26 VOICE OF FLOWERS. 



Old Jonquil, the crooked-back d beau, had been 



told, 

 That a tax would be laid on old bachelors 



gold, 

 So he lac d down his hump, pre-determined to 



try 



The long disus d weapons of Cupid, so sly, 

 Sought out half open d buds in their infantine 



years, 

 And ogled them all, till they blushed to their 



ears. 



Philosopher Sage, on a sofa was prosing, 

 With good Dr. Chamomile quietly dozing, 

 Though the Laurel descanted, with eloquent 



breath, 



Of heroes and battles, of victory and death ; 

 Of the conquests of Greece, and Bozzaris, the 



brave, 

 &quot; He had trod in his footsteps, and sigh d o er 



his grave.&quot; 



Farmer Sunflower stood near, entertaining a 



guest, 

 With the crops he had rais d, and the cheeses 



he prest ; 



