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MAKING A PIN-BASKET.
SIR JAMES MARRIOT.
While objects of a parent's care With joy your fund attention share, Madam, accept th' auspicious strain; Nor rise your beauteous work in vain : Oft be your second race survey'd, And oft a new pin-basket made.
When marriage was in all its glory (So poets, madam, tell the story,) Ere Plutus damp'd love's purer flame, Or Smithfield bargains had a name, In heav'n a blooming youth and bride At Hymen's altars were ally'd ; When Cupid had his Psyche won, And, all her destin'd labors done, The cruel Fates their rage relented, And mamma Venus had consented.
At Jove's command, and Hermes' call, The train appear'd to fill the hall, And gods and goddesses were drest, To do them honor in their best. The little rogues now pass’d the row, And look'd and mov’d I don't know how, And, ambling hand in hand, appear Before the mighty Thunderer. Low at his throne they bent the knee: He smild the blushing pair to see, Lay'd his tremendous bolt aside, And strok'd their cheeks, and kiss'd the bride.
Says Juno, since our Jove's so kind,
Where we may put the child's array,
Brimful of anger, not of love,
BOUGH OF AN ORANGE TREE.
WILLIAM HARRISON, ESQ:
From a warm clime and generous soil
See the young fruit thy power confess, And love their own Bermudas less; Though all that we think bright and fair, Though Paradise itself be there.