The
Butterfly’s Ball and the Grasshopper’s Feasts
Excited the spleen of the Birds and the Beasts:
For their mirth and good cheer—of the Bee was the theme,
And the Gnat blew his horn, as he danced in the beam;
’Twas humm’d by the Beetle, ’twas buzz’d by the Fly,
And sung by the myriads that sport through the sky.
The Quadrupeds listen’d with sullen displeasure,
But the tenants of Air were enraged beyond measure.
The
Peacock
display’d his bright plumes to the Sun,
And, addressing his Mates, thus indignant begun:
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6
]
“Shall we, like domestic, inelegant Fowls,
As unpolish’d as Geese, and as stupid as Owls,
Sit tamely at home, hum-drum with our Spouses,
While Crickets and Butterflies open their houses?
Shall such mean little Insects pretend to the fashion?
Cousin Turkey-cock, well may you be in a passion!
If I suffer such insolent airs to prevail,
May Juno pluck out all the eyes in my tail!
So a Fête I will give, and my taste I’ll display,
And send out my cards for St. Valentine’s Day.”
[p
7
]
This determined, six fleet
Carrier-Pigeons
went out
To invite all the birds to Sir Argus’s Rout.
The nest-loving
Turtle-Dove
sent an excuse;
Dame Partlet
lay in, as did good Mrs.
Goose
.
The
Turkey
, poor soul! was confined to the rip;
1
For all her young brood had just fail’d with the pip.
The
Partridge
was ask’d; but a Neighbour hard by
Had engaged a snug party to meet in a Pie:
And the
Wheat-ear
declined, recollecting her Cousins,
Last year, to a feast were invited by dozens,—
But, alas! they return’d not; and she had no taste
To appear in a costume of vine-leaves or paste.
The
Woodcock
preferr’d his lone haunt on the moor;
And the Traveller,
Swallow
, was still on his tour;
While the
Cuckoo
, who should have been one of the guests,
Was rambling on visits to other Birds’ nests.
But the rest all accepted the kind invitation,
And much bustle it caused in the plumed creation.
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8
]
Such ruffling of feathers, such pruning of coats,
Such chirping, such whistling, such clearing of throats,
Such polishing bills, and such oiling of pinions,
Had never been known in the biped dominions!
The
Tailor-Bird
2
offer’d to make up new clothes
For all the young Birdlings who wish’d to be Beaux:
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9
]
He made for the
Robin
a doublet of red,
And a new velvet cap for the
Goldfinch’s
head;
He added a plume to the
Wren’s
golden crest,
3
And spangled with silver the
Guinea-Fowl’s
breast;
While the
Halcyon
4
bent over the streamlet to view
How pretty she looked in her bodice of blue!
Thus adorn’d, they set off for the Peacock’s abode,
With the guide
Indicator
,
5
who show’d them the road:
From all points of the compass flock’d birds of all feather,
And the
Parrot
can tell who and who were together.
[p
10
]
There was Lord
Cassowary
6
and General
Flamingo
,
7
And Don
Peroqueto
, escaped from Domingo:
From his high rock-built eyrie the
Eagle
came forth,
And the Duchess of
Ptarmigan
8
flew from the North.
[p
11
]
The
Grebe
and the
Eider-Duck
came up by water,
With the
Swan
, who brought out the young
Cygnet
, her Daughter.
From his woodland abode came the
Pheasant
, to meet
Two kindred, arrived by the last India fleet:
The one, like a Nabob, in habit most splendid,
Where Gold with each hue of the rainbow was blended;
In silver and black, like a fair pensive Maid
Who mourns for her love, was the other array’d.
The
Chough
9
came from Cornwall, and brought up his Wife;
The
Grouse
travell’d south, from his Lairdship in Fife;
[p
12
]
The
Bunting
forsook her soft nest in the reeds;
And the
Widow-Bird
10
came, though she still wore her weeds:
Sir John
Heron
, of the Lakes, strutted in a
grand pas
.
But no card had been sent to the pilfering
Daw
,
As the Peacock kept up his progenitor’s quarrel,
Which Æsop relates, about cast-off apparel;
For Birds are like Men in their contests together,
And, in questions of right, can dispute for a feather.
