A FEAST OF WILD STRAWBERRIES 



and crickets from a house. Most charming intelligence 

 of all deals with the Wild Canterbury Bell, in which the 

 little wild bees go to sleep, loving their silky comfort. 

 These are but a few paragraphs from our news-sheet, 

 but they serve to show how pleasant a paper it is to 

 know — and it costs nothing but a pair of loving and 

 careful eyes. 



If we choose to be more fanciful — and who is not, in 

 a wild garden with a dish of Wild Strawberries ? — we 

 shall find ourselves filling Acorn cups with dew to drink 

 to the fairies, and wondering how the thigh of a honey- 

 bee might taste. Herrick is the poet for such flights 

 of thought. His songs — " To Daisies, not to shut so 

 soon." " To Primroses filled with Morning Dew," 

 and, for this instance, to 



THE BAG OF THE BEE 



About the sweet bag of a bee 



Two Cupids fell at odds ; 

 And whose the pretty prize should be 



They vowed to ask the Gods. 



Which Venus hearing, thither came 

 And for their boldness stripped them ; 



And taking thence from each his flame 

 With rods of Myrtle whipped them. 



Which done, to still their wanton cries, 



When quiet grown she's seen them, 

 She kissed and wiped their dove-like eyes, 



And gave the bag between them. - 



We can do no better than give thanks for all our 

 garden, our house, and our well-being in the words of 

 the same poet. For we need to thank, somehow, 

 for all the joys Nature gives us. Though, in 



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