TO CORRESPONDENTS Postman, though I fear thy tread, m Pentecost and Ponder's End hey write; from Deal and from Dacotah, people of the Shetlands send o inconsiderable quota; y write for autographs; in vain, y a vain does Phyllis write, and Flora, y write that Allan Quatermain not at all the book for Brora. y write to say that "they have met" his writer "at a garden party," And though this writer "may forget," O friends with time upon your hands, O youths and maidens under twenty, Or wreak yourselves upon your neighbours, And leave me to my dusty lore, And my unprofitable labours. ANDREW LANG A TERRIBLE INFANT RECOLLECT a nurse call'd Ann, Who carried me about the grass, nd one fine day a fine young man Came up and kiss'd the pretty lass: he did not make the least objection! Thinks I, "Aha! When I can talk I'll tell Mamma.” - And that's my earliest recollection. FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON TO AN INSECT I LOVE to hear thine earnest voice, Wherever thou art hid, Thou testy little dogmatist, Thou pretty Katydid! Thou mindest me of gentlefolks, · Old gentlefolks are they, — Thou say'st an undisputed thing Thou art a female, Katydid! That quivers through thy piercing notes, So petulant and shrill, I think there is a knot of you Beneath the hollow tree, A knot of spinster Katydids, Do Katydids drink tea? Oh, tell me where did Katy live, And what did Katy do? TO AN INSECT And was she very fair and young, Did Katy love a naughty man, Than many a Kate has done. Dear me! I'll tell you all about And Ann, with whom I used to walk So often down the lane, And all that tore their locks of black, Or wet their eyes of blue, Pray tell me, sweetest Katydid, Ah, no! the living oak shall crash, The rock shall rend its mossy base Before the little Katydid Shall add one word, to tell |