The
Peacock
, Imperial, the pride of his race,
Received all his guests with an infinite grace,
Waved high his blue neck, and his train he display’d,
Embroider’d with gold, and with emeralds inlaid;
Then with all the gay troop to the shrubbery repair’d,
Where the musical birds had a concert prepared.
[p
13
]
A holly-bush form’d the Orchestra, and in it
Sat the
Black-bird
, the
Thrush
, the
Lark
, and the
Linnet
;
A
Bullfinch
, a captive almost from the nest!
Now escaped from his cage, and with liberty blest,
In a sweet mellow tone, join’d the lessons of art
With the accents of nature, which flow’d from his heart.
The
Canary
, a much-admired foreign musician,
Condescended to sing to the Fowls of condition;
While the
Nightingale
warbled and quaver’d so fine,
That they all clapp’d their wings and declared it divine!
[p
14
]
The
Sky-Lark
, in ecstasy, sang from a cloud,
And
Chanticleer
crow’d, and the
Yaffil
11
laugh’d loud.
The dancing began when the singing was over:
A
Dotterel
first open’d the ball with the
Plover
;
Baron
Stork
in a waltz was allow’d to excel,
With his beautiful partner, the fair
Demoiselle
;
12
[p
15
]
And a newly-fledged
Gosling
, so fair and genteel,
A minuet swam with the spruce Mr.
Teal
.
A London-bred
Sparrow
—a pert forward Cit!
Danced a reel with Miss
Wagtail
and little
Tom Tit
.
And the Sieur
Guillemot
13
next perform’d a
pas seul
,
While the elderly bipeds were playing a pool.
The Dowager Lady
Toucan
14
first cut in,
With old Doctor
Buzzard
and Admiral
Penguin
;
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16
]
From Ivy-bush tower came down
Owlet
the Wise,
And Counsellor
Cross-bill
15
sat by to advise.
Some birds past their prime, o’er whose heads it was fated
Should pass many St. Valentines—yet be unmated,
[p
17
]
Sat by, and remark’d that the prudent and sage
Were quite overlook’d in this frivolous age,
When birds, scarce pen-feather’d, were brought to a rout,
Forward Chits! from the egg-shell but newly come out.
In their youthful days, they ne’er witness’d such frisking;
And how wrong in the
Greenfinch
to flirt with the
Siskin
!
16
So thought Lady
Mackaw
, and her friend
Cockatoo
;
And the
Raven
foretold that no good could ensue!
They censured the
Bantam
, for strutting and crowing
In those vile pantaloons, which he fancied look’d knowing:
And a want of decorum caused many demurs
Against the
Game Chicken
, for coming in spurs.
Old Alderman
Cormorant
, for supper impatient,
At the Eating-room door for an hour had been station’d,
[p
18
]
Till a
Magpie
, at length, the banquet announcing,
Gave the signal, long-wish’d for, of clamoring and pouncing:
At the well-furnish’d board all were eager to perch,
But the little Miss
Creepers
were left in the lurch.
Description must fail, and the pen is unable
To recount all the luxuries that cover’d the table.
Each delicate viand that taste could denote,
Wasps
à la sauce piquante
, and Flies
en compôte
;
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19
]
Worms and Frogs
en friture
, for the web-footed Fowl,
And a barbecued Mouse was prepared for the Owl;
Nuts, grains, fruit, and fish, to regale every palate,
And groundsel and chickweed served up in a salad.
The
Razor-bill
17
carved for the famishing group,
And the
Spoon-bill
18
obligingly ladled the soup;
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20
]
So they fill’d all their crops with the dainties before ’em
And the tables were clear’d with the utmost decorum.
When they gaily had caroll’d till peep of the dawn,
The
Lark
gently hinted ’twas time to be gone;
And his clarion, so shrill, gave the company warning,
That
Chanticleer
scented the gales of the morning,
So they chirp’d in full chorus, a friendly adieu;
And, with hearts beating light as the plumage that grew
On their merry-thought bosoms, away they all flew.
Then long live the
Peacock
, in splendour unmatch’d,
Whose Ball shall be talk’d of by Birds yet unhatch’d!
His praise let the
Trumpeter
19
loudly proclaim,
And the
Goose
lend her quill to transmit it to Fame.
Some
years are elapsed, and some worthies are gone,
Since
Peacocks
and
Butterflies
mimick’d the
ton
,
And gave, in a manner becoming their station,
Their
fêtes
and their
balls
to their fellow-creation.
