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Sure, he deems, these cups untasted, 



Many a honied drop allow ! 

 Soon he finds his labour wasted ; 



Bees have robb'd that orange bough. 



Wandering bees, at blush of morning, 

 Drain'd of all their sweets the bells; 



Then the rifled beauty scorning, 

 How his angry throat he swells ! 



See his bill the blossoms rending ; 



Round their leaves in wrath he throws ; 

 Then, once more his wings extending, 



Flies to woo the opening rose. 



66 Mark, my Zoe," said her mother, 

 <c Mark that bough, so lovely late ! 



Thou in bloom art such another — 

 Such, perhaps, may be thy fate. 



" Some wild youth may charm and cheat thee, 

 Sip thy sweets, and break his vow; 



Then the world will scorn and treat thee 

 As the Fly-Bird did just now." 



British mothers thus impress on 



Virgin minds some maxim true; 

 Zoe heard and used the lesson 



Just as British daughters do. 



March 9. 



The shaddock contains generally thirty-two 

 seeds, two of which only will reproduce shad- 

 docks ; and these two it is impossible to dis- 

 tinguish : the rest will yield, some sweet oranges, 



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