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FLORA'S PARTY.

First came the exotics, with ornaments rare,
The tall Miss Corcoris, and Cyclamen fair,
Auricula splendid, with jewels new-set,
And gay Polyanthus, the pretty coquette.
The Tulips came flaunting in gaudy array,
With the Hyacinths, bright as the eye of the day;
Dandy Coxcombs and Daffodils, rich and polite,

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With their dazzling new vests and their corsets laced tight;

While the Soldiers in Green, cavalierly attired,

Were all by the ladies extremely admired.
But prudish Miss Lily, with bosom of snow,
Declared that "those gentlemen stared at her so,
It was horribly rude,"-so retired in a fright,
And scarce stayed to bid Lady Flora good night.
There were Myrtles and Roses from garden and plain,
And Venus's Fly-trap they brought in their train,
So the beaux thronged around them, they scarcely
knew why,

At the smile of the lip, or the glance of the eye.
Madam Damask complained of her household and care,
That she seldom went out save to breathe the fresh air,
There were so many young ones and servants to stray,
And the thorns grew so fast, if her eye was away.
"" Neighbor Moss-Rose," says she, "you who live like
a queen,

And ne'er wet your fingers, don't know what I mean."
So the notable lady went on with her lay,
Till her auditors yawned, or stole softly away.
The sweet Misses Woodbine from country and town,
With their brother-in-law, the wild Trumpet, came down,
And Lupine, whose azure eye sparkled with dew,
On Amaranth leaned, the unchanging and true;
While modest Clematis appeared as a bride,

And her husband, the Lilac, ne'er moved from her side, Though the belles giggled loudly, and said, "'Twas a shame

For a young married chit such attention to claim;
They never attended a rout in their life,

Where a city-bred man ever spoke to his wife."
Mrs. Peony came in quite late, in a heat,

With the Ice-Plant, new spangled from forehead to feet;
Lobelia, attired like a queen in her pride,

And the Dahlias, with trimmings new furbished and dyed,

And the Blue-bells and Hare-bells, in simple array,
With all their Scotch cousins from highland and brae;
Ragged Ladies and Marigolds clustered together,
And gossiped of scandal, the news, and the weather;
What dresses were worn at the wedding so fine
Of sharp Mr. Thistle, aad sweet Columbine ;
Of the loves of Sweet-William and Lily the prude,
Till the clamors of Babel again seemed renewed.
In a snug little nook sat the Jessamine pale,
And that pure, fragrant Lily, the gem of the vale;
The meek Mountain-Daisy, with delicate crest,
And the Violet, whose eye told the heaven in her breast;
And allured to their group were the wise ones, who

bowed

To that virtue which seeks not the praise of the crowd.
But the proud Crown Imperial, who wept in her heart,
That their modesty gained of such homage a part,
Looked haughtily down on their innocent mien,
And spread out her gown that they might not be seen.
The bright Lady-Slippers and Sweet-Briars agreed
With their slim cousin Aspens a measure to lead;
And sweet 't was to see their light footsteps advance,
Like the wing of the breeze through the maze of the

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FLORA'S PARTY.

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But the Monk's-Hood scowled dark, and, in utterance

low,

Declared "'t was high time for good Christians to go; He'd heard from his parson a sermon sublime,

Where he proved from the Vulgate, to dance was a crime."

So, folding the cowl round his cynical head,
He took from the sideboard a bumper, and fled.
A song was desired, but each musical flower
Had "taken a cold, and 't was out of her power;"
Till sufficiently urged, they broke forth in a strain
Of quavers and trills that astonished the train.
Mimosa sat trembling, and said, with a sigh,
"'T was so fine, she was ready with rapture to die."
And Cactus, the grammar-school tutor, declared
"It might be with the gamut of Orpheus compared;"
Then moved himself round in a comical way,
To show how the trees once had frisked at the lay.
Yet Nightshade, the metaphysician, complained
That the nerves of his ears were excessively pained;
"'T was but seldom he crept from the college;" he said,
"And he wished himself safe in his study or bed."

There were pictures, whose splendor illumined the place,
Which Flora had finished with exquisite grace;

She had dipped her free pencil in Nature's pure dyes,
And Aurora retouched with fresh purple the skies.
So the grave connoisseurs hasted near them, to draw
Their knowledge to show, by detecting a flaw.
The Carnation took her eye-glass from her waist,

And pronounced they were "not in good keeping or

taste;"

While prim Fleur de Lis, in her robe of French silk,
And magnificent Calla, with mantle like milk,

Of the Louvre recited a wonderful tale,

And said "Guido's rich tints made dame Nature turn

pale."

The Snow-Ball assented, and ventured to add

His opinion, that "all Nature's coloring was bad;"

He had thought so, e'er since a few days he had spent

To study the paintings of Rome, as he went

To visit his uncle Gentiana, who chose
His abode on the Alps, 'mid a palace of snows.
But he took on Mount Blanc such a terrible chill,
That ever since that, he'd been pallid and ill."
Half withered Miss Hackmetack bought a new glass,
And thought with her nieces, the Spruces, to pass;
But bachelor Holly, who spied her out late,
Destroyed all her plans by a hint at her date.

So she pursed up her mouth, and said tartly, with scorn, "She could not remember before she was born."

Old Jonquil, the crooked-backed beau, had been told
That a tax would be laid upon bachelor's gold;
So he bought a new coat, and determined to try
The long disused armor of Cupid so sly;
Sought for half opened buds, in their infantine years,
And ogled them all, till they blushed to their ears.
Philosopher Sage on a sofa was prosing,
With dull Dr. Camomile quietly dosing;

Though the Laurel descanted with eloquent breath,
Of heroes and battles, of victory and death,

Of the conquest of Greece, and Bozzaris the brave,
"He had trod in his steps, and had sighed o'er his
grave."

Farmer Sun-Flower was near, and decidedly spake
Of "the poultry he fed, and the oil he might make;"
For the true-hearted soul deemed a weather-stained face,
And a toil-hardened hand were no marks of disgrace.
Then he beckoned his nieces to rise from their seat,

CRUELTY TO ANIMALS.

The plump Dandelion, and Cowslip so neat,

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And bade them to "pack up their duds and away,
For the cocks crowed so loud 't was the break o' the day."
T was indeed very late, and the coaches were

brought,

For the grave matron flowers of their nurseries thought;
The lustre was dimmed of each drapery rare,
And the lucid young brows looked beclouded with care;
All save the bright Cereus, that belle so divine,

Who joyed through the curtains of midnight to shine.
Now they courtsied and bowed as they moved to the

door,

But the Poppy snored loud ere the parting was o'er,
For Night her last candle was snuffing away,
And Flora grew tired though she begged them to stay;
Exclaimed "all the watches and clocks were too fast,
And old Time ran in spite, lest her pleasures should
last."

But when the last guest went, with daughter and wife,
She vowed she "was never so glad in her life;"
Called out to her maids, who with weariness wept,
To "wash all the glasses and cups ere they slept !"
For "Aurora," she said, "with her broad, staring eye,
Would be pleased, in the house, some disorder to spy;"
Then sipped some pure honey-dew, fresh from the lawn,
And with Zephyrus hasted to sleep until dawn.

CRUELTY TO ANIMALS.

EVEN the meanest insect receives an existence from the Author of Being, and why should we idly abridge their span? They have their little sphere of bliss allotted them; they have purposes which they are designed to fulfil; and when these are accomplished, they die.

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