Then
Roscoe
and
Dorset
, high-talented elves,
Amused other people and solaced themselves,
In describing the revels, the gibes, and the jokes,
Of the creatures of earth, and the feathery folks;
Of their fashion and fancy, the ebbs and the flows,
And the beauty and wit of their belles and their beaux.
But the world has spun round like a peg top since then,
And imparted more knowledge to brutes and to men;
New lights and perceptions old customs explode,
And what is done now, must be done
à-la-mode
.
[p
25
]
Old fashions are fled, and what more can we say
Than that
Dorset
and
Roscoe
might do for that day,
But that Poets must deck in more dignified rhymes
The wonderful deeds of these wonderful times?
That
Augusta
may spread her renown and her glory,
Her famed
Fancy Fairs
must be studded in story,
And ages unborn learn the elegant Games
Of the
Gardens
that bloom on the south of the Thames.
Old
Dryden
the bard was at best but a gander,
In singing the
Feast
of the great
Alexander
;
For what breast with the fumes of a banquet is fired
Two thousand years after the guests have retired?
Our happier bard takes the season that suits,
At the spur of the moment he puts on his boots,
All hot for
Parnassus
, and cries in a hurry,
“Prepare me my
Pegasus
! ‘
Saddle white Surrey!
’”
It is clear that he feels what his numbers prolong,
That he warms with his subject, and soars in his song.
But whether his lot be unhonour’d and low,
Or the wreath of the
Laureat
encircles his brow,
[p
26
]
With the world to admire him, mysterious elf!
Is a secret of state that he keeps to himself.
But come!
Zoological
wonders require
The strains of his genius, his force and his fire;
He burns with impatience the scene to display:
Hark away, to the
Gardens of Taste
! Hark away!
The sun, as he rose, was received with a cheer,
From the Herald at Arms, the renown’d
Chanticleer
,
Who proclaim’d, with a feeling of pride in his breast,
That the
Gardens of Surrey
were fairest and best.
Then at once the shrill tidings were borne on the air,
That the dawn had arrived of the famed
Fancy Fair
,
And that all that was lovely, and beauteous, and bright,
Was summon’d to honour that day of delight.
The sunbeam was clear on that lovely retreat;
The breath of the morning was balmy and sweet;
Fair
flowrets
, that vied with the rainbow, were seen,
And
trees
in their livery of liveliest green.
The voice of rejoicing, from children of earth,
Was so mingled with cheerfulness, music, and mirth,
[p
27
]
That the mind, and the eye, and the ear, and the heart
Were saluted with pleasure from every part.
A thousand gay faces appear’d in the throng,
And crowds of fair creatures came trooping along.
Till the place, all enliven’d with joy and surprise,
Was lit up with sunbeams and Beauty’s bright eyes.
The groups of all ages were gather’d so well,
That they threw o’er the poet and painter a spell,
And the flashes of fancy, wit, feeling, and fire,
Resistless compell’d them to pause and admire.
Much pains had been taken to add to the grace,
And preserve from disorder the pride of the place;
To keep the fair flowrets from wandering away,
As well as the things that were fairer than they,
For placards were posted near every spot,
You may stand to “
admire
” me, “
but gather me not
.”
The
Beasts
and the
Birds
were so fresh and so fair,
That they call’d forth the wonder of all who came there,
And the
Boa Constrictors
so slimy and gay,
That they seem’d to have painted themselves for the day.
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28
]
The
Green-bonnet Monkey
, with speckles bespread,
Was proud of the verdigris tuft on his head;
For it look’d, as he leap’d in his frolic and joy,
Like the top of the turban of
Rammohun Roy
.
Dame
Tortoise
roam’d over the green and beyond,
For she pass’d on her pilgrimage right to the pond.
As she gazed on the
Crocodile
softly she sigh’d,
Though she thought that his mouth was a
little
too wide.
The
Zebra
look’d sprightly, as every one saw,
And the
African Sheep
and white-footed
Nyl Ghau
;
And that leaper of leapers, the strange
Kangaroo
,
That is biped and triped and quadruped too,
Who out-juggles the
Juggler
, by hill and by dale;
For he makes, when he pleases, a leg of his tail.
