THE CAROLINA PARROT. 
ARROTS, with all their cleverness, are not 
capable of keeping up a dialogue ; otherwise we 
might suppose something like the following to 
be in character with their humour and experi- 
ence. 
Potu’s Mistress. 
I’ve heard of imp, I’ve heard of sprite ; 
Of fays and fairies of the night ; 
Of that renowned fiend Hobgoblin, 
Running, racing, jumping, hobbling ; 
Of Puck, brimful of fun; also 
Of roguish Robin Goodfellow, 
I’ve seen a hearth where, as is told, 
Came Hobthrush in the days of old, 
To make the butter, mend the linen, 
And keep the housewife’s wheel a-spinning. 
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