, One half in How-d'y'-doing goes, And t'other in Good-byeing.
HON. W. R. SPENCER.
BUTTERFLY'S BALL AND THE GRASS
COME, take up your hats, and away let us haste To the Butterfly's ball and the Grasshopper's feast; The trumpeter Gadfly has summon’d the crew, And the revels are now only waiting for you.
On the smooth shaven grass by the side of a wood, Beneath a broad oak which for ages has stood, See the children of earth and the tenants of air To an evening's amusement together repair.
And there came the Beetle, so blind and so black, Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back, And there came the Gnat, and the Dragonfly too, And all their relations, green, orange, and blue.
And there came the Moth, with her plumage of
down, And the Hornet, with jacket of yellow and brown, Who with him the Wasp, his companion did bring, But they promised that evening to lay by their
Then the sly little Dormouse peep'd out of his hole, And led to the feast his blind cousin the Mole; And the snail, with her horns peeping out of the shell,
[an ell. Came, fatigued with the distance, the length of
A mushroom the table, and on it was spread
Then close on his haunches, so solemn and wise, The Frog from a corner look'd up to the skies ; And the Squirrel, well pleased such diversion to see,
[tree. Mounted high over head, and look'd down from a
Then out came the Spider, with fingers so fine,
But just in the middle, oh, shocking to tell! From his rope in a moment poor harlequin fell; Yet he touch'd not the ground, but his talons he
spread, Hung suspended in air at the end of a thread.
Then the Grasshopper came with a jerk and a spring,
[wing; Very long was his leg, though but short was his He took but one skip, and was soon out of sight, Then chirp'd his own praises the rest of the
With steps most majestic the Snail did advance, And he promised the gazers a minuet to dance; But they all laugh'd so loud that he drew in his
head, And went in his own little chamber to bed.
Then, as evening gave way to the shadows of night,
[light: Their watchman, the Glowworm, came out with his So home let us hasten, while yet we can see, For no watchman is waiting for you or for me.
ODE TO THE SPRING.
BY A MAN OF FASHION.
Lo! where the party-giving dames,
Fair Fashion's train appear,
And wake the modest year;
The dear bought harmony of spring ;
Their welcome fragrance fling.
Where'er the rout's full myriads close
The staircase and the door,
Perspire at every pore;
(Hemm’d sweetly in by squeeze of state)
How happy are the great!