With a soft, silky, aspect, demure and profound,
A
tabby Cat
wander’d the
Gardens
around,
And purr’d her applause with a quiet delight,
As she gazed half-entranced on the heart-cheering sight.
Among the rare wonders that caught every eye,
Demanding a glance from the gay passer-by,
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29
]
Was the
Alpaca
,
Zebu
of Indian race,
And the
Camel
, brought up in that beautiful place.
A dome in the centre, deservedly praised,
Transparent as crystal, was artfully raised,
Where African
Lions
, and
Tigers
untamed,
And
Sloths
and
Hyænas
, for savageness famed,
And
Leopards
and
Ladies
, and
Monsters
and
Men
,
Securely might meet in the very same pen.
The crowd still increased on that magical ground,
And thousands and thousands came trooping around.
The
haut ton
and
beau monde
paced about debonair,
Tall and short,
enbonpoint
, slender, sunburnt, and fair,
While Hatred and Anger and Care fled away,
And light hearts and bright eyes were the charm of the day.
Then the painted
balloon
in its glory was bright,
And it mounted on high till it sail’d out of sight.
The
Juggler
, with tricks and illusions came forth,
And the
Russians
with
musical horns
from the North,
Transporting enough to make
Orpheus
mute:
As loud as the trumpet, as soft as the lute,
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30
]
They fill’d every bosom, absorbing them quite,
And the
reeds
seem’d to burden the air with delight.
Such strains have rung round me in seasons gone by,
When escaped from the cloister I mused with a sigh,
And listed awhile to the balm-shedding breeze,
As it fitfully swept through the sedge and the trees,
And plaintively whisper’d with musical power,
O’er the “soft-flowing Avon,” at evening hour.
And now the fair parties, with Mirth for their guide,
And light-hearted Laughter, a moment divide,
And gaze on the
Eagles
, the
old ruin’d wall
,
The
Boat-house
, the
Temple
, the
Hermitage
, all;
Reproved, when their pleasure too freely they quaff,
By that
memento mori
, the Afric
Giraffe
.
1
Some visit the laughing-bird, called
Cockatoo
,
Who drops them a courtesy, and cries “How d’ ye do?”
Or Mungo, the
negro
, who quaintly and sly
Takes his tea, Cayenne pepper, and cold apple-pie.
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31
]
Some gaze on the
Cygnets
that glide like a dream,
And bend down to admire their fair forms in the stream;
Some laugh at their fancies, or muse on a flower,
And all are delighted, so happy the hour.
Wouldst thou gaze with emotions far purer than mirth
On one of the fairest creations of earth,
Go at even, and breathe the pure breath of the breeze,
From the
seat
by the
Lake
, ’neath those wild
Willow-trees
.
New pleasures succeeded; the spell was of power
That Variety threw o’er the varying hour,
[p
32
]
And a change of enjoyment was found by the train
In losing and finding each other again.
The
dancing
commenced, and the Fair, beyond praise,
As light as the gossamer, tripp’d through the maze.
What warm salutations! what laughing aloud!
What sounds of enjoyment were heard in the crowd!
But who were the worthies who moved with a grace
And demeanour, as though they belong’d to the place?
Prince Eglantine
Eagle
, with lightning-like glare,
Threw a glance all around him to see who was there;
[p
33
]
To the
Pelican
Princesses bent his head low,
As they proudly pass’d by with their bosoms of snow.
Duke
Emu
, too, gazed on the heart-cheering sight,
And Earl Hildebrand
Harpy
, so famous in fight;
While the figure that walk’d so erect, I suppose,
Was Sir Peregrine
Penguin
,—I judge by his nose.
Viscount
Stork
, as he strutted about, gave a beck
To Earl
Vulture
, who wears no cravat round his neck;
And the
Bishop
was there, though he stood rather back,
Array’d in his robes of red, orange, and black,
Sir Archibald
Ostrich
moved on rather chary,
And lean’d on his cousin the Count
Cassowary
,
Discoursing of
Java
, and far distant lands,
And African
Deserts
, and hot burning sands.
Old warrior
Flamingo
came limping along,
And with Commodore
Cormorant
join’d in the throng,
Profoundly debating, with Major
Macaw
,
The merits of martial and maritime law.
Earl
Heron
walk’d stately with Caroline
Crane
,
And Field-marshal
Falcon
, of valour so vain;
[p
34
]
While Captain
Crown Pigeon
, so odd in his tread,
Shook the quaking-grass tuft on his fanciful head.
