Our little band now struggled with each other, to see who should form the largest bubble, and who should make it rise highest in the air: one of them waved her pocket-handkerchief to make it rise higher and higher, till the bubble burst, and the illusion was destroyed. Madame D’Hernilly, who recollected some verses on the subject of this amusement, took the opportunity of repeating them, and impressing their moral on the minds of her young audience.
BLOWING BUBBLES.
See how the cherub children play
And force the bubbles on their way,
Which, as in various course they sail,
Borne by the zephyr’s gentle gale,
Catch the tints which Phœbus gives
While the aërial globule lives;
But soon it bursts, and all is gone,