ANTS. 57 



An Account of the Revolution in an EmyneCs 

 Nest ; occasioned hy kicking up a Tile in 

 Ormeshy Park, in Lincolnshire. Related 

 in a Letter from the Princess Pismirella 

 to her friend Granaria. 



Our whole state is in the utmost confusion, 

 and our distresses are so great, that I have 

 neither leisure nor spirits enough to give you 

 a full account of them. However, I must 

 send you such a one as I can ; that it may 

 induce you the sooner to come and visit one 

 whom you have always loved, and who never 

 wanted a friend to condole with so much as 

 on this melancholy occasion. 



You know how happily our whole nation 

 used to live under the king my father ; and 

 have often admired with me, that firm cover- 

 ing, which Providence had laid all over our 

 capital: and which (next to my father'^s 

 wise and mild administration) was the 

 greatest cause of the general happiness of all 

 our people. By day, when that globe of fire 

 in the Heavens (which ripens the corn for 

 us) was too violent, and scorched all the 

 neighbouring nations of Emmets ; we had a 

 safe retirement, where we were neither daz- 