Lord
Peacock
, from
Asia
, came dress’d very fine—
His musical taste ne’er accorded with mine;
And the learn’d Baron
Buzzard
, who gravely decided,
That game, when once caught, should be fairly divided.
The grenadier, Captain
Curassow
, was drest
In his helmet, and held up his head with the best;
While Fatima
Pheasant
, from China, display’d
Her Pekin pelisse of bright silver brocade.
Count
Turkey
expanded the finery that bound
him,
And gabbled high Dutch to the people around
him.
His Honour the
Hawk
loved a lark and a race,
So he hover’d about near the courts of the place.
Colonel
Kite
spoke of sporting—of young
Ducks
and
Widgeons
,
And plann’d a new pent-house for
Ring-doves
and
Pigeons
.
At the edge of the water, and hard by the sluice,
Tête-à-tête
Doctor
Drake
sat with old Gammer
Goose
.
[p
35
]
And Sir Christopher
Crow
wore a coat on his back,
Of a true Day and Martin-like polish of black.
Mother
Magpie
and Priscilla
Parrot
, in spite,
Could talk without ceasing from morning to night;
Spread abroad
Entre nous
and
On dits
by the score,
All the news they had heard, and a hundred times more.
A multitude muster’d, escaped from the plains,
Of sight-loving lasses and holiday swains:
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36
]
Bob
Bantam
push’d forward and strutted before;
Will
Woodpecker
modestly tapp’d at the door;
Poor
Robin
, the rustic, a countrified clown,
As he blush’d, look’d too simple by half for the town,
There were scores in brown mantles, black, yellow, or green,
From the villages round, and among them were seen,
Luke
Linnet
, Sam
Swallow
, Mat
Martin
, and then,
Bill
Bullfinch
, Tom
Titmouse
, and Rosanna
Wren
.
But however select the fair party may be,
Where beauty and fashion preside, we shall see
Some characters doubtful that all should beware,
And it can’t be denied that a few such were there.
Those cut-throats the
Sparrows
, that robber the
Daw
,
Who was pluck’d for his open contempt of the law;
The pilferer
Cuckoo
, whom all must despise,
And the chattering
Jay
, who tells nothing but lies;
While the green-mantled, light-hearted
Love-birds
, ’tis said,
Had been sipping too much, for their noses were red.
How often it is, when the sun is most bright,
That a dark cloud approaches, obscuring his light!
[p
37
]
Alas! ’tis the same with all earthly affairs,
And pleasure gives place to a dark crowd of cares.
The
Trees
were all lively, the
Beasts
were content,
And the beautiful
Birds
on their pleasure were bent,
Nothing doubting the multitude, struck with amaze,
Came to gaze on their beauty and speak in their praise
When they saw that the crowd by degrees had retired,
And that they left alone were no longer admired;
They gazed on the
Booths
that were aptly design’d
To display the fair merchandize art had combined;
They look’d on the spot in wrath, spleen, and despair,
Rank
,
Beauty
,
Taste
,
Fashion
, and
Fancy
were there,
And the multitudes round such attractions preferr’d
To a gambolling
beast
or a chattering
bird
.
Now Envy first enter’d the fair feather’d race,
And invective and dissonance rung round the place;
Their pleasure, their pride, and contentment were o’er,
And Discord presided where Peace was before.
In the midst of the hubbub and riot around,
The
Trees
were absorb’d in a silence profound,
[p
38
]
Till the busy
Dwarf Medlar
began to explain
His rooted dislike to the booth-loving train.
He branch’d out in florid descriptions to show
That they all ought to stand on their stumps in a row
In defence of their rights, now that
underlings
drew
That applause and renown which had long been their due.
Then the
Oak
raised his head, rather hoary with age,
And shook his broad arms in the air in a rage,
And exhorted them all with a feeling of pride,
To maintain their ground firmly, whate’er might betide.
The
Giant Elm
follow’d and proudly look’d down
On the pitiful plots of their foes with a frown.
The
Ash
, pale with anger, derided “the crew,”
And the smooth-temper’d
Purple Beech
look’d rather blue.
The
Chesnut
grew heated, and roasted them well;
And bitter the taunts of the
Almond-tree
fell.
