FLORA S PARTY. 19 



There were Myrtles and Roses from garden 



and plain, 

 And Venus s Fly Trap, they brought in their 



train ; 

 So the beaux cluster d round them, they hardly 



knew why, 

 At each smile of the lip, or each glance of the 



eye. 

 Madame Damask a robe had from Paris brought 



out, 



The envy of all who attended the rout ; 

 Its drapery was folded, her form to adorn, 

 And clasp d at the breast with a diamond-set 



thorn. 

 Yet she, quite unconscious, t would seem, of 



the grace 

 That enchanted all groups who frequented the 



place, 

 Introduced, with the sweetest of words in her 



mouth, 

 The young Multiflora, her guest from the 



South. 

 Neighbor Cinnamon prated of household and 



care, 

 How she seldom went out, even to breathe the 



fresh air ; 



