TAME DOVES. 



'Was not the Dove the first of all the birds 

 Loosed by the patriarch from the stranded ark, 

 Which roved not idly o'er the new-born world, 

 But backward turn'd, though winds were whistling past- 

 Though palm- groves and the flowery mead allured 

 And bore the olive-branch to glad his sight 

 Whose hand had smooth'd so oft its ruffled plumes." 



LADY F. HASTINGS. 



" Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves, 

 That could not live asunder day or night." 



SHAKESPEARE. 