The
Apple
and
Pear
both maintain’d, in their spleen,
That the fruit of their folly would shortly be seen.
The
Laburnum
, the
Lime
, and the
Beech
seem’d afraid,
But the
Hawthorn
was pointed in all that she said,
[p
39
]
And the threats of the
Elder
were heard to abound—
Like pellets from popguns they rattled around.
Discontented and moody the
Drooping Larch
lower’d,
The
Crab
knit his brows, for his temper was sour’d;
While the
Birch
-tree declared that the ill-fated elves,
Their opponents, were making a rod for themselves.
With wrath and vexation the
Maple
ran o’er;
The
Aspen
-tree trembled, the
Willow
wept sore;
The
Tulip
-tree blush’d, and the
Sumach
-tree sigh’d,
And the
Dyer’s Oak
thought it a stain on their pride.
The
Fir
stood erect, for he seem’d to opine
That their sun for a very brief season would shine;
While the well-meaning
Walnut
, foreboding their fall,
Crack’d a joke, for he cared not a fig for them all.
The
Poplar
drew up with a feeling of scorn,
And the
Cypress
looked sad, and the
Yew
was forlorn.
The
Plane
smoothly spoke, and the
Hazel
the same,
But the
Scarlet Oak
redden’d with anger and shame.
At last they resolved, to blot out the disgrace,
To stand fast by each other adorning the place;
[p
40
]
No longer their loss of applause to bemoan,
But to come out next spring with a Fair of their own.
While the war-whoop was raised by the
Birds
and the
Trees
,
The
Beasts
were impatient to blow up a breeze.
The
Lion
began with a royal bewail,
And furiously lash’d both his sides with his tail.
As he stalk’d through his den, his wild eyes glared around,
And his roar seem’d to come from far under the ground.
His anger, disdain, and despair wanted scope,
So he wish’d himself back at the Cape of Good Hope.
The
Tiger
extended, in uttering a roar,
A mouth that you might have mistook for the door;
But in such a dilemma, I warn you, beware
How you enter in haste such a dark thoroughfare;
For all who have pass’d through the passage they say,
Have terribly painted their coats by the way.
Poor
Bruin
declared it was unbearable quite,
And was in a brown study till day turn’d to night;
The
Axis
turn’d round in his rage, and just then
The
Sloth
look’d as black as the ink in my pen.
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The soft, silky, self-colour’d
Puma
felt pain,
Pale as ashes with anger he could not restrain;
The
Llama
indignantly felt the disgrace,
And spirted saliva in every one’s face;
In fury the
Mastiff
bark’d loud for relief;
The poor patient
Camel
was laden with grief;
The
Antelope
wisely eloped from the fray,
But the
Springbok
was booked for the rest of the day.
The wrath of the
Leopard
then rose on the gale,
And broke out in dark spots from his head to his tail;
The
Civet Cat
mew’d, and did nothing but fret,
And the stripes of the
Zebra
were blacker than jet;
The
Opossum
was posed, and looked wondrously sage,
And the
Red Coati Mondi
turned sallow with rage;
The
Hyæna
declared in a quarrelsome mood,
He would instantly break through his den—if he could:
And the
Moose Deer
in ire would have bit his lip through,
But he found it already divided in two.
The Schoolmaster
Porcupine
rang, too, the chimes,—
He declar’d that he’d send an address to “
the Times
;”
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Nay, write all his quills to their stumps, ere he’d stand
As a laughing-stock thus to the rest of the land.
When the
Fair
was concluded, and all the gay throng
Had abandon’d the feast and the dance and the song,
In quest of a calmer enjoyment to roam,
For “Home,” after every enjoyment, “is Home!”
The
Trees
toss’d their heads ’tween the earth and the heavens,
And the
Birds
and the
Beasts
were at sixes and sevens.
But amid the confusion, the hubbub, and din,
All remember’d the proverb, “
They laugh most who win!
”
This was certainly true at the famed
Fancy Fair
;
Mr. Cross
2
was, they say, the most pleasant man there.
Let us hope, then, his genius was happily led
To allay the rude storm that hung over his head;—
That the future his spirited plans will repay
Through many a gladsome and prosperous day;
Make true the old saw, “
All is well that well ends
,”
And
Bipeds
and
Quadrupeds
once more be friends.