Still she sleeps, virginal;
Then--hark! June's clarion call!
She lifts her wistful wilful eyes,
Springs light afoot and away she flies.
But her Bedstraw dies."
* * * * *
"We have received from ---- Manufacturing Company, New York,
makers of Distructive Stationery for Social Correspondence,
copies of their artistic Wall Calendars." _West Indian Paper._
The calendars don't interest us, but a few samples of the "distructive
stationery" would come in useful for answering bores.
* * * * *
NOCTURNE.
Of course I suppose I ought to be grateful for the opportunity of having
a front seat at one of Nature's romances, but I imagine she reaps more
applause at matinees than at soirees. I know that I--But judge for
yourself.
The _dramatis personae_ were corncrakes, neighbours of mine. The
heroine--a neat line in spring birdings--I labelled "Thisbe," and she
had evidently inspired affection of no mean degree in the hearts of two
enthusiastic swains, Strong-i'-th'-lung and Eugene.
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