HOW-D'Y'-DO AND GOOD-BYE. ONE day Good-bye met How-d'y'-do, Away! says How-d'y'-do, your mien Whene'er I give one sunshine hour, Ere How-d'y'-do has tuned each tongue From sorrows past my chemic skill 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 How oft when Cupid's fires decline, Go bid the timid lover choose, One kind Good-bye would barter. From Love and Friendship's kindred source We both derive existence, And they would both lose half their force 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. THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL AND THE GRASS- COME, take up your hats, and away let us haste 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 sting. 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 [an ell. Came, fatigued with the distance, the length of shell, 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 [tree. Mounted high over head, and look'd down from a see, 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 night. 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. ROSCOE. ODE TO THE SPRING. BY A MAN OF FASHION. Lo! where the party-giving dames, The dear bought harmony of spring; Where'er the rout's full myriads close Where'er thick files of belles and beaux Beside some faro table's brink, With me the Muse shall stand and think (Hemm'd sweetly in by squeeze of state) How vast the comfort of the crowd, |