THE KEY TO FAIRYLAND.
The trees have magic doorways
Down into Fairy-land,
Yet nobody, but only me,
Has time to understand
That if we knew the magic,
If we could work it too,
We could creep down to Fairy-town
And do as fairies do.
The keys are four-leaved clovers;
They're not so hard to get—
Just creep about and search them out,
And don't mind getting wet;
But oh! I wish the fairies
Weren't quite so secrety;
I've tried and tried, but still they hide
The key-holes for each key.
From Grave to Gay.
"The Burial Board resolved that tenders be obtained from the various bands in the district with a view to holding concerts in the Queen's Gardens during the summer months."